With Everything I Am (21 page)

He ignored her reaction and the fact that she didn’t express her gratitude as she had to Ryon,
three times
when
he’d
displayed
his
thoughtfulness, and turned to pour his whisky.

She threw her mail on the counter and stomped from the room.

He listened to her crashing around upstairs as he turned his hips to the counter, sipped his whisky and practiced controlled breathing.

This didn’t help.

Some time later, he put his empty glass on the counter, switched off the light and followed her up the stairs.

He found her in her bedroom wearing a silvery-gray knit nightgown with a thin edge of white lace at the bodice and hem. The nightgown hugged her curves and came down to her knees. Her face was cleaned of makeup and she was throwing back the covers on the bed.

“Sonia, it’s time for your injection,” he told her.

“Yes, it was. That’s why I gave it to myself,” she retorted, climbing on the bed and seating herself with her shoulders against the headboard.

At this news Callum’s body went still as his anger escalated exponentially.

“I’m sorry?” he asked quietly.

She nabbed a tube from her nightstand. Not looking at him, she squirted lotion into her hand, bent forward and started to massage it into her foot.

“I gave it to myself,” she repeated.

The only thing from the cabin she packed was her medication. She didn’t need anything else, his people would see to the dirty laundry and food. And, as they’d be returning, hopefully soon, it would be good that she had clothes and toiletries there. In fact, he’d order her to stock what she needed so they could return there at his whim.

He came into the room and stopped at the foot of her bed.

“I thought I explained I’d be giving you your injections.”

She shifted her attention to her other foot but not to him. “You did.”

“Sonia, look at me,” he demanded.

She slammed the tube of lotion down on her nightstand and then turned to face him. Or, more accurately, glare at him.

“I’ll not tolerate another defiance like that again,” he stated.

Her head tilted to the side. “You won’t? Well then…” she leaned forward and snapped, “
good
. Because you won’t be defied because you won’t be
around
.”

He felt his muscles grow taut as his control on his temper started slipping.

“Perhaps you’d like to explain that,” he invited in a way that said, very clearly, she wouldn’t.

Recklessly, she did it anyway.

“After today, I’ve decided I don’t want to be your queen. After today, I’ve decided I don’t want
anything
to do with
you
. Not,” she stated boldly, “your people, who all seem very nice, except that crazy woman who was, sadly, though you didn’t seem to notice it, not well at all. But
you
. I don’t want anything to do with
you
.”

“Little one,” he advised softly as he moved to the side of the bed, “I’d stop talking now.”

“You would? Well, of course you would, since all day you’ve been saying
a lot
but not much of it
good
. However, since I haven’t been allowed to talk nearly
all day
, I’ve got a lot of words left in my stockpile.”

He stopped beside the bed and watched her nab a tub, open it and start to rub moisturizer in her face.

And he watched her do this as he sought patience.

Finally, he explained, “As Ryon told you, you weren’t allowed to speak in the throne room. You
didn’t
speak of your own accord the rest of the day. I thought you were quiet because you were letting things sink in.”

She slapped the tub down and looked up to him. “I wasn’t. I had no idea what was going on! No one told me anything. Including the fact I could speak, which, I will note, you didn’t even notice I didn’t!”

“Sonia –”

“However,” she broke in, “the fact that I
can’t
for any length of time is… is…
medieval!
And that you made me sit in your lap during that… that… whatever-it-was, was…” She paused and cried, “I don’t even know what it was!”

“What it was, was the way of my people,” he told her.

“What it was, was
your
way because
you
are king,” she shot back, grabbing another tube. “Which brings us back to my earlier point that I’m done with this queen business. Done. You can go now,” she finished, dismissing him.

Dismissing
him
.

Callum lost what hold he had on his patience at the same time he lost his temper.

She’d opened the tube and started to squirt it in her palm when Callum tore it from her hand and tossed it on her nightstand. It skidded through all of the other tubes, bottles and tubs sitting there, leaking lotion the entire way and she glared at the mess.

