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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Madison

W e were about a dozen steps down the hallway before my brain started screeching at me, alerting me to what had just happened.

Damn, he’s smooth .

I hadn’t even realized what was going on. Cal had simply reached for my hand as if it were the most normal thing in the world, and I’d taken it, letting his fingers slide between my own, locking them together as we walked.

Forbidding myself from looking down just yet, I tried frantically to figure out what to do. Did I go with it? What level of harm would come from simple hand-holding? We’d already accidentally had sex. Was this much different?

It’s very different! Hooking up is one thing, it’s hormonal. This is acknowledging things that we’re not yet ready to acknowledge.

Not yet ready? Why not? It felt good. It hadn’t been awkward. There was certainly chemistry between us. I even thought Cal kinda-sorta liked me.

It was confusing. All of it. No small part of me wanted to lean into this moment, to enjoy it and move forward. I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt to him—and not just physically. There was a lot to like about Callum, and the more I got to know him, the more I found I enjoyed him.

His past certainly made for an awkward barrier, but at the same time, the dedication and loyalty he showed to her meant he was capable of great emotion. Love, even.

There you go again. Using the L-word. All because Laura put it in your head. That doesn’t mean it’s a real thing. You’re just manifesting it.

Maybe I was. But then again, Cal had reached for my hand. Not the other way around. He was the one who had a surprise for me and was walking with a bounce in his step.

Of course, I was assuming Cal knew what he’d been doing when he reached out. What if it wasn’t? I replayed the memory in my mind. His eyes had been on me the entire time.

My stomach flip-flopped.

He hadn’t been aware of what he was doing either. It had just happened.

Okay, so what do I do now?

Not letting myself stare at our joined hands was growing harder with every passing step. Parts of me were screaming to drop it, to step away from him and keep that distance, a wall, to prevent anything else from going on.

“I hope you like this,” Cal said as we turned into the hallway that led to his rooms.

“Why do you say that?” I asked. “Why wouldn’t I like it?”

Had my voice cracked there? Were my nerves showing through? It was impossible to know for sure. My brain was jumping at shadows.

“You might think it’s … I don’t know, inappropriate?” He shrugged, and the motion bounced my arm in time with his.

He still didn’t drop my hand or even look down at them. Was he truly that oblivious?

“If you’re about to tell me the surprise is in your pants …” I threatened.

Cal’s jaw popped open, followed a second later by uproarious laughter. “What? No! No, no, no. That is not at all what I—wait, do people actually do that where you’re from?”

“Sometimes,” I said, thinking back to one particularly awkward situation. “With exactly zero success.”

“I wonder why,” Cal chortled, shaking his head. “I promise you, that is not it. There are no surprises there for you.”

The bottom of my stomach fell out at the unexpected sexual nature of his comment. Neither of us had really mentioned what happened in the field as if sensing it had happened completely by accident and thus should not be brought up.

Until now.

“Haha,” I managed awkwardly, trying to settle not only my stomach but the embers of something a little lower and a lot deeper. They had stirred at his comment and the sudden smoldering blue-green flames in his eyes as Cal glanced over at me.

Gulp.

He led me to the door of his bedroom, where he finally dropped my hand so I wasn’t dragged next to his bed. Apparently, his brain recognized that would be a bit much. Opening his closet, he rooted around for a moment.

While he did that, my eyes started to scan the room. I hadn’t actually ever been inside it before, and he always kept the door closed. Now, I took in the large room with its four-poster bed with intricate wooden posts rising up to form a gorgeous dark-stained interlocking canopy.

Thick, plushy, ash-gray covers were haphazardly pulled up to the pillows in a very male manner of “making” the bed. It was better than being strewn everywhere at least.

“Here.”

I looked to see him holding out a folded garment, the indigo-colored fabric soft and silky looking.

“For me?”

When he nodded, I smiled, biting a lip as I held it up and let it unfold, the material falling to the floor. I noted the shimmer in the light.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. “What is it?”

“It’s called a glani ,” he explained, showing me how to wear it. “It’s the traditional wear of a dragon woman. I thought that maybe, since you’ve been here awhile and are starting to grow comfortable, you might want to participate in our culture some more.”

I smiled at his awkwardness. This was clearly a big thing for him. The fact that he’d already bought the outfit spoke to a level of thought toward me that I hadn’t realized he possessed.

“Thank you,” I said, clutching it to my chest, admiring the way it draped down my body. I swished back and forth, well aware I was grinning like an idiot. “So, you like it?”

I looked up. Cal was watching intently. Watching me intently. I liked the attention. The heat of his gaze was instantly warming my body as it traveled up then down … then back up again. His eyes widened, drinking in the sight of the soft material against my skin.

“I do,” he said deeply, stepping forward. “I like it very much.”

My mouth dried up. The intensity of his desire poured off him like an avalanche, cascading over me, crossing wires, and generating a surge of answering want. A want that I’d been denying.

But I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Not there in his room under his gaze. At his touch.

The gap between us had evaporated. Cal was there, his fingers on my cheek and across my shoulder. Teasing me with the heat and power they contained.

But I didn’t want teases. I didn’t want grazes and bits and pieces. I wanted it all.

And so did he.

The glani fell to the floor, forgotten between us as Cal picked me up and placed me on the dresser, our faces at equal heights.

“I want you,” I whispered, grabbing the back of his head.

“I need you,” he growled with a possessiveness he’d never shown before.

“Then take me,” I moaned, his mouth finding my neck, flame burning up my veins, lighting my nerves on fire as he touched me.

