Page 95 of Soul of a Witch

“I didn’t say he wasn’t sweet. I said he desires you. He wants to fuck you, darling.”

Lightly swatting his arm, I gasped out, “Don’t be so crude. Christ, Callum.”

“Oh, is itdon’t be crudenow?” His volume lifted, purposefully. In that small space, a regular speaking voice was like a yell. “That isn’t what you were saying last night.”

“You’re being loud —”

“Good. I want him to fucking hear me.”

Suddenly, Callum pushed me back against the shelves. He planted his arms on either side of me, the wood creaking under the force of his grip as he caged me in. I simply folded my arms as I looked up at him.

“Is this a tantrum, Callum?”

“Hardly. This is a reminder of who exactly owns you. And it’s not sweet, friendly William.” He brought his sharp teeth close to my ear as he said, “It’s me. It’s fuckingmethat’s tethered to you. It’s me that can mark you up, it’s me that gets to touch you.”

Then his teeth were on my neck. Kissing, sucking, and then biting. My determination to keep silent shattered in an instant, as a desperate gasp was wrenched out of me.

“I thought you weren’t the jealous type.”

“Oh, certainly not, love. I’m very welcoming and generous to guests. It’s intruders I have a problem with.”

“Will is hardly an intruder, he’s…he’s…Oh God —”

“Mm, what was that? I’m having trouble hearing you.” The bastard gave me a sharp-toothed smile as he wedged his thigh between my legs. The pressure alone was enough to make my breath shudder. I ground down against him, hips rocking back and forth in a desperate attempt to chase more stimulation.

He’d made me like this. Desperate, lost in need, greedy for more.

“He’ll hear us, Callum,” I whispered urgently, shaking my head even as I kept grinding on him. He was barely touching me and it was driving me wild. His arms were still planted firmly on either side of my head, but I was grateful for the cage. I wanted it to tighten, to crush me, to force me to give in.

“We don’t have much time,” I gasped, and Callum chuckled.

“I suppose I’ll have to make it quick and dirty then.”

Phantom hands wrapped around my throat. Glaring into the demon’s eyes, I tried to maintain my composure, at least as well as one could while grinding against his thigh. My attempts to control myself only made him laugh more.

“Look at that cute little glare,” he teased, as those phantom hands pressed all over me and pinned me to the shelves. “I don’t blame William for wanting you. A beautiful woman like you…people should be crawling after you like dogs.”

“That’s what you did for me last night,” I groaned.

He lifted my chin, capturing my lips in a knee-weakening kiss.

“That’s right, darling,” he whispered. “Last night I crawled for you, and tonight, I’ll crawl for you again. I’d drag myself through broken glass on my hands and knees if that’s what you wanted. No matter the pain. Regardless of the degradation. The harder it is to please you, the more I’ll try to succeed.”

He turned me, face toward the shelves, his hands caressing appreciatively over my body before he gripped my hips, and said, “I’m going to fuck you right here in the library. You’d better pray to whatever God will listen that yoursweetlittle friend doesn’t walk in on us.”

He peeled off my jeans and tossed away my shoes. He kissed every inch of skin he laid bare, his teeth leaving sharp, stinging bite marks everywhere he went. It wasn’t long before I was covered in reddened marks, in little bruises left by his mouth and gripping hands.

He smacked my ass, and I moaned, looking back at him with wide eyes.

“Did that hurt?” He spanked me again.

Instead of whimpering in pain, I gave a lewd, exaggerated groan and arched my back toward him. His caramel-colored eyes instantly darkened, and his claws came out as he hurriedly turned me to face him again.

“Do you really think it’s wise to taunt a demon?” he growled.

“It gets me what I want,” I said, daring to be cheeky.

He lifted me suddenly, my back leaning against the shelves with my thighs gripped and spread by his hands. His claws pricked dangerously at my skin as he angled his cock, nudging his thick head against my entrance. He pressed in slowly, and every time I thought I’d taken his full length, I was wrong. By the time he was fully inside me, my toes were curled and every breath was a desperate pant. The stretch of him ached, every sensitive nerve consumed by a storm of exquisite pain.

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