Wolf's Soul (11 page)

Callum laughed. “Did I shock you?”

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“No.” Hell yes. The only time she"d seen a man"s penis was when she and Renee watched Papa John"s porn one night. Other than that, her personal experience about a man"s physical characteristics was zero. So yeah. He shocked her, but it was a good kind. In fact she wanted to see him naked again. “Damn brain, stop thinking about him naked,” she muttered.

“You know it"s not a good sign if someone talks to herself.”

Marisol scoffed. “With the kind of info that you dumped on me. I"m surprise I can still think straight. Talking out loud helps me sort out my thoughts.”

“Ah, that"s why you always talk to your wheel and pots.”

Marisol groaned. She remembered talking to him whenever he came by as a wolf. What did she tell him? Did she say something no one else knew about?

Secrets perhaps? “That"s downright wrong, you know. You listened to everything I said while you sat by the door looking like a tame puppy.”

“As I recall, you asked me to listen. Glad whenever I showed up so you could talk to me.”

“That"s because I didn"t know you could understand what I am saying. I know you"re a wolf but not
the
wolf kind I know.”

“Right you are. I"m a big badass wolf. Not a tame puppy.”

“I didn"t say you"re a puppy. I said you look like one.”

“Puppy my ass.”

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“Sheez, you"re sensitive.”

“Are you trying to shrink my self-esteem?”

Marisol laughed. “I think it would take a lot to do that.”

Callum walked inside the room again then stood beside her. His lithe body, Marisol noticed, emanated warmth and an aura of invisible power.

“Mark"s study.”

“Yes. Have you been in here before?”

“No. Only in his clinic.”

“When I was a little girl, I used to spend hours here watching him smoke his pipe. I don"t know how many times I fell asleep on that same couch waiting for him. It was a habit that turned into hours of talking about his job, my business, and the gossip we both heard. We shared so many memories here. I could still hear his voice, you know. When I come in here, I feel his presence. It helps ease the loneliness, the pain. Too bad Dad never mentioned anything about Mom"s past. Or the truth about me. He should have. I could have kept him company whenever he went somewhere. Maybe I could have saved him from that horrible Shape-shifter Atos. He would still be here and I wouldn"t miss him until it hurt.” Marisol"s vision became blurry from her unshed tears.

Callum place his hands on her shoulders forcing her to face him. And then his warm fingers curved under her chin. “And have both of you killed? Mark knew 114

better than that. He was preparing you, Marisol. Mentally and physically. He was waiting for the right time. Do you know that he never stopped talking about you?”

Marisol sniffed. “No.”

“Yup, Mark was so proud of his little girl he talked nonstop about your skill in pottery, your voice and guitar playing. About your incredible talent in remembering things. He said, anything you see, you remembered. You could read a book and memorize its contents. And you know what else?”

“What?”

“He told how beautiful you are. I couldn"t agree more.”

Marisol sniffed. “Parents always think their kids are the most beautiful kids in the world. You should see my baby pictures. I look like a ripe pumpkin.”

“I"m a stranger and I believe you"re beautiful. I bet Mark had a hard time telling the boys to go away. He even refused to introduce me to you.”

Marisol stared at him. As a wolf, he was handsome. As human, he could put X-Men"s Hugh Jackman to shame. The way he made her feel, without a doubt, she was deeply attracted to him. Who wouldn"t? Callum was one magnificent species.

“Maybe because you"re not handsome enough for me.”

“Maybe. But, babe, admit it. You are attracted to this face.”

“I"m not.”

“You are.”

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“How"d you know?”

“I"m a wolf, baby. I can smell your heat.”

“Maybe you"re handsome, but you are one big fat jerk.”

“I am everything, but a fat jerk.”

“You are. Not to mention bossy.”

“I"m not. You"re not just used to being told. Which reminds me, I want you to pack before you go to bed.”

“I will pack when I feel like it.”

Something flared in his eyes seconds before Callum lowered his head to capture her mouth with a kiss. Marisol"s heart jolted and her pulse pounded against her ribs.
Lord, oh lord.
Like a glass of wine, Callum"s kiss travelled from her throat to her chest and down to her belly. Hot delicious feeling in between her legs had her moaning.

Lifting his head a fraction away from her lips, Callum whispered, “Now you know what I"ll do to you if you refuse to obey me.”

“I will not follow hmpph.”

