“In heat,” he murmured, his voice guttural and supremely satisfied.
“Wolf…” A sliver of pleading pierced her tone as his words in her dream were uttered in real life.
His finger slid out of her but only to flick insistently against her sweet spot.
“You need to be ready for me.”
She knew she did. She’d felt him. He was not your average man in any sense.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
“Little one –”
Her hand stroked then it fisted around him and she pulled him to her.
“Callum,” she insisted, “I’m ready.”
“Baby doll –”
Her hand tightened, he groaned, she stroked and tugged and he groaned again.
Her mouth went to his and she demanded, “Fuck me, wolf.”
Callum needed no further coaxing.
He moved and her panties were gone in a flash, whipped down her legs. His pajamas were pulled down his own.
Then he rolled into her, she wrapped her limbs around his massive body and felt the promise of him.
“Wolf…” Sonia breathed.
His h*ps reared back, her body tensed in delicious anticipation and then he thrust inside, impaling her, seating himself to the root, filling her so full, so deep, she could swear he touched her womb.
He stopped and dropped his forehead to hers, his breathing labored.
In a tone filled with marvel, he murmured, “You took all of me.”
She did and every inch of him was wonderful.
“I’m made for you,” she whispered back and watched up close as his golden eyes glittered.
Then his mouth captured hers and he kissed her wet and hot while he f**ked her, deep, rough, fast and hard and she loved every stroke, every jolt. Her body, feeling right, feeling whole, gloried in it.
He rolled them until he was on his back, Sonia straddling him and she took over, riding him with abandon, back arched, h*ps wild.
Lost in what they were doing, lost in him, full of him.
He curled up. An arm going around her waist, taking her out of her rhythm and focusing her on the beauty that was him, his face hard with almost savage desire before she lost sight of him as he twisted his torso to the nightstand. She ground her h*ps into his and watched as he opened the drawer and pulled out a long, slim, blue, beaten-leather case. He flicked it open with his thumb and drew out a length of delicate gold chain.
He tossed the case away and his eyes came to hers.
“Sonia,” his voice was rough, “are you mine?”
Lost in the moment, immediately, she replied, “I’m yours.”
He made swift work of wrapping the gold chain around her waist and fastening it. She saw a small charm she couldn’t make out dangling from it as it settled above her hips.
His hands spanned those h*ps and his mouth went to hers.