They’d played, he’d won and now he wanted the spoils of victory.
“What do you want?” he demanded.
Her eyes opened halfway but she didn’t answer.
He placed his lips on hers. “Baby doll,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to f**k me,” she whispered, pressing her h*ps into his and he pulled back.
Her mouth formed a disappointed “O” and her eyes closed.
He grinned against her lips.
Yes, she was absolutely, f**king perfect.
But he wasn’t quite done.
“Call me wolf,” he ordered and her eyes opened again, this time not halfway.
“Callum –”
He circled his h*ps and she bit her bottom lip before she strained to find him.
“Call me wolf,” he repeated gruffly, the feel of her, wet and open, waiting for him, was driving him mad.
“Callum –”
“Do it, little one.”
“Wolf,” she whispered.
“Say it all.”
She pressed her body closer, her face went into his neck and under his ear she begged softly, “Please, my wolf, I need you to f**k me.”
Sonia calling him wolf, begging him to f**k her, seemed to shatter his soul.
It also shattered his control.
He gave her what she asked for, fast and rough, then faster and rougher and the harder he took her, the higher she went until he knew it was overwhelming her.
Her neck bent sharply, her eyes sought his and he saw the panic just as her body tightened all around him.
He lifted his hand to cradle the back of her head.
His control of his own orgasm was slipping but he assured her in a hoarse voice, “It’s all right, baby doll, I’ve got you.”
Her dazed eyes focused on him a scant second before she gave him her trust and let go.
Her head reared back, slamming his hand against the wall just as it cushioned her head from the blow. Her body bucked. Her sex convulsed, sucking him deeper inside her hot wetness. And, finally, he heard her release yelped in loud, sharp, almost feral cries.
The sound of her cl**ax was his undoing. He surged into her one last time and joined her in a brilliant explosion with his own claiming animal roar.
When he came back from the beautiful place Sonia took him, the most beautiful of his life (and considering he was three hundred and eighty-three years old, that was f**king saying something), he felt her breath evening out against his neck.
She still held his body tight in her limbs, his c**k still snug inside her and she had pressed her face into his neck. All of this he thought was, as Sonia could very much be, sweet.
And the realization hit him suddenly like a crushing weight that he wanted her limbs around him, her breath to stir his skin and their beautiful connection to last for eternity.