Page 41 of The Alpha's Surrogate

He claimed he knew all about her and that he understood her. How long had he known? The whole time she’d been here? She remembered telling him her grandfather had passed only to find out he knew already.

She’d assumed he’d been keeping tabs on her because he still held a grudge. She’d gotten so furious at him, and accused him of being the same thoughtless man she’d known a decade ago.

Almost every moment, she was mean to him, or angry. She’d gone through so many emotions. There were a few good moments, but they were nearly insignificant in comparison. And yet, he said he understood. How much did he really know? If he knew everything, would he still understand?

He shifted under her. “Hey, you asleep?” he asked softly.

Josie shook her head. “No. I’m just enjoying the moment…okay, maybe I did doze off for a bit.”

He made an amused sound. “I knew it. Come on, let’s get you to bed. I don’t want to have to carry you upstairs while you’re asleep.”

She moved, and Callahan slid out of her. She gathered their clothes and together they walked up the stairs. He stopped outside her room and was turning the knob when she stopped him. “How about we sleep in your room tonight?”

He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. He led her two doors down the hall and opened the door. It looked just like her room, only larger, and there was a massive floor-to-ceiling painting of a wolf covering the far wall. Callahan’s wolf.

She dropped the clothes on a chair and scooted into the bed. The sheets were cool and soft, and smelled of lavender. She curled into a fetal position and pulled the sheets up to her neck.

Callahan tossed the sheets aside and got on top of her. She turned in shock and went pale. He looked dangerous, his eyes burning hungrily. He kissed her, pinning her down to the pillow like a doe. Goosebumps covered her chest and she shivered.

His other hand pushed her legs aside and he rubbed her sensitive nub slowly. She bit his lower lip and tasted blood. He didn’t try to back out of it. He dug a finger slowly inside her, and curved it upward.

Josie cried softly, letting his injured lip go. He kissed her throat, her shoulders. His finger worked slowly inside her, while he rubbed his thumb on her sensitive nub.

He took one of her breasts into his mouth and she lost her mind. He bit her nipple hard and buried his finger deeper inside her. Josie held his head and squirmed as colors exploded in her vision.

She opened her mouth and cried soundlessly. She couldn’t breathe. Callahan increased the intensity and she was certain she was going to die. She tried weakly to pull away from his grip, but he held her firmly and guided her toward climax.

It was too much for her to hold in. She gripped the sheets and tears poured out of her eyes as hot liquid rushed out of her, bathing Callahan. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she lost consciousness.

When she came to, Callahan had her wrapped in his arms, holding her protectively as if she were a child. Her entire body tingled, and she noticed they lay on the far end of the massive bed. There was a dark spot in the middle of the bed, and she almost died from shame.

“Callahan?” she called softly.

“Mmm?”

“Think we can sleep in my room tonight?”

He laughed. “I thought you’d never ask.” They got out of the bed and he ripped off the sheets, tossing them in a heap on the bathroom floor before leaving with Josie. “That was hot,” he said when they were under the covers in her bedroom.

“It’s all your fault for not knowing when to stop.”

“I don’t remember complaining,” he countered. He leaned forward and kissed her. “Like I said, I thought it was hot.” He kissed her again and got on top of her. His hardness rested on her thigh and the weight of it left her breathless.

Gently, he guided it into her. He made slow thrusts, his hips swinging in a circular motion. Josie wrapped her arms around his neck, spreading her legs wider. His slow thrusts got faster, and he maintained an impossible pace. He buried the full length of his shaft inside her with every motion, and Josie saw stars in her vision.

She climaxed once, then twice and a third time. She lost count eventually, and Callahan kept going, brutal and unforgiving. Sweat coated his body. It dripped into her eyes, blinding her. It cascaded off him like hot drops of rain.

When he eventually climaxed, she was torn between euphoria and relief. There was only so much she could take, and Callahan had stretched her to her limit. He rolled off her, and without another word, he fell right into sleep. A few seconds later, Josie joined him, legs still twitching even while she was unconscious.

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It was still dark outside when Josie woke up. She took a ragged breath and felt twice her age. Images of last night assaulted her mind and the soreness between her legs was a not-so-subtle reminder.

She glanced at Callahan sleeping deeply beside her and felt a cold fear. She got out of the bed and tiptoed to the closet. She got dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. She put on tennis shoes and tied them quickly.

She searched for her phone quietly, and then remembered that she’d left it downstairs. She made her way to the door and turned the handle as quietly as she could manage.

She glanced back at the bed. Callahan had not moved an inch. He was knocked out. She hesitated for a moment, her heart breaking. She gritted her teeth and slid quietly out of the room. She shut the door behind her and ran down the stairs.

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