Wolf's Soul (20 page)

“No.”

A minute later, Marisol regretted going inside the pharmacy. It was bad enough that the cashier glared at her and other shoppers avoided standing near her as if she was a plague, but when Callum tossed six boxes of Trojans condom beside the Chapstick she put on the counter, she felt like melting from embarrassment. When she glared at Callum, he just raised his brows and said what.

She stuffed her plastic bag in her backpack, shaking her head. “That was humiliating.”

“Does it embarrass you when you buy Tampons? Buying condoms is the same as buying ladies sanitary napkins.”

“Oh, and you"ve done that?”

Callum ignored her question, which really irked her. Had he shopped for napkins before? If yes, for whom? His ex-fiancée maybe?

“Stop torturing yourself with nonsense.”

“Hey, for your information, when I think, I think about important stuff. And not nonsense.”

“Good.”

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Marisol followed Callum to a motorcycle shop. The bikes on display resembled the one that Callum hid in her dad"s garage. She watched him talk to the man he called Carl. They shook hands. Carl gave Callum a loud smack on his back that would topple an ordinary man. Lord, Carl must have been seven feet tall. His hands were big, his feet looked as long as her thighs, and well, everything about him was big. Despite his height and size, he moved gracefully. Aura and major power oozed from the man. Carl"s almost ghostly eyes pierced her. He looked at her as if he could see all the way to her bones. She quickly erased the freaky thought and smiled when Callum introduce her to him. Carl, to her surprised, smiled shyly, blushed, combed his hair with his long fingers and then he scowled again.

Marisol opened her mouth to inquire about the motorcycles, but Callum anchored his arm around her shoulder and pulled her tight beside him. Odd, that.

Another man came. He too gave her a you-do-not-belong-here look. He scowled. She smiled. He blushed. Interesting, she thought.

“Thanks Carl. I"ll come by to look at the bike later. Let"s go, Marisol.”

“Callum, I have a feeling I am not welcome here,” she whispered as soon as they were out of earshot. Although she suspected they could still hear her.

“What made you think that?”

“The scowl.”

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“They scowl because you"re not a Shape-shifter. Besides, you"re not supposed to be here.”

Marisol stopped on her tracks. “Then why did you bring me here?” God, she wanted to remove her shoe and throw it at the back of his head.

Callum didn"t answer. And he stopped walking, too.

A beautiful woman came to stand in front of him. Dang, she made Marisol feel bland. She wondered what kind of shampoo she used to have such shiny and healthy looking hair. And look at her skin—milky white, no blemish. This woman"s body was clothed in leather tank top and short skimpy leather skirt that put Angelina Jolie"s boobylishious shape to shame.

“Callum, darling. I knew you"d be here.”

“Hi, Viola.”

Watching the two, Marisol could tell they weren"t just friends. They"d been beneath one sheet, shared the same bed, and pillow. They knew each other intimately. The woman"s next move proved her right. She took a couple more steps until she was toe to toe with Callum then leaned in for a kiss. She did it with familiarity and ease. Callum didn"t try to avoid the kiss. He just stood there but he did smile.

If she knew how to get out of this underground city, she"d leave right now.

She hated what she was seeing and what she was feeling. Her chest hurt so badly 214

as if someone clamped it with a viselike grip. The kiss shouldn"t affect her but it did.

I’m stupid.

“Hmmm…you always taste good. Happy to see me?”

“Viola, you"re looking good.”

“I wish you"d prove that I am pleasing to look at, Callum. It has been a long time.”

“What are you doing here?”

“You haven"t been in Seattle in a while so I thought to come here. Glad I did.

Will you come back with me to Seattle"s Best?”

“I have business to do here, Viola.”

Marisol listened. Who was this woman to Callum? Is she the one who needed the sanitary napkins?

“Viola, this is Marisol. Mark"s daughter.”

“Ah, that"s why I smell something…not quite right. Marisol, you"re brave to come down here but then, you"re with Callum.” Viola wrapped her arm around Callum. “Understandable since my fiancé has a habit of taking hapless humans under his wing.”

Fiancé? He said… Another lie. Damn it, she wanted to kick Callum"s ass.

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referring to my Dad as a hapless human—” Marisol didn"t get a chance to finish her sentence. Viola had already turned her attention back to Callum.

“You know where to find me, Callum. I"ll wait. Nice meeting you human.”

With a smile that annoyed Marisol, Viola walked away.

“Don"t let me stop you from going with her. You said this is a safe place. I"ll be fine here. Just tell me where I am staying and I"ll find it.”

“Marisol, she"s—”

“Hey, there"s no need to explain. You know why? Because I don"t care about your lovelife, what you do or whom you hang out with. Just take me to my room and go back to Seattle or wherever. You probably have dens everywhere littered with puppies. What are you grinning about?”

“If I leave you"re coming with me.”

“No I am not.”

Callum shook his head. His gaze roamed around her face then centered on her lips. “What ruffled your feathers?”

“I"m not ruffled at all. Just annoyed to find myself in a den of wolves who want my sword.”

One bed, one bathroom. A studio apartment. Perfect for a bachelor.

“Food will be here soon. Do you mind if I take a shower?”

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Callum took his shirt off and threw it on the nearby chair. When he began unbuttoning his pants, Marisol turned to inspect the crystal wolf that served as a bookend on the shelf. “Of course not. This is your room. I want to shower, too.

