Page 117 of The Delver
Smiling, she covered his hands with her own and nodded. “Yes. They are good, happy tears.”
He crooned and bent down, pressing his mouth to hers, and Callie kissed him in return. She’d never felt this kind of fullness before. Had never felt so much happiness, so much love.
“This is our home,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Ours,” he echoed in his rumbling voice, carefully combing his claws through her curls.
Ours.
God, she loved the sound of that.
Pulling away from him, she turned and padded toward the table. She trailed her fingers over the flat, grainy surface as she glanced over her shoulder at her mate. “This is our table.”
Urkot chittered as he strode toward her. He flattened a hand on the tabletop. “Where we will share our meals.”
An image appeared in her mind—Callie sitting in the chair with Urkot seated next to her as they ate from a shared platter, the den bathed in the blue glow of the many crystals around the room.
Familiar warmth suffused her. To most people, sitting with a loved one to share a meal and conversation was a mundane thing, often taken for granted. But sitting down together at dinner time had been a rare occurrence for her throughout most of her life. Knowing that she and Urkot could do that not just every day, but every meal if they wanted to, meant more to Callie than she could express.
She walked toward the bed and ran her fingers over the silk blanket covering it. “And this is our bed.”
Urkot moved up behind her and trailed a finger down her spine. “Where I will hold you every night as we sleep.”
Callie closed her eyes and hummed. “I love the sound of that.”
He trilled, his hands framing her hips as his rough mouth brushed over her shoulder, where his teeth had marked her, sending a delightful shiver through her. “As do I.”
She skimmed her nose over the side of his face. “Do you know what I love more?”
Turning in his arms, she stepped back and sat on the bed. She smiled coyly at him as she scooted back toward the center. He stood unmoving but for his gaze, which tracked her as keenly as that of a predator who’d spotted his prey.
Leaning back on her elbows, she spread her thighs wide and bunched her skirt in her hands, drawing the hem up to bare her pussy to him. “That this is where you’ll be making love to me for the rest of our lives.”
With a deep, rolling growl, Urkot stalked forward and slowly knelt atop the bedding. His upper hands grasped her ankles, spreading her legs wider. Callie’s breath hitched as the air brushed over her sex, and her core clenched in arousal as his gaze, brightened by a possessive gleam, dipped to her pussy.
“And this is my mate,” he said, his eyes flicking up to hers as he lowered his head. He turned his face toward her healing calf and lightly grazed the scars with his mouth. “Who I will love.”
Another shiver coursed through her, and she craved more. More of his touch. More of him.
He moved his mouth higher, another graze, another kiss. “Who I will cherish.”
When he reached her inner thigh, his tongue slipped out to tease the tender flesh, making her quiver.
Callie moaned, clutching the spun silk beneath her. “Urkot…”
“My mate,” he growled once more, his eyes never leaving hers as his tongue lapped her pussy from bottom to top, sweeping over her clit. “Who I will worship.”
He plunged his tongue deep inside her. Callie gasped at the surge of pleasure, at the fullness. Whispering his name over and over like a benediction, she thrust her fingers into his silky hair and pulled him closer, undulating her hips to take his wicked, forceful tongue deeper.
And worship her he did.
EPILOGUE
Callie layon the high table in Diego and Will’s clinic, biting her bottom lip and forcing her arms to remain at her sides as Diego’s fingers probed her lower belly and pelvis. Nervousness skittered through her.
“When was your last period?” he asked.
“A couple months ago,” she said. “After me and Urkot got back from the cave.”
