Page 25 of Origins

Her muffled whimpers turned into desperate moans, and the heat in my chest burned hotter.

You’re doing so well; don’t come yet.

She trembled in response, her walls tightening around me as if begging to keep my cock inside her forever. A groan vibrated in my chest at the thought, and I pulled out just long enough to slam into her again. My grip on her hips tightened, my fingers anchoring her in place as I claimed her, each thrust more forceful than the last.

I wanted this to last forever, to prove to Jace and Kane that I could have her, but they couldn’t. But my body was too excited by hers. Instead of the hour-long fuckfest I had in mind, I pulled her closer one last time.

I needed her as close to me as possible when I came, not wanting to waste a single drop.

My orgasm hit in hot waves, each one stealing my breath as I filled my perfect girl more and more. When I finally stopped, she waited a minute before trying to get up, but I held her tighter.

“No one said you could get up,” I grumbled into her ear. “Now, you’re staying put until I say otherwise.”

Chapter 8

Sulien

The world spun as consciousness slowly returned to me. The sharp pain behind my eyes was a reminder of why I never drank that much. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. I didn’t have to work today, and that meant I could sleep this off. And that was my plan.

Then it hit me—I hadn't fallen asleep alone last night. I should have woken up with a certain Voltaris brat beside me. I forced myself to roll over, ignoring the throbbing in my head and the churning in my stomach as I scanned the room for any signs of my angel.

But there was nothing. No rumpled sheets, no clothes on the floor, not even a stray blonde hair on the pillowcase. It was like she’d never been here at all.

Had I imagined the whole thing? My mind raced through a series of half-formed memories from the night before—her laughter, the way her body felt on mine, the sound of her moans muffled by the couch cushions.

With a frustrated groan, I fell back onto the bed, rubbing the heels of my hands into my eyes. What I was about to do was a long shot, but I needed to try something.

“Callie!” I called, my voice rougher than expected.

An oppressive silence settled over the room, but after a moment, the door creaked open. I turned toward the sound, to see Callie walk in with a cup of coffee and a bottle of Aspirin in hand. A dizzy feeling of relief washedover me, causing me to fall back. The old springs creaked beneath me, protesting my movements just as my muscles did.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” I croaked.

She chuckled softly as she placed the mug and aspirin on the nightstand before crawling back into bed. Her head found its place on my bicep, and I pulled her closer, resisting the urge to kiss her cheek.

For a moment, I lay there, soaking in the feeling of her body against mine. It was completely different from how I was used to waking up—alone, the bed cold and empty beside me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so…content. Worse than that, I couldn’t imagine feeling like that without her here.

“Sunshine? What happened to Angel?” she teased, her voice light, almost playful.

I looked down at her, a crooked grin tugging at my lips. “Sunshine is for everyday moments. Angel is for when you’re taking my dick like the good girl you are. And let me assure you, you are averygood girl.”

She shot me a narrowed-eyed glare that caused me to laugh. Crude jokes aside, part of me marveled at how natural this all felt—how easy it was to be with her.

“Keep talking like that, and I’m going to get a spray bottle to spritz you every time you say something like that,” she warned with a smile.

“You weren’t complaining last night when I—”

She cut me off with a gentle smack to the chest. Before she could pull her hand away, I held it in place over my heart, hoping she could feel it pounding against my ribs.

What the hell was I thinking when I even considered breaking up with her? The thought had seemed rational atthe time—distancing myself, protecting her from whatever darkness lingered in my life. But now, with her here, it felt stupid, like it’d be easier to live without my leg than it would be to live without Callie.

She squirmed as if trying to free herself, but I tightened my grip, throwing an arm over her chest and holding her close like a child would a stuffed animal.

She let out a frustrated moan before finally relaxing into me, tracing invisible patterns on my arms. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of her touch. But then, the gentle tracing turned into soft squeezes, each one sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.

I cracked open an eye and looked down at her. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she mumbled, giving me one last squeeze. “Have you always been this strong?”

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