He leaned down, grabbed her ankles and hauled her down the bed.

“What are you –?”

He then entered the bed and settled his weight on top of her.

“Get off me,” she demanded, shoving at his shoulders and writhing underneath him.

“Sonia, look at me.”

“Get off!”

“
Look at me, goddamn it!
” he roared, she stilled and glared at him. “You want instruction, I’ll give it to you but you fucking look at me when I’m speaking to you and you better fucking pay attention.”

“You have my attention, King Callum,” she retorted sarcastically and he sucked in breath at her tone.

Then he spoke. “Do not disrespect me even in private,” he said evenly, calmly, her eyes narrowed but she snapped her mouth shut. “Good thinking,” he approved tersely and went on. “I, obviously, should have explained this more clearly earlier but I didn’t. Now I am. The queen’s duty is to support her king. You stand by my side or sit in my lap, however I want it, and you listen, you learn and then, after I perform
my
duties, which can often be not so much fucking fun, you’re available for me.”

“Available for you?” she asked angrily.

“Available for me,” he repeated.

“And what does that mean?”

“It means whatever the fuck I want it to mean.”

She stared at him, he watched realization dawn then she rolled her eyes to the headboard and muttered, “I was right… medieval.”

“Sonia –”

Her eyes rolled back to his and she stated tartly, “Get off me Callum. You didn’t give me a choice but I choose no. This is the twenty-first century and
my
culture doesn’t tell women to be silent nor do men make women sit in their laps during official proceedings.”

“My culture does,” he returned. “And I
did
give you the choice and you jumped at it, I’ll remind you, pretty fucking gleefully. While you sat connected to me, I asked you if you were mine. You didn’t fucking hesitate saying yes. Then, the minute you reared into my cock when you were on your knees with my chain around your waist, you embraced my culture and there’s no going back now.”

Her eyes grew wide in horror before she snapped, “That’s crazy!”

“That may be but you did it. After twenty years of dreaming of me and not having me you were obviously gagging for it and the minute you got your chance you fucking jumped at it. Or more to the point, opened your legs for it, rode it and fucking
ground into it
, moaning the whole goddamned time.”

Her head jerked and her voice lowered, sounding hurt but Callum was too angry to notice. “Please tell me you didn’t just say that.”

“I did because
you
did,” he returned. “And I know you’ll do it again.”

Her wide eyes widened further and her body froze beneath his.

“Callum –”

He dipped his face closer to hers and his tone was deadly when he asked, “You want to know why I know that, little one?”

“Callum –”

“Because you’re not going anywhere. I’m fucking well not going anywhere. Right now, you’re going to perform your queenly duties by letting me use that sweet little body of yours to deal with my day and you’re going to love, every…
fucking…
 
minute of it.”

She opened her mouth to speak.

Or yell.

But Callum got there first.

Sliding a hand in her hair and fisting it, he held her head steady and he kissed her, rough and hard, his tongue invading and seizing.

She fought him the entire time.

Making furious noises in her throat, she bucked under him, pushed at him, and, when that didn’t work, she scratched him.

He felt her nails ripping through his shirt, piercing his skin. He tore his mouth away from hers at the pain and she took advantage. Rolling him slightly away from her, she slid out from under him and nearly got to her feet when he tagged her at the waist and tossed her back to the bed.

She grunted with frustrated rage and renewed her attack and Callum found, to his utter delight, she was a vicious and cunning little fighter who’d not only rival, but best any she-wolf of his experience.

So as not to harm her using his full strength with which he could break her in two, he wasn’t able to subdue her. Their rough play continued and he enjoyed every fucking second of it.

Their breathing escalated and he noticed her struggles diminish. Her pushing had turned to touching. She’d started biting him and, in doing so, used her tongue liberally. And he could feel her gliding her nose along his neck, taking in the scent of him, an odd thing for a human to do but it aroused him greatly.

