Callum looked from the door to Sonia and found she was still staring across the room.
“Honey,” he called, giving her a squeeze.
“Tell me I’m dreaming now,” she whispered, her voice still filled with horror, as was her face. Her eyes were dazed and unfocused and at the look of her, Callum had to bite back another chuckle. “No, this isn’t a dream,” she stated, her head slowly turning to face him to breathe her finale. “This is a nightmare.”
“Sonia –”
“They heard us,” she whispered.
They did. They not only heard their orgasms, they probably heard a great deal more. Even if Gregor and Yuri weren’t vampires, who had exceptional hearing, in fact all their senses were exceptional, they still would hear them. Fuck, the neighbors probably heard them.
“Sonia –”
“We’re loud,” Sonia went on.
“Yes, baby doll, but –”
“We were having sex,” she breathed this fact as if he hadn’t participated fully in the event, her eyes widening and Callum was losing his fight with his amusement and felt his body start shaking.
“Sonia –”
“He said…” she cut him off, her dazed eyes clearing and beginning to flash. “He said… he actually said that I sounded like an animal.”
“Son –”
She disengaged from him and rolled angrily away.
Callum rolled to his side, got up on an elbow and watched as, clumsy in her fury, Sonia struggled with her nightgown.
The material was caught helplessly around her arms and her head was hidden by it but she still ranted on.
“I can’t believe what just happened. What he just said. My brother!” she tugged the nightgown down with effort and then glared at Callum. “Well, essentially my brother saw me na**d and… and…” she leaned toward him and hissed, “fastened to you.”
“Fastened to me?” Callum repeated, the thread of humor in his tone impossible to miss and Sonia didn’t miss it.
Her eyes narrowed and she snapped, “Nothing about this is funny!”
Callum thought everything about this was the height of hilarity, especially her reaction.
He didn’t share that.
Instead, he said, “Baby doll, calm down.”
She leaned back and her eyebrows went up. “Calm down?”
Callum exited the bed and pulled her rigid body into his arms.
“Yes, calm down. It happened. It’s over. Let’s get dressed and go down and see what we’re dealing with.”
“Oh, we’ll do that, all right. We certainly will,” she told him, pulling free from his arms and then jumping around on one foot trying to tug up her underwear.
Callum grabbed his clothes and pulled them on as she yanked up her panties and smoothed her nightgown down. Then she ran her fingers through her hair while walking to her chest of drawers. She pulled something out of a box on the top and twisted a holder in her hair, fixing a ponytail.
Callum had on his jeans, was shrugging on his shirt and, seeing her makeup free, in a nightgown and ponytail, her lips bruised from his kisses, her face flushed with sex, he thought she’d never looked more adorable, never prettier, beyond beautiful.
Perfect.
Without buttoning his shirt, he strode to her and yanked her in his arms. His head descended and his mouth claimed hers in a kiss so thorough, the bruising of her lips wouldn’t disappear for days.