Page 43 of Bitten By Desire (Crooked Point #1)

Tuesday

“We’re in the middle of a conversation, Callum.”

“Now. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The way he said it made me press my thighs together. “Does this mean you’ll let Bennett keep the pocket watch?”

“I want something in return.”

“But I already made the deal with Bennett…”

“Not from Bennett. And I think you’ve said his name enough for one night, don’t you?” He took a step forward, closing the distance between us.

“He’s trying to be a good person. Just like you focused for years on being better. I don’t understand why you hate him so much.”

“Because he touched what’s mine.” Callum lightly touched the bottom of my chin so that I’d stare into his golden eyes. “And now I’m going to erase those memories you have of him from existence.”

He wanted my body in exchange for the deal? I really liked the sound of that.

“Why does everything I own look better on you?” He looked down at his dress shirt that I was still wearing.

I felt my cheeks flush.

His fingers trailed down my neck to the collar of the dress shirt. He slowly undid the buttons one by one .

I swear his eyes grew just a fraction of an inch darker.

Callum pushed the shirt off my shoulders. And then slid my other shirt up my waist, exposing my stomach and then my bra. I lifted my arms so he could pull my shirt the rest of the way off.

He reached behind me and unclasped my bra. He pulled down between the cups, exposing the rest of me to him. He’d already ripped my leggings and thong earlier. The bra fell to the ground and I was standing there naked in the middle of his bedroom. Even though he was still fully clothed.

I reached out to push off his shirt. I thought he might protest, but he just stared at me as my fingers wandered up his six-pack. He grabbed his shirt by the nape of the neck and pulled it the rest of the way off.

“Touch him again like this, and I’ll burn his bank to the ground.”

My fingers stopped on his chest. I pressed my hand to the center of it.

I could feel his heart beating. Slow and steady.

For a while there, I’d thought Callum was heartless.

From the words that just fell out of his mouth, I may have continued to think that.

But I could feel his heart beating. And he wasn’t heartless.

He was jealous. “I never touched him like this.”

Callum’s eyebrows lowered even more as he stared down at me.

Callum had waited ten years for me. I’d had a handful of boyfriends that didn’t compare and a few awful dates.

I hadn’t waited for him. But I wish I had.

I could tell him this one thing though… “We didn’t have sex.

It was just second and third base stuff.

And just twice.” I pressed my lips together as I thought about it.

“And it wa s always him doing it. Not me.” Wow, had I really never reciprocated it?

His eyes fell to my lips. “Hm.”

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “I’m sorry, Callum. I really am. But you were pretending to be someone else and…” I stopped talking as he slowly trailed his thumb along my lower lip.

“Remember when we first met?” he asked.

“Every second of it.” My heart started racing faster.

“I remember how greedy your mouth was. Desperate for my cock.”

I could never forget. He’d put his thumb against my lips and I sucked it. I looked down at his thumb right now. My tongue darted out and licked it.

He groaned. “I think it’s time you finally had a taste. Don’t you?”

I went to get on my knees, but he caught my wrist. “After I erase him from your memory.” He stepped forward, making me fall back against his mattress. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my stomach.

Before I got a chance to tangle my fingers in his hair, he got down on his knees instead. I pushed myself up so I could look down at him. He placed another kiss on my stomach as he pulled me to the end of the mattress.

And it was somehow more intimate than anything else we’d done. Just one gentle kiss on my exposed skin and I was melting.

He sat back and unzipped one of my boots. He slowly pulled it off. And then my sock.

The simplest thing, and I was already soaked. But it felt like he was taking care of me. And I’d never felt that way around a guy before .

He lifted my bare foot and placed a gentle kiss along my instep. His eyes grew darker again. And I held my breath as he kissed the inside of my ankle.

“Did he kiss you here?” he asked, his voice low.

“No.”

“Here?” He left a trail of kisses up my shin and inside my knee.

I swallowed hard. “No.”

He kissed my inner thigh and I moaned.

“Here?” It was barely a whisper.

“No.”

He had almost reached where I was desperate for him when he sat back on his heels again.

What the hell?

He grabbed my other foot and kissed the instep, repeating what he’d just done on the other side.

“Callum,” I moaned.

He kissed the inside of my knee. “We already talked about the first time he touched you. On the Ferris wheel. When you came with your eyes locked on mine.”

I definitely hadn’t forgotten about that.

“I already fingered you on my desk to wipe that memory away. Don’t you remember spreading your legs for me during your interview?” He kissed right above my knee as his eyes met mine.

“Yes.”

“Tell me about the second time.”

“It was at the bank,” I said. “The day after my interview.”

His kiss was a little harder on my inner thigh.

“I was mad at you.” I shook my head. “I was mad at myself. I felt guilty for losing control with you. ”

“So you let him touch you again even though your body already knew who you wanted.”

