Renegade Alpha (ALPHA 5) (20 page)

He repeated the action as she gasped. Again. And then again. Continuing to stroke and enter until Callie let out a sharp cry as she came, juices gushing over his fingers as he thrust them inside her at the same time as he continued to press and stroke her clit until he had taken everything from her.
 

“God, Lijah…” she breathed shakily as her climax continued to clench and claim her.

“Don’t stop.” Lijah nodded approvingly as Callie’s hips continued to arch up to meet his stroking fingers, prolonging her climax.

She sank back against the pillows as her climax finally came to a shuddering halt, her hands flat on the bed beside her, her hair dark on the pillow beneath her, her eyes closed, and her cheeks flushed as she breathed fast and unevenly.

“You liked that,” he murmured his satisfaction.

Her eyes opened. “I like
you,
and anything and everything you want to do to and with me.”

Lijah stilled. “Anything?”

“Didn’t I prove that last night?”

Last night? What— Oh God, yes, last night!

Lijah had deliberately prioritized his thoughts today and pushed any thoughts of last night with Callie to the back of his mind.
 

But, here and now with Callie, the memories of last night all came back to him. Her passion, her loss of control. And the ways in which he had touched and pleasured her.

His cock surged and throbbed at the thought of what her words now implied.

Sex had always been exactly that, as far as he was concerned. A way of release. Of siphoning off tension, for whatever reason. He always made a point of ensuring the woman’s pleasure too, but for him it was always only ever about that need for physical release.

Rough as he had been, he had still made love to Callie last night.
 

Touched her, pleasured her with an intimacy that required complete trust between two people.

He wanted that again.

At the same time as he feared it.

Intimacy with Callie was dangerous.

That sort of intimacy with anyone was dangerous, but most especially with Callie, when he already liked her so much.

As if sensing his doubts, Callie sat up to claim his lips with her own, a deep and satisfying kiss that left them both breathless when they finally pulled apart. “You can trust me, Lijah.”

Trust was even lower down Lijah’s list of emotions than intimacy. He had been let down too often in the past. By his father. His mother. His whole fucking family, who had stood by and done nothing to help a small bewildered and beaten boy.

As a man, he trusted Dair Grayson, Seth Armstrong, and all the other men and women working at Grayson Security. Maybe not with his fucked-up background, but in every other way. He had trusted Peter Morgan with that and more. Peter’s daughter was now asking him to trust her in the same way.

“Trust
me
, Lijah,” Callie repeated softly.

He gave a groan. How could he not trust her when he knew she had been willing to put her own life on the line, when he had taken longer than she had expected checking out her aunt and uncle’s house? Lijah had absolutely no doubt that Callie would have come into the house, gun blazing, if she had thought for one moment he was in danger.

But could he now put himself in her hands—literally? Allow someone else—Callie—physical domination over him?
 

“Yes.” He breathed the air softly out of his lungs as the last of his resistance died.

Callie pressed her hand against his chest and twisted round slightly, and Lijah suddenly found himself the one lying flat on his back on the bed with Callie above him. Her knees were planted either side of his thighs as she lowered her breasts onto his chest and kissed him again. Long and languidly, as if she could continue those kisses all night.

Kissing was another intimacy Lijah had always thought was overrated. He just wanted the brief in-and-out sexual connection, the satisfaction of a mutual release, before moving on.

Kissing and being kissed by Callie was a delicious addiction that grew wild and out of control as their arousal heightened, sharpened to pure unadulterated intimacy. An intimacy so intense it couldn’t continue.

Lijah drew his breath in sharply as Callie broke the kiss, but only so she could slide down his body, tongue licking one of the tight buds on his chest. Awakening an arousal, a pleasure he hadn’t realized was possible until Callie put her lips, tongue, and teeth on him.

“Jesus, Callie!” he groaned, hips arching up as she sucked that bud into her mouth, teeth gently biting, before she lavished the same attention on its twin. She released his hands to move lower still.

She mirrored his own exploration of her body the night before, the moistness of her tongue dipping into his navel, soft and wet and then hardened to thrust in like a spear, and sending pleasure sparking to his balls before shooting the length of his cock.

Callie was making love to him.

Lijah tensed as she slid lower, kneeling between his thighs now, her gaze holding his as she took his cock in her hand before lowering her head and taking him into the wet enclosing heat of her mouth.

It felt as if his cock was wrapped in hot wet velvet as her tongue began to lave and stroke the length of him, her fingers tightening about and pumping the inches she couldn’t get into her mouth, even when she took him right to the back of her throat.

Lijah moaned softly, hips arching up as her hand cupped beneath his balls and she began to squeeze and stroke them in the same rhythm as her mouth claimed him, humming her satisfaction as she greedily licked and swallowed down the juices leaking from his cock.

Lijah felt his pleasure rising, spiking, and knew he was on the brink of spilling completely if he didn’t put a stop to this soon.

Soon.

Very soon.

Right now, it just felt so damned good to be in Callie’s mouth, having her heat and tongue claiming him, sucking him. He just wanted to stay here all night, wallowing in that pleasure and intimacy.

Callie was under no illusions that tonight meant any more to Lijah than any of his other sexual encounters. Maybe it was a little more intense, but that was only to be expected after all they’d gone through together.

For her, everything about Lijah, everything that had happened from the moment the two of them first met, had been drawing her to this moment in time. To this intimacy. This trust. This love?

They had an intense connection physically, but Callie wasn’t sure yet whether or not it could be called love. For either of them. Too much had happened in too short a space of time, too many emotions, for her to be sure of anything at the moment. Except this. The two of them together. Giving and receiving pleasure.

