Page 109 of Soul of a Witch

“I’ll do what I can,” he finally said. “But I’m not a guard dog.”

“You don’t hide your feelings for the human woman very well,” Callum drawled. He sighed as he turned to me, as if the entire situation was now horrendously boring and he couldn’t bother to look at Leon for another second. Nuzzling close to my side, arms wrapping possessively around me, he lowered his voice and said, “He’ll protect her. Send him off. I want to continue our game.”

Our game. I’d nearly forgotten what we were up to right before Leon made his unannounced entrance. Hurriedly, I held out the torn page in offering, and Leon snatched it from my hands as if he thought I’d take it back at any second.

For a long moment, he simply stared at it, clawed fingers tightening on the page. How much of his life had he lived in constant fear of being summoned up until now?

Without another word, he folded the paper and tucked it into his pocket. He turned away, strode to the front door, and slipped outside.

“He’sobsessedwith that woman,” Callum said, and I looked up at him in surprise. “Your father isn’t going to have any easy time getting to his sacrifice with that young demon in his way.”

He cracked his neck, rubbing his cheek where only minutes again, Leon had sliced him open. The wound was completely healed now with only a faint red mark remaining.

“Haven’t had a fight that good in a while,” he said. “Got me worked up.”

Suddenly, he lifted me off my feet and slung me over his shoulder, heading for the stairs as I shrieked in surprise.

“I need to build a wall around this place,” he huffed. When he raised his voice, the house itself shook, and I laughed. “No more goddamn intruders while I’m fucking my witch!”

He was vibrating with unspent energy. We didn’t even reach the bedroom before he was tearing my clothes off again. He slammed me against the wall at the top of the stairs, ripping so ravenously through my clothing that he left scratches across my chest.

“That hellion dared suggest making a deal with you…” He snarled, and gripped my hair to pull my head back as he kissed me. His forked tongue probed deep into my mouth and my knees went weak.

He drew back, mere centimeters from me. “My bloodlust isn’t quenched yet darling. I want him to hear you scream my name as he flees this place. I want him to have no doubt of exactly…who…you…belong to.”

He paused, staring at the scratches he’d given me. His grin spread, widening as he lowered his head. He licked the blood from my skin, eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy when I groaned.

He seized me again, flying me back to the bedroom so quickly I was dizzied. He pinned me to the floor, one hand around my throat as the other plunged between my legs.

“Callum! Oh my – God – “

“That’s it, darling.” I writhed on his fingers as he pumped them into me, panting with unbridled need. “You’re mine. Mine to use. To fuck. To breed as I wish.”

Tingles exploded over my entire body.

He got up suddenly, but I had no time to move. Ropes coiled around me, binding me tightly and dragging me into the air. I hung upside down, suspended, spinning slowly. With every rotation, Callum was closer, but I never saw him move.

The shadows were elongating, the room darkening. The fire shrunk down to smoldering embers. Callum was wrapped in darkness, a shroud of black mist enveloping him. It reminded me of how he’d looked in the woods when he’d gone after Juniper and Zane.

Finally, he stood next to me. He braced his hand against my leg to stop my spinning, and goosebumps exploded over my skin. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he peered down at me.

“I should stop feeding you that wretched tea,” he snarled. He was referring to the birth control mixture I chugged down whenever he came inside me. My stomach was quivering, heat growing inside me. “I want to fuck you full of my seed and knock you up.”

He caressed my belly, tracing the scarred lines of his sigil. For a moment, I dared to imagine myself swollen with child. The scars of our bond would cover my rounded stomach like a ward, allowing there to be no doubt that I was protected. Loved. Wanted.

It was only a fantasy. An impossible one, surely.

Callum stroked his hands along my inner thighs, squeezing my flesh. A throttled sound escaped my throat. The ropes held my legs slightly parted, so I could do nothing as he brought his mouth close to my core. His forked tongue extended, swirling deliciously around my clit until my legs were violently shaking.

“Callum, please! Please, that feels so – so good – I – “

“Are you going to come for me already? Mm, I can’t allow that yet.”

The ropes tugged, repositioning me. My arms were pulled behind my back, my chest drawn up so my stomach faced the floor. Another rope snaked around my head, pressing between my teeth like a gag and pulling my head up.

It was a strenuous position, similar to a hogtie. My legs were still spread, my pussy at the perfect height for him to sink his cock into me if he wished.

His claws traced over my ass. Gently, at first, but then he dug in. His claws pierced me as he held my cheeks apart and plunged his tongue into me. Licking, sucking, and probing until I squealed, struggling helplessly. My teeth were clenched around the rope, my noises muffled.

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