Page 26 of Shadowed Fate

My eyes roam over her form again, making my meaning clear. A blush creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks a delightful pink. Oh, how I'd love to see just how far down that blush goes...

"Is that so?" she asks, her voice wavering almost imperceptibly. She's aiming for nonchalance and missing spectacularly.

I step closer. "Indeed. And you, my darling Brigid, might just be the most intriguing specimen I've encountered in quite some time."

Her eyes flicker to my lips, betraying her thoughts.

I trace a finger along her neck, reveling in the goosebumps that bloom in its wake. "Last night, I had the most vivid dream…" My words were soft, almost inaudible. Yet, as they drifted into her ears, like phantom threads, they wove a story. "I was thinking of you," I continue, "in my bed."

Her lips press together tightly. I know she’s seeing exactly what I want her to see. I trail my hand along her arm, waiting for her to push me away or tell me to stop.

She doesn’t. She meets my gaze with her own, arching an eyebrow as if challenging me to continue.Fascinating.

I dial it up a notch and push the vision into her mind.

"I pictured myself, licking my way up from your ankle," I begin, " kissing my way up your thighs, savoring every inch of your creamy skin."

She shudders, and I see her squeezing her thighs together. I know that under my mesmerism she’s feeling every single sensation as well as seeing it.

"And then," I whisper, leaning in so our noses almost touch, "I imagined tasting you."

The silence between us is deafening.

"Callen, I—"

"Shh," I repeat, brushing my lips against her ear, "I'm not done."

I see her body arch towards mine, almost imperceptibly.

"I licked all the way up to your center," I continue, my voice barely a whisper. "I couldn’t get enough of your sweet pussy. You were dripping for me, darling, and it was beautiful."

I see her lashes flutter, her eyes closing involuntarily, and her hands twist.

"And when I finally looked up," I say, emphasizing each word, "I saw your beautiful face, and I wanted to watch you come all over my fingers.”

I trail my fingers back up her side, moving along the curve of her collarbone. "And do you know, Brigid, that thinking of you like that, laid out bare for me," I moved my hand to lightly grip her chin, “makes me wonder how the real thing will compare to my imagination.”

Brigid’s eyes are closed. Her mouth is parted. I’m so close I can feel her breath on my lips. She’s on the brink, and with one devilish thought I could push her over and watch her come undone.

Unfortunately, that’s not in the cards today. I reluctantly tear my gaze from her beautiful face and see that my appointment has arrived. I break the spell with a snap of my fingers.

I step back abruptly, watching her confusion as her eyes widen.

“Let’s get you back.” I walk to the gate and hold it open for her, gesturing that she should go in front of me.

We’ll have our time to play later.

Chapter 13

Brigid

I stumble into my room and shut the door.

My back presses against the cool wood, anchoring me to the here and now, even though I can still feel Callen’s touch, his thoughts. My breath comes in ragged gusts as if I've been running for miles.

I’d escaped him as soon as we got to my hallway, bolting like I was training for the Olympics. I didn’t look back to see if he was laughing. I knew he was.

I’m on edge in more ways than one. My body is crying out for the release it was denied, and at the same time I’m so fucking angry at Callen’s intrusion into my thoughts. I don’t know how he did it, or even what exactly he did, but from now on I’ll have to be more on guard with him.

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