She didn’t even notice when she stopped fighting him and started struggling to get his clothes off his body.

But Callum noticed.

He decided in that instant to allow her defiance. Hell, he’d even incite it if this was to be his reward.

They were naked and she was as she was that morning, all over him with her hands, mouth and tongue, touching, tasting, licking, rubbing herself against him as if she couldn’t get enough fast enough. Callum couldn’t believe his good fortune that destiny chose a greedy little human in heat to be his queen.

She was fucking perfect.

But it was time he had his fill.

He rolled her to her back and used his hands, mouth and tongue on her, all over her and she was greedy for that too. Arching against him, her hands coaxing and demanding, her nails scraping or diving into his hair to hold him to her.

When Callum’s mouth was at her belly, Sonia spread her legs and Callum accepted her sweet invitation. He settled between them, ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, cocking them and then throwing her calves over his shoulders.

Finally, she was right there.

The scent of her was unbelievable. He’d wanted to taste her since he’d smelled it that first night when he’d rescued her from her kidnappers.

He lowered his mouth to her and she was just as sweet as her scent promised.

The minute his mouth touched her, she went completely still a moment before he heard the low, sexy whimper escape the back of her throat. Then she jerked her hips up, clearly always greedy his Sonia, demanding more.

He smiled against her and gave it to her.

As he worked her with his mouth, her movements became more agitated and her whimpers came faster through her panting until he pulled away.

When he did, she cried desperately, “No!”

He moved over her and rolled them so he was on his back.

“You stopped,” she accused, squirming on top of him.

He grinned at her and lifted his head to bury his face in her neck.

He ran his tongue up its length to her ear and his body absorbed her shiver before he said there, “I’m not done eating you, baby doll. But you took all of me this morning. I’m curious to know what you can do with your mouth.”

He heard her breath catch as her face twisted to his and he saw, to his delight, she liked that idea.

“Do you know what I want?” he asked, she nodded and he murmured, “Then give it to me.”

She didn’t hesitate a moment. She moved, positioning herself over his head and his hands slid up her outer thighs, his fingers curling into her hips as she bent her body down the length of his.

The minute she wrapped her fingers around him, he lapped at her. When her tongue touched the tip of his hard cock, he pulled her hips down and gave her more. She learned swiftly that the more she pleased him, the more she was rewarded.

And she pleased him a good deal.

She was rocking her hips against his mouth, her fist around the base of his cock, her movements nearly frenzied, her moans vibrating against his shaft as her sweet, little mouth took him deep and he knew she was ready.

He slid away from her and turned on her. He had her ass in his hands and her back to the headboard before she had the chance to wrap her arms and legs around him.

When she did, he pressed the tip of his cock to her wet, tight entrance but stopped.

Her head tipped back and her lips parted in anticipation.

But he didn’t give it to her, as much as he wanted it himself.

They’d played, he’d won and now he wanted the spoils of victory.

“What do you want?” he demanded.

Her eyes opened halfway but she didn’t answer.

He placed his lips on hers. “Baby doll,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, pressing her hips into his and he pulled back.

Her mouth formed a disappointed “O” and her eyes closed.

He grinned against her lips.

Yes, she was absolutely, fucking perfect.

But he wasn’t quite done.

“Call me wolf,” he ordered and her eyes opened again, this time not halfway.

“Callum –”

He circled his hips and she bit her bottom lip before she strained to find him.

“Call me wolf,” he repeated gruffly, the feel of her, wet and open, waiting for him, was driving him mad.

“Callum –”

“Do it, little one.”
 

“Wolf,” she whispered.

“Say it all.”

She pressed her body closer, her face went into his neck and under his ear she begged softly, “Please, my wolf, I need you to fuck me.”

Sonia calling him wolf, begging him to fuck her, seemed to shatter his soul.

It also shattered his control.