Well damn, I’m half tempted to lie on the table and cover myself in the sticky shit and let all three of them clean me up.
“Eat more.” Calix inches a little closer, and his hazel eyes are glued to my face in a way that I think would normally have Gunnar complaining.
“Only if she wants to,” Gunnar interjects.
“Do you want more?” Calix’s voice is deep. Fuck me, but I’m pretty sure he’s absolutely turned on right now.
“Maybe just a little more.” I watch his pupils dilate, and he cuts off another piece, this one just as small. He lifts the fork again, but when it hits my lower lip instead of going into my open mouth, I’m pretty sure he did it on purpose. I take the bite and lick my bottom lip, watching as Calix’s breathing picks up.
“Fucking shifters.” Gunnar slams his fork down and shoves his chair away from the table. I watch how stiff his shoulders are as he stalks away, leaving his food mostly untouched.
Grim picks up his and Gunnar’s plates before he stands. “I’m trusting you to curb your urges and to listen to her.” I’m a little confused as to why Grim is leaving and what he means with his instruction.
“I will,” Calix answers gutturally.
“What’s happening right now? It was just a few bites of food.” Grim doesn’t stick around to answer, he follows Gunnar deeper into the house.
I’m still staring after him when I feel my chair get jerked to the right and turned. Instead of facing the table, I’m now facing Calix. My knees are between his legs, and with deft movements, he grabs the underside of my chair and tugs me forward so I’m as close to him as possible without kneeing him in the balls.
Calix doesn’t answer me either. Instead, he gets another bite of food ready for me. “This okay?”
I give myself a second to think about how my stomach is actually feeling. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Not until I know you’ve gotten enough.” Calix’s eyes roam over me as if I were sitting at the table naked, not in a shirt with a syrup stain over my tit.
I lean forward and speak softly. “Do you have a food kink or something?” It’s clear he’s worked up. Even if my knee weren’t resting against his dick, I would know just by the way he’s looking at me.
“Not a food kink.” He shakes his head, but his eyes are locked on mine. “Feeding my mate,” he growls, and runs his tongue over his top teeth. It’s a predatory thing to do. The bite of pancake is still poised in the air, and there’s syrup dripping on his jeans and he doesn’t even notice.
“So, this is a shifter thing?” I make the connection to what Gunnar said as he stormed away from the table. “This is important to you.” I frown, how did I not know this?
“Have you had enough?” Calix’s hand starts to lower.
I’m feeling okay, and I can tell this is really important to him, even if he’s not saying it. “Just one more bite.”
Calix dips the food back into the syrup and extends it to me. His entire body moves with his arm, leaning in close to me. I take the bite, never breaking eye contact with him.
He makes a grunting sound and tosses the fork back to the table. Before I’m even done chewing, he reaches forward and hauls me against his body. I wrap my arms around his neck as he arranges my legs so I’m straddling his waist.
I can feel his hardness beneath me, and his body is throwing off all kinds of heat. Feeling his excitement arouses me, but it also makes me a little sad. I didn’t know this was something he was missing. What if I can’t give it to him regularly?
Calix nuzzles his nose against my throat, his lips dragging all over my skin as he explores. I feel his hand clamp down on my shoulder, crushing me to him. In that moment, I know I would suffer a little belly ache for him, for this. Anything that’s important to him is important to me.
Calix’s free hand skates down my body, and he cups my breast. I arch the little amount his grip allows, loving the way his touch feels on my body. We’re pressed together so tightly, I can feel how fast his heart is beating and hear how hard he’s breathing. My eyes fall closed, and I forget about everything but this moment. I don’t worry why or how we ended up here, I just enjoy every fucking second of it.
Calix pulls at the collar of my shirt and tugs it down, his lips pressing against the newly exposed skin as if he can’t get enough of me. His grip on my shoulder lessens as I feel his fingers trail over my back until he’s cupping my ass and grinding up into me.
We have way too many clothes between us for me to feel anything except the pressure where we’re connected. I claw at the back of his shirt, more than prepared to shred it to get to what’s underneath.
Calix shifts his legs and tightens his hold on my ass as he stands. He never makes it fully upright though, because he bends over and lays me on the table. His hand swipes across the tabletop, and a I hear a plate crash against the floor. I freeze. I don’t know if the sound is enough to have Gunnar running in here. When I don’t hear any yelling, I open my eyes to find Calix staring down at me. His eyes have taken on the golden glow he seems to display when he’s shifted into his lion form.
I trace my finger along his cheek, and he leans into my caress, his lips parting on an exhale. I move my touch lower, but the fabric of his shirt stops me from touching his skin. “Take this off,” I order.
Keeping his lower body against mine, Calix leans back and pulls his shirt up and off before tossing it carelessly to the side. I sit up and remove my shirt and bra too.
The soft hair on his chest teases against my skin as he leans down and covers me. The hard table beneath me doesn’t give a bit, so he feels extra heavy against me. Calix kisses me softly, tasting my lips and mouth as if I’m delicate, before moving back to my neck and chest. His tongue is even rougher than usual, it catches on my skin and makes me shiver in delight.
As he continues down my body, I feel his fingers hook the waistband of my pants. Without prompting, I lift my hips, urging him to take them off, but he doesn’t. “I’m going to devour every inch of you, Dami.” He gently sucks the underside of my breast into his mouth and pulls hard enough to leave a bruise. I arch up and cradle the back of his head, feeling his long, silky strands sift through my fingers.
