With wide eyes and parted lips, she gives me a small nod as permission.
Leaning back down, I whisper, “Gracias,” in her ear, and then with both hands, I rip the shirt open and off her body.
She gasps again, her breaths quicken, and I can hear her heart thundering within her chest. I’m about to offer to get one of my shirts for her, fearful I’ve gone too far too soon, but instead of covering herself, she reaches up and pulls me down on top of her. Her hum of pleasure over the skin-on-skin contact makes my cock ache inside my jeans.
“Meestás haciéndo loco,” I murmur against her shoulder, humor coloring my words.
She laughs quietly, more breath and movement than sound. “I feel a little crazy too. Thank you for being here for me considering where I came from. This must not be—”
“I want to be here with you,” I interrupt, dropping a featherlight kiss against her lips. “I want…” I swallow heavily and peel another layer of my protective walls away. “I want to be the person you come to when in need. Let me show you what it means to be mates. Let me take care of you.”
Callie bites her bottom lip, moisture collecting within her eyelashes before she says, “Show me.”
Starting with a long, lingering kiss, I wrap one arm around her back, and the other trails down her exposed side, smiling as she shivers with delight under my touch. The kiss trails from her lips to her chin, then down to the hollow of her throat. Once again noticing the bruising from Nolan’s bite on her neck and upper breast, I run my fingers along the wounded flesh and gently command, “Heal these.”
A blush spreads along her chest, and there’s a spike of embarrassment that brings my gaze back to her face.
“Don’t like seeing you hurt,” I explain to her, and she nods in acknowledgment.
She closes her eyes, and there’s a puckering between her brows as she concentrates on healing. Within moments, the purples and blues turn back to her naturally golden color that is covered by the smears of her dried blood. My nose twitches from the quick hint of magic.
Need to clean her,my wolf directs, equating the blood to her being hurt regardless of just watching her heal.
I take a scrap from her demolished gray shirt, careful to stay securely in her arms, our bare skin always touching in some way, and hold it up to her. “Want to wipe away the blood. Can you make this wet?”
She quirks her head to the side, her hair a messy wave over the plush pillows, and offers me a sweet smile before touching the material. Her gaze focuses on the fabric, her fine brows once again puckered, and the cloth grows heavier with lukewarm water.
The shirt is quickly soaked, and she giggles nervously. “Still trying to get the hang of more delicate forms of magic. It seems easier for me to go big.”
While I get to work washing away the traces of the night before she got here, I purr, “That’s my powerfulreina.Nothing to be ashamed of.”
Her expression turns thoughtful. “You like my magic.”
“I like every part of you,” I reply, asserting one of my growing truths with a half-smile. “Your darkness. Your light. Your magic. Every part of what makes youyou.”
“You’re not scared of me?” she asks, her voice small and her eyes big.
“Foryou,” I admit, looking into her worried gaze. “Neverofyou.”
“I’m not scared of you either,” she assures me, seeing into the darkness of my soul and soothing one of my jagged pieces.
Unable to help myself, I kiss her again, deeply and thoroughly. From there I kiss every spot where I clean the blood away. Her neck, the tops of her breasts, the valley between, and down her belly. Her hands are in my hair, and she bows her back to meet my lips. When I hit the waistband of the exercise shorts, a spike of nervousness hits me through our connection. I stop, she’s not ready for that.
Working my way back up, I gently nip at her flesh, my teeth more grazing her skin than biting, and she giggles in response, until I make it to her breasts. The nipping turns to sucking, and her laughs turn to loud moans. With ragged breaths, she places her long, slender feet against my lower back, her toes digging into the muscles there.
“By the goddess,” she murmurs, shifting her hands to my shoulders.
When her delicate fingers brush along my scar, a warm sensation radiates down my arm. It’s as if part of her magic still resides within my skin and is pleased to feel her presence. It’s a welcome reminder that her claim on me is as much on my body as it is on my soul.
I follow her hints of pleasure, feeling the spikes through me and using every physical cue offered until it feels like we’re one mind. My mouth and hands explore every inch of exposed flesh, and a deep smugness fills me when she smells of only me and desire. Feeding off of each other, we quickly turn into a hurried mess of tasting and touching. Eventually, needing to feel her heated core against my painful erection, I flip onto my back and drag her on top of me, chest to chest, with her knees bracketing my hips.
She giggles until she feels me against her ass, and then a wicked smile takes over her bruised lips. Sitting up, she grinds herself against me, enjoying the power she wields over me. The strain is a pleasurable pain, and I meet her thrust down with one up. Her nimble fingers play with the button of my jeans, and I suck in a shuddering breath as a free-fall sensation rides low in my stomach.
“Mine?” she asks, lust coloring her voice into a low purr that makes every one of my nerve endings zap to attention.
“Every part of me,” I growl, my body tingling with the need to touch and be touched.
Pleased by my answer, she unbuttons the top button and then slides farther down my body to kiss the exposed spot. My breaths grow more haggard from the simple contact, and my eyes almost roll out of my head when she starts stroking me through my jeans. Afraid I might come while she is still burning, I sit up and pull her to straddle my lap.