That was one way to put it. My body had always gravitated to Callum. There was a reason why he’d been able to seduce me so easily ten years ago. There was a reason why I let him touch me on his desk. There was a reason why I was here right now.

“His fingers or his tongue?” Callum kissed the rest of the way up my leg, stopping at the top of my thigh. His cold breath against my wetness made me shiver.

“It was his mouth that time.”

“And did you think about me then too when you came?”

I tried to shift closer to his face.

He grabbed the tops of my thighs to lock me in place. “Answer me, Emma. Were you picturing me deep inside of you ten years ago when his mouth was on you? Or maybe you were picturing my fingers, fucking you during your interview.”

“Yes. I always picture you.” I tried not to. For years I tried to squash the fantasy of him from my head. But it was his golden eyes I always saw when I came. Whether it was with another man or a toy. I always saw him. Even when it was Titan staring back at me instead.

“You’re so wet, baby.”

“Please,” I moaned.

“I’ve fucked you with my cock and my fingers. But never my tongue. How have I never fucked you with my tongue?” He lowered his lips closer, but still didn’t touch me. “But this scent drives me even crazier than the smell of your blood. You wet and waiting for me.”

I moaned again.

“So intoxicating. I have a confession. ”

I couldn’t even think straight.

“After you came on my desk and stormed out? I licked my fingers.”

Jesus.

“It’s not just the smell I’m addicted to. I love the taste too.” He placed a gentle kiss against my wetness.

My head fell back.

“Time to erase every other man from your memory, don’t you think?” He pushed my thighs farther apart and placed one slow stroke against my wetness. He groaned.

I thought he’d keep going slow.

But when he finally gave in, he completely lost control. He shoved his tongue deep inside of me.

And there was nothing in my mind other than him as his tongue swirled around my wetness. He moved his tongue to my clit for just a moment before I started squirming. God, he’d only been licking me for a few seconds but I was already so close…

He wrapped his hands behind my thighs and pulled me even closer, keeping me firmly in place as he feasted on me.

I was never going to get enough of this. I was never going to get enough of him. He was devouring me like he truly did love it. Like he loved the taste more than blood. Like he loved me . And my heart was so full that I was pretty sure I felt tears on my cheeks.

He groaned with his mouth pressed against me and I came on his tongue. He lapped up all my juices before his hands eased their grip on my thighs.

And then suddenly he was on top of me. “Hey.” He cradled my face in his hands. “Did I hurt you?”

“What? No. I just…I’m so overwhelmed. ”

His eyes searched mine.

“I’m happy. So blissfully happy.”

He wiped his thumbs under my eyes to remove my tears. “I thought I hurt you.”

I shook my head.

The smile slowly returned to his face. “I’m guessing you didn’t cry when Bennett went down on you.”

I laughed. “No. Just you.”

“Just me.”

“And now it’s my turn.” I reached out to undo the button on his pants, but my hand paused.

I stared at the scar that showed a few inches above his hipbone and disappeared beneath his pants.

We’d always had sex in the spur of the moment.

I’d never seen him completely naked. How far did that scar go? “What caused that?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He climbed off the bed and looked around for his shirt.

I pushed myself off the bed too and grabbed his shirt before he did. “Callum, what happened? How did you get that scar?”

He didn’t respond. He just stared at me.

His eyes suddenly looked so sad. I reached out again and this time he didn’t stop me from unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

The scar trailed down his abdomen. I pushed his boxers down.

Lower. The scar ran from his stomach to his upper thigh.

I traced the line with my index finger and looked back up at him.

But I was equally distracted by his hard cock standing at attention.

I got down on my knees. He’d just kissed my stomach. I looked up at him and kissed the top of the scar. “What happened?”

He didn’t respond .

“Tell me.”

He still didn’t say anything.

So I placed my lips around his cock instead.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I swirled my tongue around his tip, hoping he’d fill the silence. But he didn’t. So I took him all the way to the back of my throat.

He put his fist in my hair and started guiding my pace.

I ran my fingers down his scar.

He cursed under his breath and stepped back.

“Callum, what’s wrong?”

He pulled his pants back up and zipped them.

What was he doing? “Callum…”

“It’s how I died, Emma.”

It felt like my heart stopped beating. How he died.

Not truly died. He was standing right here with me.

But how he’d stopped being mortal. How he’d changed.

I stared at the top of the scar that was visible near his hip.

It looked painful. Brutal. What had caused it?

How had it happened? I wanted to know everything, even though it looked like he didn’t want to talk about it. “How did it happen?” I asked.

“I don’t want to relive it.” He turned away from me and grabbed the shirt I’d been wearing off the ground and tried to hand it to me.

No, he wasn’t getting out of this that easily. If we were going to be together that meant knowing the good and the bad. “Tell me the story. And then I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

He just stared at me.

“Or…I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you .” I glanced down at his erection that was still pressed against his pants. And then I looked back up into his golden eyes.

He lowered his eyebrows as I crawled back over to him.