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Fiona's sweat-drenched skin felt hot against his fingers and lips, her taste addictive as he nipped at her neck and shoulder while thrusting hard into her core.
Fiona's lips were like sweet honey melting onto his own. As they moved together, he felt himself getting closer to release. He pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air, only to look at Fiona'sflushed face and see that she was just as close, if not closer, than he was.
He thrust into her harder and then groaned her name before erupting inside her, his hot seed filling her with each pulse that racked through him. Callum buried his face into Fiona's neck, breathing in her scent. Fiona cried out as she hit her climax, as well, clenching around him tightly.
"Damn it, you're fucking hot," he growled, biting her lip.
She pushed her wet pussy hard against him. "There's something forbidden and sexy about doing it in a library." She continued grinding against him with a seductive smile.
He could tell she wasn't done yet, and neither was he.
FIFTEEN
FIONA
Fiona ended up staying the night at Callum’s sprawling forest estate. One night turned into two, and after three days, another week just made sense.
She hadn’t been as certain as Callum that the two of them should move in together, so she continued to simply refer to it as a visit in her own head. But the truth was that she never found much that motivated her to leave either. She enjoyed his company more over time rather than finding his constant presence growing tedious as she had once expected.
Perhaps it was because, as Callum had told her, they were fated mates. But regardless of that label, she simply enjoyed having him around more than she ever thought she would for any partner. He was smart and pleasant, mature enough that she didn’t feel like a caregiver but not so boorish that they couldn’t share a few laughs.
Within a few days, she noticed they had begun to finish each other’s sentences and seemingly read each other’s minds as though they had been born with an instinctive understanding of the other. It was the sort of thing she had only seen in romantic stories and never believed could exist in the real world, but here it was.
Despite her fierce independent streak, the guest wing rooms Callum arranged for her private use sat mostly vacant. She only used them as a space to store her hastily packed bags, spending each night wrapped contentedly in his strong embrace instead.
During her days wandering the impressive grounds, she felt herself steadily shedding the hardened protective layers she had locked tight for years against reliance on anyone but herself. Yet with each cozy dinner or moonlight stroll with Callum, her swelling heart crept further out of hiding, daring to envision a happy future between them.
While she still missed her career, when thoughts of her abandoned urban apartment crossed her mind, it was only with detachment. Here with Callum, she found it easier than ever to imagine leaping fully into motherhood. Perhaps losing her independence was worth it after all.
Fiona sank into the massive clawfoot tub, sighing as the hot water and bubbles enveloped her weary body. She had never experienced such luxurious bathing quarters before, with perfumed oils, thick towels, and a spread of indulgent treats awaiting her upon exiting the marble-clad space.
Her phone buzzed, and she read a text from Callum.Dinner tonight at Le Dahlia Lounge.
It was so easy to reply with a smiley face and heart. Why wouldn’t she want dinner? That was just common sense.
For a moment, she almost … almost felt guilty about her lavish lifestyle. She could be at home breaking a story and really changing the world, but then the jets in the claw tub hit that spot on the back of her neck where she held most of her tension.
After years of scraping by paycheck to paycheck since graduating from college, always exhaustingly upholding independent adulthood alone, she figured she deserved something nice.
No worries about overdrafts or work obligations.Just peaceful, decadent days drifting by like the steam swirling through the high-ceilinged bathroom suite. She smiled, supposing she could get used to this lifestyle. And with Callum doting on her increasingly round belly, the future looked more secure than ever before …
Days went on like this, with her learning to appreciate the joy that would come of knowing she wouldn’t have to conquer motherhood all on her own. If she were ever to have a child, she had always assumed she would be doing the vast majority of the work. But now, even though the child wasn’t born yet, she no longer imagined such an isolated approach to parenting.
Callum was a busy shifter, but he was quick to give her anything she needed … even anything he assumed she could need. When she fretted about pregnancy weight one evening, a personal trainer appeared at dawn, ready to guide her specialized exercise. He was frequently sending staff out to purchase new clothes so she never had to be dismayed by her changing curves. And he had already discussed hiring a nanny, a prospect that Fiona wasn’t certain was necessary, but she did appreciate the support.
The longer she dwelled here in the lap of luxury, the further her old, stressed existence receded from thought. She had never experienced such complete care and abundance. And with Callum's affection as a cherry on top, Fiona felt her reservations steadily diminishing day by day.
Often, she observed Callum holding court in his ornate study as a continual stream of wolves arrived to seek their alpha’s guidance. He listened to squabbles or pleas with steadfast focus, considering all views diplomatically before handing down fair judgment. His pack clearly depended on and respected their leader.
She swelled with pride watching him coordinate everything from repairs to celebrations to new educational programs he funded for the youth. She had accused him of arrogance for assuming she would just conform to his world. But now, witnessing firsthand the breadth of his critical governance showed her they all would benefit from standing supportively behind such a responsible, caring Alpha.
Wanting to do more, she continued to spend time in the library to learn how to be as excellent as her baby’s daddy. With a new stack of books and old tomes in hand, she gazed morosely down the stacks. She had read extensively about shifter governance and hierarchy – including that alphas traditionally paired solely with female shifters who became the pack matriarch.
As the house manager breezed through replenishing tea, Fiona cleared her throat awkwardly. "Sabria, may I ask … what does it mean that Callum's mate is human?"
Sabria paused, kettle hovering. She set it down gently, face falling. "It may present … political complications. Many will question his fitness as alpha if he dilutes our lineage."
Seeing Fiona's crestfallen look, she hastily clarified. "But shifter numbers have been dwindling. More shifters mixed with humans now. The hope is the child will inherit the shifter gene like Callum, and all will accept you then."
