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Chapter 21

From there, a plan began to take shape.

Oliver and I portalled Nia and Eldrin back to the Briar Stronghold with a promise to reopen in twenty-four hours, and with them went Finn"s body as well. A similar deal was struck with Wolfe, who would work on gathering any willing shifters from the Nexus pack. In the meantime, the remaining pack members went to prepare, all five willing to see this through, and I"d almost started crying with gratitude. In the meantime, Callan and I retreated back to my cabin to get some rest, at a near collapsing point from all the stress and activity.

The cabin was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. The air was heavy with silence as I paused in the entryway, unsure of where to go, my head and my heart still swirling with a tornado of emotions that I didn"t know what to do with. I picked at the hem of my shirt. My finger hit something hard, and I looked down, realizing it was a dried clump of blood that was clinging to the material. My eyes traveled further, realizing for the first time how drenched in blood my clothes were, now cakey and stiff.

My pulse skitters, heart pounding against my chest like a trapped bird desperate to escape its cage. The air was thick, suffocating as I try to pull the shirt over my head, getting stuck on the crook of my elbow. My breaths come out in short, shallow gasps, each inhale a struggle as my panic rose. Strong hands grip my waist, sliding up my body to free me from the shirt before falling on the floor.

Callan"s hands cup either side of my cheek as he leaned down, forcing me to look directly at him. "Hey, it"s okay. Breathe," he soothes, fingers swiping away the tears I hadn"t realized had been falling. "You don"t have to carry this burden alone. I"m here, let me be here for you."

His words permeated the frazzled haze, striking a chord deep inside of me, and I leaned into his touch, seeking solace in his warmth. "I know," I whispered, my breathing starting to slow as his reassurances trickled through our bond. "But it"s just... so much. I feel like I"m drowning, Callan. Like I"m going to get pulled under and never breathe fresh air again."

Pain was in his eyes as he looked at me, the fact that he couldn"t bundle up my emotions and put them in a little box where they couldn"t hurt me anymore. "I wish I could just fix it," he admitted, voice heavy. "But I can"t. All I can do is promise to stand by your side, no matter what."

"I don"t know what I"d do without you," I confessed, my voice trembling with emotion. "And that scares me too."

"Be scared all you want," he told me, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead, then once on each of my eyelids. "I"m not going anywhere. If we die, then we die together."

A startled laugh burst from my lips. "That doesn"t make me feel any better," I said. He gave me a rueful smile, the movement making him look so handsome that my heart ached. A slight shrug lifted one of his shoulders as his gaze softened, and he reached out, his fingers threading through my blonde tresses as he brushed a hand through them, watching the strands slip through his fingers.

"I love you," he said simply. "More than anything in this world. And I will do everything in my power for us to come out on the other side of this intact. I"ve waited so long for you to walk into my life, and I"m not giving that up for anything. I"ve been sleepwalking through life without you, and now that I"ve finally found you, I feel like I can finally live."

His words wrapped around my heart like a hug, and for just a brief moment, I felt like the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders. Fresh tears welled in my eyes, but I held them back, knowing that if I let them fall, I"d never be able to say what I wanted to say.

"I love you too," I admitted, the words leaving my lips and feeling one hundred percent right. Nothing like the threat of the end of the world to make you vocalize how you really feel. He dipped his head, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

"I know," he said, with all the confidence in the world, and I didn"t mind it one bit. His hands reached the waistband of my pants, working them down and over my hips gingerly, trying to keep the drenched material from scratching my skin as much as possible.

"Come on, let"s get cleaned up."

Within minutes, we were standing underneath the steam, the scorching water burning the dirt and blood away with the help of Callan"s wandering hands. Eventually, they turned to my shoulders as he turned me around, massaging and kneading, finding every spot of tension and working it until it smoothed. I sighed, leaning against him, my head falling back so it rested on his newly scrubbed chest, pushing my hips back so I was flush against him.

"Careful," he warned, his chest rumbling underneath me, his deft hands working their way down my shoulders, into very dangerous territory. "I"m not responsible for what happens if you keep doing that."

"You say that like it"s a bad thing," I murmured, my eyes closed to the sensation of him exploring my tired body.

A growl escaped his throat as he reached behind us, turning the shower off. I whipped my head back around to look at him, confused. "What are you doing?"

"I want you splayed out on the bed underneath me where I can see you," he said. He reached out, grabbing a large towel and wrapping it around my body before he bent down, picking me up in his arms easily. A startled shriek escaped me as I wrapped my arms around his neck for safety. "Callan!"

He said nothing, stepping out of the shower without a towel as he gently carried me to the bedroom, rivulets of water dripping off him as we moved. "You"re getting the floor all wet!"

"That"s not the only thing," he grunted as he dropped me onto the center of the comforter. I tried to sit up, but he didn"t let me, gripping my ankles and sliding me down to the edge of the bed. He reared his head up to look at me, and for a moment, I was struck by how familiar this scene was. How different life had been when we last did this, and how much had changed since then. He followed my train of thought, smiling wickedly as he bit the skin of my inner thigh, eliciting a breathy gasp from me.

"I am going to taste every fucking inch of you," he spoke against my skin, a hot shiver running through my body at his words. Big hands gripped my hips, pulling me into the perfect position to bury his face in my pussy. He didn"t hold back, his tongue stroking the length of my slit before attacking my clit with an onslaught of pleasure. I moaned loudly, hands gripping the fabric beneath me.

