Page 53 of Love At First Roar
A feral sound tore from his throat. His control snapped.
He kissed her hard, tongue fucking her mouth as his cock fucked her body. His rhythm changed—less slow now, more hungry. He thrust harder, faster, driving into her with possessive, primal need.
Cora sobbed out a moan, legs trembling as her pussy fluttered around him. “Callum—gods, I’m close…”
He lifted her hips, angling deeper, fucking her into the mattress. “That’s it. Let me feel it.”
Her body was a livewire. Her magic arced across the room. Pressure built behind her ribs, inside her core—tight and blinding.
“You’re gonna come for me,” he panted, voice rough and possessive. “Gonna soak my cock just like that, pretty girl. Fuck—look at me while you fall apart.”
Her eyes snapped to his, dazed and wide, green glowing faintly in the golden light swirling around them.
“Come for me,” he whispered into her skin. “Come all over my cock.”
And she did.
It hit hard—waves of heat and pleasure crashing through her, pussy clenching wildly around his cock, pulling him deeper, milking him. She screamed his name, thighs locked around his waist, body shaking.
Callum snarled, hips slamming forward as he thrust once—twice—then buried himself deep and came with a broken growl. His cock pulsed inside her, hot and thick, filling her with every drop. His whole body trembled with the force of it.
He stayed buried in her, forehead pressed to hers, both of them gasping.
The world narrowed to skin, sweat, and breath. Her magic settled in soft pulses around them, curling like warmth between their bodies.
Neither of them spoke for a long moment.
Eventually, he kissed her—slow, reverent—and gently pulled out, drawing a shudder from her lips. She whimpered at the loss.
Callum gathered her against him, cradling her close as he lay back, his chest rising and falling fast beneath her cheek.
He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, voice barely above a whisper.
“You’re safe,” he said. “With me.”
Cora didn’t just want to believe it.
Shedid.
28
CALLUM
Morning light streamed through the cabin’s shutters, soft and dappled, drifting over tangled blankets and pale limbs. Callum woke first, as he always did, instinct tugging him to consciousness before the sun had fully climbed. But this dawn felt different, peaceful in a way he hadn’t tasted since childhood.
Cora lay curled against his side, hair a pale spill across his chest. Her freckles stood out against fair skin still flushed from the fire they’d shared the night before. One hand rested over his heart, fingers twitching slightly each time he exhaled. A smile ghosted over her lips, and every time she breathed in, she sighed like the world was safe.
He studied her, letting the quiet sink deep. Pine smoke lingered from the banked hearth, mingling with the lilac-and-skin scent that now lived on his sheets. His lion stretched lazy under his skin, finally content.
He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. She stirred, eyes blinking open, green as fresh leaves and still heavy with sleep. A smile bloomed when she saw him.
“Hey,” she whispered, voice husky.
“Hey, yourself.” His thumb traced the soft plane of her cheekbone. “Sleep alright?”
“Better than alright.” She shifted, pressing a light kiss to his collarbone. “Feels like the nightmares forgot my name.”
He swallowed the lump in his throat, marveling at how a single sentence could both warm and gut him. “Good. They’re not welcome here.”
