Page 43 of Dark Succession
“With pleasure.” She moved over him, tantalizingly close, but the angle was wrong for him to slide home. Christ, he wanted that more than he wanted his next breath. Which was exactly why he needed to put on the brakes, at least temporarily.
“Angel, if you don’t get a condom right fucking now, I’m going to take you like this.”
“I thought I was the one doing the taking.” But she rose and moved to where he pointed—the nightstand drawer—and came back with a condom. Callie ripped it open with a wicked grin and took his cock in her hand. She stroked him once, squeezing in a way that made his eyes damn near cross, and then went to work rolling on the condom. Then she climbed back on top of him, kissing him as she adjusted the angle and plunged down on top of him.
Holy mother of God.He gripped her hips, holding her sealed to him, taking a second to simply enjoy this moment. With her eyes half-closed and her body rolling as she took him deeper, she was a vision straight out of a fantasy he hadn’t even been aware of before now. He coasted his hands up over her sides to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers as she moaned.
She rode him as if she had all the time in the world, as if she didn’t want to miss a second of it. Like she was savoring the feeling of him inside her just as much as he was. “Fuck, angel.”
She let her head fall back, her body arching to take him deeper yet, her breasts bouncing each time she sank ontohis cock. “God, this feels good, Teague. I never want this to stop.”
“Me either.” He pulled her down to kiss her, the truth slashing through his chest.
He’d gone and fallen for his fiancée.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Callie never thought it could be like this. She lost herself in the sensation of Teague’s hands on her hips, his cock filling her completely, the jagged sound of their breathing intermingling in the shadows of his room. Then he reached between their bodies to stroke her clit with his thumb, and her entire body caught fire. “Oh God.”
He did it again. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the delicious pleasure building in her core. Each stroke of his thumb was timed to her sliding down his cock, and it pushed her closer and closer to the edge. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” He caught her moan with his mouth. “Come for me, Callie.”
Hearing her name on his lips likethat—almost worshipful and yet so damn possessive—sent her hurtling into oblivion. She clutched his shoulders and cried out, her hips bucking. She was vaguely aware of his fingersdigging into her hips as he followed her over the edge, and then she slumped down, careful to roll onto the bed instead of his chest.
Teague immediately tucked her against him, his legs tangling with hers, as if he couldn’t stand the new distance any more than she could. “Damn, angel.”
Her laugh was a little hoarse. “I couldn’t agree more.” She had expected to feel the peace she’d come to associate with orgasms connected with Teague, but it was slow in appearing this time. Instead, the realization that she trulycaredabout this man had rooted itself deep in her being. She kissed him, fear threatening to ruin the moment. She remembered all too well how it had been when Ronan died. It might be a different type of feeling that Teague induced, but the threat of loss was equally devastating.
She held him tighter. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.” It didn’t make the smallest bit of sense for her to have such strong feelings for this man after such a short time, but she couldn’t deny it. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to try.
There were worse things in the world than beginning to fall in love with her future husband.
He kissed her forehead. “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”
“Says the man who looks like a human punching bag.”
Against all reason, he laughed. “Fair point. Fine—nothingelseis going to happen to me.”
“You can’t promise that.”
He tensed, his hand stilling where it had been running through her hair. “I won’t lie and say I can, but I’ll do everything in my power to see our wedding day. I said thatbefore, and I meant it.” His hand resumed its movement, soothing her despite her worries. “I have a plan.”
“That sounds detailed and well-thought-out.”
His laugh rumbled against her cheek. “I’m going to find who killed Brendan.”
Her heart stopped beating and her breath stilled in her lungs. Callie opened her eyes, a strange buzzing in her ears as she stared at the off-white wall next to the bed. Teague was looking for Brendan’s killer. Her fingers curled, instinctively withdrawing, but she made herself relax against him again.
“James can’t guarantee anything—naturally—but it’s the best bet to call Victor’s vendetta off. If he’s trying for peace, then my family can’t attack without looking like they made the first move. They lose the moral high ground and potentially their Sheridan support.”
The words finally penetrated the numb feeling threatening to suck her under. “You make it sound like the O’Malleys wanted this war.”
“I’m not so sure they didn’t.”
He sounded so grim, she risked raising her head to meet his eyes. “Surely not.”
“Angel, I say this because you’re going to be running the Sheridan empire before too long, and because I care about you—don’t ever underestimate either my father or Aiden.” He said his brother’s name like a curse. “They’ll do whatever they think necessary to bring more power under our control, and to hell with the potential consequences.”
