Page 35 of Soul Fated

Callista moaned into my mouth, and the sound sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring the warmth of her mouth as my hands roamed over her back.

She arched into me, and my wolf growled in approval. It didn’t feel right to only take. Even though I’d already been given free rein, it wasn’t enough. I wanted her to feel as good as she was making me feel.

Callista pulled back, her breath ragged, and I watched as she moved lower, her lips trailing down my chest. I was trembling, my muscles taut as a bowstring as she kissed her way back down my abdomen.

She hesitated, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, and I nodded, giving her permission to continue. Callista's breath hitched, and I could see the want in her eyes. She wanted to make me feel good. She wanted to give me the same pleasure I'd given her. And I wanted to let her.

She leaned down, her hair falling like a curtain around her face as she pressed her lips to my skin. The sensation was electric, and I clenched my teeth to keep a groan from escaping.

We’re not mating.

How had I been so sure I didn’t want to? How, from standing outside the window to now, had my mind started to change?

My thoughts flashed back to Bill in the living room. Maybe your wolf is trying to teach you something. This? This was what I’d been missing?

It wasn’t only physical, not for me. With each press of her lips, Callista was breaking me wide open. Exposing a soft center I didn’t remember existed and couldn’t pretend to contain.

She was shattering me.

Molding me.

I was putty in her hands.

I dropped over the edge, fisting my hand in her hair as my body shuddered. She held me. Her hands gripping me as I sank into the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Callista kissed me. Once. Twice. Then climbed up next to me and threw her leg over my hips.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the scent of sweat and arousal still hanging in the air. It was intoxicating.

Next to me, Callista wore a gentle smile, her eyes half-lidded. Her hair was a mess, and her lips were flushed. She looked like she'd just woken up from a nap, and the thought made me smile.

She shifted, and I felt a flicker of guilt as she pulled the sheet up to cover herself.

I reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "That was incredible."

“I am capable of reading body language.” She shot me a cheeky grin.

Shit. The way my heart jumped in my chest. Not good.

Her expression fell a little.

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded, but her eyes were still a bit wild. "Mmhmm. I’ve just . . . I've never . . ." She trailed off, her brow furrowing.

I waited, giving her space to find her words. It was a rare thing for me.

"I've never done anything like that before," she finally admitted, her cheeks flushing deeper. "Not with someone I just met. Not with someone I don't even really know."

"I'm sorry, I?—"

"No, don't apologize." Callista shook her head. "I wanted it, and it was amazing. But I don’t know how to process it."

I nodded, understanding more than she probably realized. "I get it."

She looked at me, her eyes searching mine. "Do you? Because I feel like you look totally calm while I'm lying here naked with a guy I've known for less than twenty-four hours, and I'm trying not to freak out because I don't want to ruin this moment, but also my brain is screaming at me to run."

A laugh bubbled up in my chest. "Yeah, I get it."

Callista's eyes softened. "How do you do that?"

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