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“I called in a favor.”
“It’s beautiful,” I told him. “But I do think we need to talk.”
“You already talk too much,” he said, but I felt the knife of anxiety that shot through our bond that we shared.
“That,” I said, giving a pointed look in the direction of his chest, “is a big part of the reason why. I know mates are what you know, but this is new to me. I want to do this, don’t get me wrong. But I need to go at my own pace. And I need my own independence.”
A look of hurt crossed his face. “Do you think I wouldn’t allow you to be your own person?”
“I don’t like anyone having any control of me, and you being able to feel my emotions is exactly that.”
“Then we learn how to block it.” He ran a hand through his dark hair. “I know we butt heads a lot, but I’m not here to dictate your boundaries. I’ll follow your lead.”
I sighed, relaxing into the couch, thankful he was letting me keep the control. We stayed silent for a moment before his fingertips started tracing a lazy trail on my arm, just the right amount of pressure to give me goosebumps. He leaned forward, bringing his lips to my ear.
“Before we learn to block it out, can we try something?” His voice was low, thick with need, and I couldn’t say no. Arousal burned brightly through our bond as I descended my lips to his in a passionate kiss. I kicked a leg over him, straddling him on the couch, never missing a beat with my tongue. Hands tugged at my shirt, and within seconds it was ripped in half, falling onto the floor with a soft thump.
“Hey!” I complained against his mouth.
“It was ruined anyway,” he mumbled. “We’re disgusting.”
“You’re right, let me take a shower,” I said, pulling back and motioning to get off him, but firm hands pulled me back in place and I gasped as I was yanked back against him.
“Allow me,” he said, and with a firm flex of his muscles we were standing, my arms gripped around his neck so I had something to hang on to. His lips found mine again, and I moaned against his tongue, my hips rocking forward of their own accord. Before I knew it, we were stepping into the shower, my back thudding solidly against the cold tile wall, and I shrieked.
The spray of the shower sounded, and I expected to get pelted with cold water, but only Callan was in my vision, his eyes blazing a path straight to my heart as he blocked the spray from touching me. I wiggled and he let me down as steam began to rise in the shower. I made quick work of the rest of my clothes, throwing them out and onto the bathroom floor as Callan did the same.
In seconds, we were back in each other’s arms, his hard length pressing against me as he let the water cascade over us both, washing away the marks of the day’s battle. His hand slid between us, exploring, before coming up to furiously circle my clit.
“You’re so wet for me,” he teased, and I whimpered with need. Our bond was brighter than ever, his emotions flooding through me, heightening my arousal. Each touch of his skin on mine left a blazing trail of heat.
“Fuck me,” I begged, needing him now. “I can’t wait.” He chuckled into my mouth, gripping my hips, and spinning me around to face the wall. My forearms came forward to brace myself as he surged into me, one hand coming around to resume its work on my clit. I screamed, a small orgasm ripping through me as soon as he entered, the flash of the bond too much pleasure to withstand.
“Oh my god,” I groaned, my head falling forward to lean against the shower wall as he continued to thrust into me. I moved my hips back to match his thrusts, another wave retreating into a tsunami. My legs shook and he withdrew, flipping me back to face him so quickly that I almost slipped. He dropped my arms around his neck, then bent down and lifted me up around his waist, sliding back into me with one quick move as he backed me against the tile. His head came down to my neck, nipping and suckling as I panted in time with his thrusts.
He reared back, slowing his pace down slightly as he pulled all the way out, looking down at our bodies before slamming all the way back in. “You take me so well,” he groaned softly before he captured my mouth once again, my nails scratching marks into his back. My teeth sank into his shoulder as I came again, squeezing my walls tightly around his cock. Callan shouted and our bond blazed brightly, my body flooding with emotion so intense it split me apart, sending me further over the edge than I’d ever thought possible. He came with me, burying his head in my shoulder as he let out the sexiest moan I had ever heard.
Slowly he released me, allowing me to slide down his body gently and stand on shaky legs under the warm spray of the shower. “That was—”
“Incredible,” I finished for him, barely starting to catch my breath. “Is that what you wanted to try?”
He picked up my cheetah print loofah that was hanging from the temperature nozzle, squirting some vanilla-scented body wash before lathering it up. He motioned for me, and I shivered as he started gently washing my body, removing the last remnants of the challenging day we’d had. His touch was soothing, and he gently kneaded my tired muscles and tender skin from my newly healed wounds. I’d barely felt them with everything that had been going on. He leaned down, kissing a spot at the nape of my neck.
“I have a few more things we could try out too.”