Lijah’s pre-cum tasted so delicious, salty and yet sweet and spicy at the same time, and more satisfying than the most expensive or finest champagne.

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop now,” he warned hoarsely.

She eased the intensity of her sucking, her hand gently cupping his sac as she slowly released him before sitting up.

Lijah lay sprawled on his back, completely exposed and vulnerable as the moon bathed him in silver light, his cock glistening with his own juices and her saliva as it bobbed up long and thick against his abdomen.

Callie touched that rigid length. “So hard and wet for me,” she murmured appreciatively, curling her fingers about him to once again place her legs either side of his thighs. Her other hand was resting on his chest when she rose up to take him inside her.

The top of his cock was broad and fat against her labia as she lowered down onto it, pushing those swollen lips apart, widening her, stretching her as she slowly lowered onto him fully, one pleasurable inch at a time.

She felt full of him, totally impaled as the top of his cock touched the entrance to her womb, the walls of her channel clenching tightly around the invasion as she rose up slowly, carefully, until only the head of his cock remained inside her, before slowly lowering again to take every inch of him back inside her.

His hands moved up to cup her breasts, her back arching into those hands as his fingers and thumbs held her nipples captive and he began to roll and squeeze them. Pulling on them, tugging on them harder still as Callie groaned with each tightening pull.

Exquisite pleasure.

Mind-blowing, total pleasure. A pleasure so intense, Callie could feel the rapid approach of her climax rolling over and through her. “Lijah!”

“Ride me, Callie,” he encouraged gruffly. “Ride me hard.” He thrust up long and forcefully inside her. “Harder!” he said fiercely.

They were both breathing hard, the smell of sex filling the air as Callie met and matched each of those faster, harder thrusts. Her climax was building, increasing, with each powerful claiming, her nipples hurting with pleasure pain now as Lijah pinched and rolled them between fingers and thumbs, milking them in long hard pulls that finally sent her careering over the edge into a long excruciating climax.

Lijah drew in a hissing breath as the walls of Callie’s channel tightened and then squeezed about his cock in fierce spasms as she began to climax. The force of that orgasm caused his balls to tighten as his own release shot up his cock, and he began to pump inside her in fierce hot jets.

“I’m on the pill,” Callie assured him as she lay on the dampness of his chest, Lijah still buried deep inside her. “Just in case you were worried.”

Lijah hadn’t been. He still wasn’t.

Which was totally irresponsible of him.

Irresponsible? It was fucking insane.

The last thing he wanted—that either of them wanted—was for Callie to become pregnant.

And yet he hadn’t given contraception a single thought, not when he first entered her nor when he continued to thrust up inside her and then poured all that hot cum into her.

Some of it was leaking out now past his slowly softening cock, sticky and viscous against Callie’s thighs. But even more of it remained inside her. He should disengage and ease her off him before going to the bathroom to collect a damp cloth and clean them both up.

He should. He was just too satiated and comfortable to want to move just yet.

He tensed as the cell phone on the bedside table buzzed twice and then rang off again.

Which was either Rory’s or Jonas’s way of telling him feeling satiated and comfortable wasn’t in his immediate future.

“What on earth…?” Callie raised her head to look up at him uncertainly. “It’s two o’clock in the morning!”

Yes, it was, and those two buzzes were an amber warning for the men who worked at Grayson Security that something was wrong.

He tensed again as the cell tone buzzed twice more and then rang off again.

Red warning.

Lijah reached out and pressed redial, knowing that the phone on the other end would vibrate—twice—rather than buzz or ring. Letting the other men know he had received the message but at the same time not alerting the enemy to the fact they were on to them.

The enemy in this case being Richard Stockton?

They definitely hadn’t been followed when they left the White House earlier, but that didn’t mean the other man hadn’t managed to learn of their whereabouts since then. Lijah had been outed tonight as being the Marquess of Stanford. How hard would it be to learn that the marquess was staying at Lucien Wynter’s house?

Those two phone calls were certainly an alert that security had been breached. In the circumstances, it was too much of a coincidence for it not to have something to do with the other man.

“Lijah…?” Callie half protested as he lifted her off him none too gently before rolling to the edge of the bed and getting quickly to his feet. “Lijah, what did those two phone calls mean?” She came more fully awake as he hastily pulled on a T-shirt, jeans, and shoes before crossing the room to look out the window through narrowed lids.

His expression was one of grim intensity as he stared out into the garden. “Don’t turn on any lights, stay away from the window, and lock the bedroom door behind me when I leave. Don’t open it again for anyone but me.”

Her eyes widened in alarm. “He’s here, isn’t he?”

“Maybe,” Lijah allowed as he turned back into the bedroom. “Something certainly has Rory and Jonas spooked,” he added abruptly.

Callie began to shake. “Do you think Richard Stockton had someone follow us earlier?”

He shook his head. “Duncan would have noticed. I would have noticed.” He crossed the room to reach down and grasp her chin, forcing her to look up into his face. “Remember what I said, Callie.” His jaw clenched. “You do as you’re fucking well told this time and stay put!”

She winced at his intensity. “But—”

“I don’t care if World War III breaks out down there, you will stay exactly where you are! Do you understand?” His fingers tightened painfully on her chin in emphasis.

“What if—” Tears welled up in Callie’s eyes as she gave a shake of her head. “What if you don’t come back?”

Lijah gave a hard and humorless smile. “Then one of the others will come get you. I need your word on this, Callie,” he insisted harshly as his phone gave two more buzzes.