“Mm,” she replied, falling briefly into a doze as his arm around her calves shifted to become fingers trailing from her knee down her inner thigh.
“Sonia, honey,” Callum called and her eyes fluttered again.
“Wolf, I’m sleepy,” she protested weakly and to make her point, burrowed deeper into his hard frame.
At her words, his trailing fingers became a gentle grip on the flesh of her inner thigh for a moment before they started trailing again.
“You said that, little one,” he replied softly. “I wanted you to know that the men are here. You need your rest and I need to get to work so I called them here.” His fingers were still trailing from knee to mid-inner-thigh and back again as he finished, “I came up to tell you because I didn’t want you to be alarmed if you woke and heard voices.”
“Okay,” she replied, her thoughts still drowsy, her attention reverting to his fingers’ movements.
He kissed the top of her head and muttered in a final way, “You sleep as long as you like.”
Sonia wasn’t listening.
Her body decided his fingers weren’t going deep enough and, on a downward trail, her h*ps unconsciously, lazily, rose to lengthen their route.
Those fingers stilled.
Involuntarily, a disappointed noise escaped the back of Sonia’s throat.
His hand dropped instantly and his big palm rested warmly at the juncture between her legs.
It registered on her somnolent brain that that felt nice.
His voice had grown husky when he asked, “Do you want a little play, baby doll?”
Before her mind fully woke, her body used her mouth to answer quietly, “Yes, Callum.”
“My sweet, greedy queen,” he muttered, his voice rough and satisfied as his palm moved away but his fingers moved in. Finding her instantly they twitched and vibrated until she shoved her face in his neck, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and ground into his fingers.
She was panting gently against his skin when his fingers plunged inside her, stroking tender but deep.
“God, I love the feel of you,” he whispered adoringly, the tone of his words Sonia missed as she focused on the beautiful tension gathering around his fingers. “Are you going to come for me, little one?”
“Yes,” she breathed, pressing to meet his strokes.
His fingers drove deep and stilled as his thumb hit the core of her, pressing and twitching and the tension built swiftly then exploded magnificently.
After, she instantly relaxed into his body as the calm of her post-orgasm and Callum’s warm frame enveloped her, making her feel safe.
“So wet,” he muttered, his fingers still toying with her tenderly as she drifted slowly to sleep in his arms. “The times are few, Sonia, when I regret my calling as king. But right now, with you in my arms like this, so f**king sweet, so f**king wet, I’d give anything to be able to stay here with you and eat you clean instead of having to walk down those stairs.”
“Mm,” was all Sonia could say, having no idea that Callum had not ever shared with a living being any regrets about his royal duty. He’d further never been tempted by anything enough actually to consider, even for an instant, avoiding that duty.
The next second, the throbbing still there, with renewed and intensely more delicious vigor that lulled her body, Sonia fell asleep with Callum’s fingers still playing between her legs.
* * * * *
Sonia woke, her eyes opening to see her pillows and thoughts of yesterday, last night and this morning crashed painfully into her head.
Her body under the covers that were tucked snug around her went rigid.
“Oh my God,” she breathed to the pillow.
She felt the ache in her muscles, the insistent throb between her legs and every inch of her skin grew hot with shame when she remembered last night (both times but especially the second time) and this morning (good goodness!).
She closed her eyes tight and turned her flaming face into the pillows as Callum’s words of last night echoed in her ears.