Care to tell me where my room is?”

“You"re in it.”

“Don"t push me, Callum. I am not in the mood. Where will I sleep?”

“See that bed? That"s where you and I will sleep.”

“I don"t think so.”

“If you"re in a
tizzy
because of Viola, you"re just wasting your energy.”

“Oh! I told you I"m annoyed about being here. Not because of Viola. Why would I be upset because of her?”

“You"re jealous because of what she told you.”

“That"s the most arrogant and stupid opinion I"ve ever heard. Just because we had sex doesn"t mean I"ve gone soft and fell in love with you. I"m not jealous and I don"t care if you two swap saliva or bodily fluids.”

Callum had the audacity to laugh. She punched him in the stomach. As soon as her fist connected to his stomach, he grabbed her hand and pulled her against him. “She"s nothing to me.”

“I don"t give a shit.”

“I"d like it if you did.”

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“Why?”

Callum shrugged his shoulder. “You did great today. You rode my bike without your arms squeezing the breath out of me. Instead, you used your thighs to keep from falling. And the way you fired my guns—a pro. I"m so proud of you.”

“Thanks. Well,” she pulled her hand and grabbed her backpack. “Since you won"t show me where my room is, I"ll take yours instead. I am sure you"ll have another place to shower. Excuse me.” She tried to walk around him. “After all the shooting we did, I need a long shower.”

Callum didn"t let her pass. He blocked the bathroom door (it was an easy thing to do since he was almost as tall and wide as the door.) “Such a brat.” He cupped her face with his hands then captured her mouth with his before Marisol could say anything.

The moment their lips touched, her anger flew out of the room. Marisol dropped her bag on the floor and ran her fingers through his thick hair. “You"re taking too much liberty of kissing me.”

“No, I"m just taking what"s mine.”

“Why would Viola say that she"s you"re fiancée?”

“Because that"s what she wants.”

Callum let go of her to run the shower. “We share this bathroom, too, baby.”

He said with a grin then began stripping her clothes. The anticipation of what was 218

to come nearly killed her. The wait was well worth it especially when she stood under the hot shower while Callum ran the bar of soap on her back.

Her skin puckered when Callum nipped her shoulder. “I could do this for eternity.”

“That"s a long time of soaping my back.”

“Not just your back, love. Here, too.” His hands glided to her breasts and began massaging them. “And here.”

Marisol moaned when Callum ran the soap back and forth in between her legs. He was seducing her and she loved every minute of it. “I"d be sparkling clean when you"re done.”

Callum chuckled. “Turn around.”

She did. Callum adjusted the showerhead so the water sprayed on her chest.

Once the soap on her breasts was gone he began sucking her nipples.

“Hmmm…perfect.”

“Callum,” she gripped his hair and watched his mouth suckle her. The image was so erotic that her pussy turned even hotter.

Callum didn"t stop his ministrations on her breasts. He continued going down until he was directly in front on her pubic mound. “Spread your legs, love. I want to taste you again.”

Biting her lower lip, Marisol moved her left foot to the side.

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Callum took her hand. “Now open your pussy lips for me.”

Marisol knew what he meant. Using her fingers, she spread herself.

“Callum.”

“Fuck, you"re beautiful.” And he laved her like a cat licking its paw. Over and over, he ran the flat of his tongue on her pussy.

“Callum, please. I want, I want…”

“You want to come, baby?”

“Yes.”

Callum stood up and opened the shower"s glass door. He wrapped his arms around her hips, picked her up and took her back to the bedroom where he tossed her on the bed. “Now my love. You"ll come.”

He didn"t waste any time. Callum quickly positioned himself in between her legs and ate her pussy. “Oh god, Callum. I"m going to die. Oh…oh…”

His mouth left her pussy so he could finger fuck her. “Yeah, baby. Come on.

Let it go. Just let it go.”

Marisol watched Callum. His eyes were of deep shade of blue. “Come to me, Callum. I want you inside me.”

“I will, baby. Right now, I want you to come in my mouth.” He cupped her butt cheeks and again, sucked her clit. This time he didn"t stop.

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Marisol moved her hips. Thrusting her pussy toward Callum"s mouth. Sharp claws of pleasure wracked her body as wave after wave of orgasm rippled all over her. She was still catching her breath when Callum shifted his position. He stood at the foot of the bed, pulled her legs and flipped her on her belly. “Callum?”

“Hang on, babe. I have to protect you.”

Marisol heard a ripping sound. Seconds later, Callum wrapped his hands on her hips and pulled her gently towards him then raised her ass higher. The position was so indecent and erotic. He pointed the tip of his cock at her entry.

“Baby, I"ll fuck you deep and hard.” And he penetrated her.

Marisol cried from the sheer pleasure of having his dick buried inside her.

She felt the beginning of another orgasm. Feeling Callum"s balls slap her clit heightened her excitement. With each thrust he gave her, she met him by pushing her ass back. The tips of her nipples barely touching the sheet tickled her.

“Oh yeah, baby. You"re good. Move your ass. Just like that. Yess…fuck.”

Callum thrust faster and harder. “Marisol!”

His body heat course down the entire length of her, but it was his shout of joy that touched her heart.