The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 404

Then, only once I was shivering with the edge of an orgasm that begged to be released, did he move. He slid my panties off, then stood. I cracked my eyes open to see him quietly shucking off his boxers, and I flushed even deeper at the size of him. Large, thick, veiny and already swollen.

“I’ll admit,” he said, slowly lowering himself to his knees between my thighs so that his cock teased my entrance but just barely, “I probably won’t be able to last long, anyway.”

I dragged my lower lip through my teeth and propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he gripped the head of his cock and trailed it across my folds. The skin turned glistening with the mixture of our fluids.

He looked at me one more time. “You’re sure?”

I bucked my hips a little and nodded.

He swept into me smoothly and with deliberate slowness, inch by inch, letting me adjust all the way. It hurt, but not badly. I was already open and ready, and inside, the muscles contracted but quickly relaxed.

Once he was fully seated, he lowered himself above me so that he was caging me against the blankets again, then paused and brushed the hair from my eyes. I felt full to the brim, like I might burst, but in the best way possible.

“I love you, Liora,” he whispered. His lips peppered kisses across my cheekbones, my jaw, my nose and finally my mouth. “I love you. Only you. I hope you know that.”

“I know.”

I dug my nails into his back and drew him closer. I didn’t repeat the words. Maybe I didn’t need to. But I felt them, just as deep within me as he was now, and as we began to move together, slow and steady and in perfect tandem, I knew that this was what I’d wanted all along.

This. Him. Us.

Just like the Moon Goddess intended from the very beginning. Like the universe was knitting itself back together again.

For a brief minute as we moved together in the fading candlelight with only the glow of the projector to illuminate our skin, I felt her bristle inside me again. My wolf, growing stronger and bolder with each delicious thrust of Callum inside of me.

My muscles contracted desperately as my peak returned. Our thrusts grew faster, frenzied. I sat up in his arms, hooking my legs around his waist, and twisted my hips against his until his eyes were half-lidded and his lips were parted.

Each dip of his cock into me made my neck tilt further to the side as a low voice murmured in the back of my mind, “Yes. We want this. Need this. Mark him—let him mark you.”

But with that feeling came guilt, too. Because now, more than ever, I wished I could tell him the truth about who I really was. But I couldn’t for reasons I still didn’t understand, and a small part of me couldn’t help but wonder if waiting too much longer would ruin everything.

Callum returned and knelt again, helping me clean up. After, I was in the midst of slipping my panties back on when his phone began to buzz on the floor beside us.

He picked it up and groaned when he saw the caller ID. I saw the word “Father” pop up on the screen.

“I have to take this,” he said, standing. “But I’ll be right back. I promise.”

I nodded and watched him quickly throw on his pants and shirt, then he slipped out of the room.

Once I was alone, I flopped back onto the blanket, still half-nude, and stared at the ceiling.

I really did need to tell him the truth.