His hands explored my body, my skin, discovering me in new ways as he stripped my clothing from my body. I arched back as his lips closed around my nipples, electricity shooting through me until my toes tingled.

“Cal,” I moaned.

As we kissed, I saw stars, and blood rushed out of my head and to other parts of my body in a torrid hurricane. He grabbed my breasts, clutched my ribs, and ran his fingers down my back. Our lips met and parted. Our bodies hard and firm against one another.

My pussy screamed with the need to be filled, and his cock brushed against me with every movement, straining against his clothes, seeking my welcoming hole.

The world blinked, and I was on my back, lifting my hips so he could strip my clothing from me, exposing me to his eyes.

A tongue burned between my legs as Cal kissed up my inner thighs and found my clit, which only increased the throbbing. I moaned and thrashed against the covers, my legs held wide by his hands while he pleasured me. Every whisper of touch sent new shivers through me, racing faster and faster as they circled between my legs, the pressure growing as the maelstrom reached a crescendo, condensing into a tiny ball of energy.

“Oh. Fuck,” I whispered, our eyes meeting ever so briefly before it exploded out of me.

My scream of pleasure must have been heard from one end of the palace to the other as I came harder than ever before. Cal slid his hands up my waist, lifting until only my shoulders were on the bed, his eyes staring down at me over my mound, not blinking. Never shifting.

He was locked on me . Watching every twist, every spasm as my orgasm pummeled my brain into nothing but mush with wave after wave of golden warmth so strong I couldn’t help but smile. Cal pleasured me until the last moment. My muscles went limp, and I sank back into the bed, breathing heavy and hard, seeking to recover.

Cal was still there, between my legs, but he only watched as my lungs rose and fell, my breasts moving slightly with every heave.

I sighed as that first clear lungful hit me, signaling I was back in charge.

Then his tongue moved anew

“No, Cal, I—”

A finger slid into my soaking wet hole, killing any further protests.

Again, he licked me, timing the strokes of his tongue with the pressure of his finger. I had no chance at all. I was his plaything.

But I was his .

I came again quickly. As I sank into the bed, Cal rose from between my legs with a wicked grin on his face.

“Stop looking so smug, and fuck me already,” I ordered, feeling spicy.

He tilted his head back and laughed, the muscles of his stomach clenching.

When had he taken off his shirt?

My eyes drifted farther downward as he stepped out of his pants, locking on to his thick, hard cock as he rubbed it between my legs, soaking the tip in my juices until it glistened. I was tempted to try to put it in my mouth, but Cal didn’t give me the chance.

He placed it against my opening and took me on his bed. I cried out, curling my hips to accept him as he filled me.

Words were of little consequence or use anymore. I must have shouted his name a dozen times or more as he moved my body, using it for his own pleasure. Yet, as much as he took control of me, he never neglected me.

A shockingly tender kiss here. A caress of the cheek there. A tiny smile through the smoke of feral lust. The signs that he was taking control of me to please us . They never left his face.

I knew because I was utterly focused on watching him. Seeing the carnal primitivity as he stared back or watched his cock disappear between my swollen lips or my tits bounce as he slammed into me, shaking my entire body with each thrust.

Orgasm after orgasm filled me. At one point, I had three—or was it four—in a row. When I thought I was good, he rubbed my clit, forcing another one from me.

I couldn’t go on any longer.

Until I could.

I was sweating by the end. So was Cal, his body covered in a thin sheen, further defining his muscles.

Then he growled a deeper sound. Different. More intense. The fire in his eyes became a real flame , flickering up deep to occlude his human eyes from view as he erupted, filling me deep with his cum, pounding it in with every stroke as he came.

For me.

When it was over, we both lay on the bed, panting. Neither of us could talk. The intensity had stripped away everything, including our energy. There was simply naked bodies, fluids, and the need to breathe heavily.

A minute or two later, Cal groaned and pulled himself away, getting up. He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me on his bed, dripping from between my legs.

“Here,” he said, reappearing just when I was about to say something and holding out a towel. “Do you want me to or?”

“I’ve got it,” I said, taking it and shoving it between my legs to mop up his leaking cum. “Thank you.”

“Least I could do.” He then watched as I got up and waddled to the bathroom.

God, I’m sexy.

“I know you probably feel awkward as shit doing that,” Cal said. “But the way your ass jiggles is just delightful.”

“Thanks,” I said over my shoulder, elbowing the door closed. “I think.”

Cal laughed then fell silent while I cleaned up and used the bathroom.

By the time I got out, his eyes were closed, and he was breathing easily. Asleep.

I laughed silently.

Men .

My eyes swept the room again. This time, I noted the pictures on the wall. Pictures of him and his family were most prominent. His parents, people with features similar enough that I pegged them as aunts and uncles or cousins, depending on age. His brother featured in many.

As did another woman.

She was tall, with brown wavy hair past her shoulders and a broad face that smiled easily. Given their poses, it had to be Noa.

I swallowed tightly as my eyes landed on one photo in particular. It was of Callum and Noa. They stood side by side. He was resplendent in an outfit with hard-cut shoulders with a white belt cinched around the waist to offset the black of the rest of his clothing. They were both smiling wide. But it was Noa who drew my eye.

Noa and a soft indigo glani .

I looked at the floor.

No. He wouldn’t. It can’t be the same one.

Could it?

No. There was no way. It was a coincidence. I was projecting. This one was new, I noted, looking at it again. There was still a tag on it.

But I couldn’t get the picture out of my head.

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