Page 34 of A Courage of the Chosen

“Yes. Yours,” he says. I was unaware I said the thought down the bond.

I set a slow pace, my mouth and hand moving in tandem, twisting and sucking and tasting. It’s heady, and I can’t get enough of him.

“Elsie,” Callahan pants. “I’m not going to last. You’re too . . .” He groans when I take him all the way to the back of my throat. “Good.”

I remove my hands from his thighs and slide them around to grab his perfect ass.

“Fuck my mouth, Cal,” I demand in his mind. “Fuck my mouth until you come down my throat.”

“Dhia. You’re going to kill me,” he curses when I swallow around his length. “Tap me if it gets too much, okay?”

I greedily bob my head in confirmation, and his hands are on me instantly. One wraps my long ponytail around his fist and the other cups the back of my neck.

He gets to work then. His hips thrust into my mouth with a feral rhythm when the last strings of his control snap free.

I soak through my underwear as his pleasure races toward me, making me even wetter when he praises me.

“You take my cock so fucking well. This mouth is mine. All mine.”

I gag around him, and it unlocks something feral in Callahan. He snarls, gripping me tighter, fucking me faster.

He grows impossibly harder in my mouth and I know he’s close. A bead of sweat rolls down his impressive chest, dipping between each of his abs.

He moans louder. “I’m going to come, Elsie. Fuck, I’m gonna—”

The hot ropes of his release hit the back of my tongue and I swallow every drop. I take all that he throws at me, his orgasm lasting longer than I would’ve thought possible.

When he’s spent, he tugs me off him and hauls me to my feet. Neither of us miss the way I’m still fully clothed. The reverse of the first time he brought me pleasure while he loomed over me as I was naked on his bed, spread and bound by his magic.

He’s still panting as he looks over my face, like he can’t believe what just happened. I hold his gaze as I wipe the corners of my mouth. Still half-hard, his dick twitches in response and thickens again.

Thank fuck for Seelie stamina. Because I think I might die if I don’t have him inside me properly tonight.

He remains silent as he makes quick work of removing my clothes. When I’m fully naked, he takes a breast in one hand, my ass in the other, holding me close.

“What are you doing to me?” he grinds out.

“The same thing you’re doing to me.”

That elicits another groan, and he spanks me. “Get your arse in that bath before I bend you over and fuck you until you’re raw.”

“That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment.”

The hand on my ass slides up my back and frees my hair from the tie holding it together. His mouth skates round to my ear. “It’ll be a punishment when I’m edging you for hours until you can’t see straight. Get in.”

That still doesn’t sound like much of a threat. We both know he’d cave and make me come in the end, but the promise of a bath, and a wet Callahan, holds back my reply.

The water is the perfect temperature, and when I lower myself into it, pleasure spikes through my body as it connects with my clit that’s pleading for release.

I moan as I settle in, Callahan following closely behind, lying at the other end of the tub.

I can already feel the flush in my cheeks, and Callahan smirks as he notices too. “What would I find if I slipped my hand between your legs right now?”

“You know what you’d find.”

Callahan shrugs, trying to play innocent, like he doesn’t know exactly what reaction he elicits from me. He can probably sense it. I can certainly sense how desperate he still is for me along the threads that are pulsing with need from both sides.

“I don’t think I do,” he replies.