In response to my moans, he worked harder, setting a steady rhythm alternating between flicking my clit with his tongue and sucking on it as his lips closed around it.

My hips gyrated against him as he devoured me like a starving animal, my climax building like a raging storm. Sensing I was about to hurtle over the edge, he took my hands in his, moving to place them over my breasts.

"Touch yourself for me," he ordered, and I was more than willing to oblige. I pinched the hard nubs between my thumb and index fingers, gently tweaking them as I writhed beneath him, his tongue diving back to continue its relentless rhythm.

"Callan," I whined, hurtling toward my breaking point. A low chuckle against my clit almost made me scream, and two seconds later, a firm pressure was at my entrance as he sank two fingers deep inside me, stretching me wide. That was all I needed, careening over the edge on a wave of pleasure. He didn"t stop, licking with renewed fervor, and a deep shiver went through me, stoking the tiny flame inside me into another roaring fire.

"Fuck," I whined through labored breath, my hips no longer under my control.

I writhed, knowing I needed more, needing everything I could possibly take from him. My hands reached down, gripping his dark hair with a fistful, jerking his head up immediately. I pulled, gently enough that it didn"t hurt, but hard enough that he had no choice but to follow, rising up my body as he followed my hand.

"I need you," I gasped out when he was almost level with my face. His eyes had darkened so much they almost looked black, lust clouding his gaze. His face glistened with my juices, but I kissed him anyways, his tongue dancing with mine as I moaned at the taste of myself. He groaned against me, and I suckled his bottom lip in mine, nibbling gently.

"Rowan," he warned, his hands gripping my body tightly. I smiled against him, before digging my heels in, my hands coming in to grab his hips. I pushed, borrowing a bit of my added shifter strength to roll us over. His eyes widened when he realized what I was doing, pushing his feet back so we were in the middle of the bed.

I shifted into a kneeling position, my tight entrance hovering over his cock. Without hesitating, I eased myself over his thick length, a guttural moan escaping me as I sank down onto him. I was stretched to my limits, but I bottomed out anyways, giving a gentle buck of my hips as a test.

"Oh fuck," Callan groaned, his hands coming to my hips with an iron-clad grip. "Don"t tease me like that."

My stubborn streak flared to life, and I did it again, bucking my hips, grinding my clit against his groin as I did and I uttered a deep moan.

"Rowan," he growled, his hips trying to buck underneath me. I used my body weight as an anchor, digging my knees in so he wasn"t able to get the range of motion he was looking for. He tried again, and I was rewarded with a frustrated moan as his fingers gripped me tighter.

Ever so slowly, I leaned back, bracing my arms behind me, the perfect angle to give him the best look at my tits as I reared back, urging my hips down in a torturously slow movement, then started to lift upwards, coming off his cock again and again. With a roar, he gripped my hips, slamming me firmly back down and I groaned in pleasure.

Shifting to a better position, I looked down at Callan, biting my lip as I saw he was intently looking at me, his teeth clenched. "Woman," he ground out threateningly, eyes pleading with me for mercy.

Slowly at first, then faster, I raised myself up his shaft before I plunged back down on it, moaning every time he plunged into me with his full length. My rhythm was steady, my fingernails digging into the muscles of his shoulder as I fucked myself on him.

Hands reached up to squeeze my breasts, thumbs rubbing across my hardened nipples. "Oh!" I cried as jolts of pleasure shot through me, curling my toes into the bed as I moved. He continued his assault, rolling and pinching them softly between his fingers. All I could do was moan, my pussy walls squeezing around him in response. I slammed down on him, again and again as he buried deep inside me.

He groaned deeply, throwing his head back in pleasure as his hands dropped back down to rest on my hips. Instead of lifting back up again, I swiveled my hips, my clit rubbing against him with a blaze of pleasure.

I moved my hands up, remembering how much he"d liked it earlier and squeezed my own breasts. My thumbs rubbed my nipples back and forth, only managing whimpering gasps in the throes of my pleasure. With one hand, he gripped my hips, beginning to take control of our thrusts, getting harder and more insistent as I continued to play with my chest.

I leaned back slightly, throwing my head back in pleasure and didn"t see when he moved his free hand up, fingers coming to encircle my clit.

That was all I could handle, screaming hoarsely as an orgasm rocked me, my walls death-gripping him inside of me. "Oh my god!" I shouted. As I rode the aftershock, he placed both hands back at my waist, pivoting our positions so he was on top again. He didn"t miss a beat, thrusting inside me relentlessly, my mind going blank from the pleasure, still sensitive after my last orgasm. Somehow he built me up again, and it wasn't long before I found one of my hands trailing down, coming to a rest when it made contact with my clit.

My fingers circled furiously, not letting up until I thought I was about to break. My other hand reached up, pulling his head close to mine, tangling my tongue with his as he let out a heated moan. His hips moved faster, thrusting harder and harder, and I knew he was close.

I used my muscles to squeeze around the length of him the next time he bottomed out inside me, and that was enough as he broke our kiss to cry out as he swelled inside me. I convulsed wildly around him as he still drove in and out of me, riding the wave of his climax and extending mine. My legs lost strength, and I uncrossed them from where I had vice-gripped around his body.

Later, I lay there, listening to the steady beat of his heart under my ear, a sense of peace worming its way into my fragile heart. If we could get through this and not die in the process, this could definitely be a life I could get used to.

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