Page 17 of Marked By the Pack
I closed my bedroom door behind me and started to undress. I pulled on the old sweatshirt I’d stolen from Callum’s house. For just a second, I grabbed a fistful of the material and brought it to my nose. God, even when I was apart from him, I needed to feel close to him. I’d been obsessed with him for ten years. And it was like my obsession kept growing and growing.
“I should probably get you a new one,” Callum said.
I jumped and let go of the fabric. Callum was sitting on the edge of my bed staring at me.
“What are you doing here?” I shook my head. “How did you even get up here?”
He didn’t respond. He just beckoned me forward with his index finger.
I closed the distance between us, stopping only a few inches in front of him. “Callum. Seriously, what are you doing here?”
“I don’t like when you run away from me.” He grabbed my waist, pulling me one top of him.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I straddled him. “I didn’t run away. I told you I got an S.O.S. text from Zoey.”
“I thought you were just trying to get away from me.”
I shook my head. “No.”
He reached up, cupping the side of my face in his hand. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to lie to him and tell him he hadn’t. But after he didn’t bite me tonight…my head had gotten scrambled with doubt. I knew he didn’t want me to feel the pain of changing. I understood that. But wasn’t watching me slowly inch closer to death every day more painful? Wasn’t living without me worse?
“This is what I’ve always hoped for.” His hand slid to the side of my neck. “What I’ve always dreamed of. This right now. Us.”
He kept saying stuff like that. And it was so sweet. But also so frustrating. “You know where I’m coming from too though. I want this forever.”
He nodded. “But a lifetime was never supposed to be forever.”
“I’m just asking you to put me first, Callum.”
He lowered his eyebrows. “I am putting you first.”
“You’re not listening to me.”
“It’s late.” His hand fell from the side of my neck. “Let’s get some rest and we can talk about it from a fresh perspective in the morning.”
“You don’t sleep.”
He leaned backward on the mattress, pulling me with him.
I laughed as he caught me in his arms.
“Hmm.” His nose brushed against mine. “Maybe you just need to wear me out first.”
“Are you implying that you’d be able to sleep for the first time in centuries if I give you head?”
“I mean…it’s certainly a theory worth testing.”
God, he was so good at distracting me. “If handcuffing me to your bed and having your way with me for the past hour wasn’t enough to wear you out…I don’t see how on earth giving you a blowjob will do it.”
I could feel him growing hard beneath me.
“Maybe if you do a really good job.”
I stared down at him.
He brushed his thumb along my lower lip. “I’m going to tell you exactly what I want. And how I want it.”