Callum growled low before covering her mouth with his again. This time, gripped her hips as he lifted her higher. Bodies aligned, she felt his arousal in between her legs. She should stop him. Instead, she wrapped her leg around his hips to feel more of him. She felt careless. The khaki skirt she wore rode up. She 116

didn"t dare look, but she knew her thong showed. When Callum cupped her ass and sat her on the desk, she anchored her other leg around his hips. With her legs spread apart, Callum"s hard cock pressed intimately against her throbbing pussy.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer for a deeper kiss.

In her twenty-three years of age, she"d never felt anything like this before. Not as hot, intimate, and wicked as this.

“Baby, you feel so good,” he breathed in her mouth before tracing her lips with his tongue.

“Ohh.”

Callum slowly penetrated her mouth with his tongue while he grounded his hips to press his erection harder against her heat. Through his jeans, she felt his hard and throbbing cock. When Callum tore his mouth from hers to trail kisses on her jaws and neck, she gripped his hair. She didn"t want him to stop.

Pain mixed with pleasure made her mewl like a cat as she felt Callum nip at her neck.

“Baby, you"re hot.” He trailed kisses on the column of her neck and down to the tops of her breasts as he leaned her back a little. Through her shirt, he sucked her hard nipple. “Hmm… lift your shirt, babe.”

Burning with unspent desire for the man she hardly knew, Marisol raised her shirt and surprised to find her bra unhooked. “You"re swift.”

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“You have no idea.”

A loud gasped escaped her mouth when she felt Callum"s hot mouth wrapped around her aching nipple. He suckled her as if sucking a lollipop. A hot ache grew in her throat and somewhere deep in her stomach. “Callum…God…”

His hand snaked down in between them and didn"t stop until he reached her throbbing pussy.

She felt her blood surge from her fingertips to the toes. “Oh god!” Her thong was no barrier to his invading fingers.

Callum moved the slip of a material to the side and touched her clit.

“Callum,” she whispered his name again.

“You"re wet.” And then he plunged his two fingers inside her while his thumb rotated her clit. “I love your scent. I want your scent all over me. I"ve wanted you for so long.”

Marisol"s mind reeled from the strong unfamiliar pleasure he was giving her.

Touching herself in the privacy of her room and in the middle of the night was different, her one and only ex-boyfriend made out with her, too, but not like this.

Way different from this. Callum"s hand was magical, touching a part of her that quickened her heartbeat. She panted from the inner excitement. Her body temperature rose to a higher degree. It felt wonderful, lustful.

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“So fucking wet.” He pulled her earlobe with his teeth. “I can feel you contract. Come baby. Come in my hand. Now.” His mouth captured her nipple again, sucked on it in time with his fingers thrusting motion.

Marisol moved her hips, meeting his thrusts. His fingers went deeper inside and a prick made her gasp.

Callum"s fingers stilled. His mouth released her nipple. He lifted his head and stared at her. He looked at her as if she just killed his uncle. “You"re a virgin.”

Heat that had nothing to do with sex burned her cheeks. “I…”

With urgency missing from his touch, Callum moved his fingers again as if testing his suspicion. “Fuck, babe.”

“What"s wrong with being a virgin?”

“Nothing. Except, except I could have hurt you. Real bad. Did I?”

“No.”

While he stared at her, he pulled his fingers slowly before lowering Marisol"s legs. As soon as she scooted off the table, Callum smacked both palms on it. “Why didn"t you tell me?”

“Didn"t think it necessary.”

“I could have hurt you.”

“Yes, you already said that. But isn"t breaking my hymen part of sex? I heard the pain is just a prick. And once it is done, pleasure—”

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“Stop!” Callum placed his hand on the side of her face. “You"re killing me.

Fuck, baby. How did you manage to stay a virgin?”

“You"ve met my dad. He was overprotective of me.”

Callum groaned. “I swore to protect you and here I am ravishing you in his study.”

“It"s not a big deal.”

“Like hell.”

Callum stared at her green eyes. Good god. All he wanted was to give her something to think about so she"d listen. But his plan backfired. Just a taste of her mouth and he forgot all that he stood for.

There were many rules a Midnight Howl must follow. One of them was never tangle with a woman. Wolves must stick to their kind. They didn"t want a repeat of the past. Youven fell in love with a human and it had cost him, his clan, their immortality. The border that divided their realm must remain thick and strong. He"d sworn to protect the humans, but keep them at bay. Befriending them, not to mention deflowering a virgin, was against the rules. With the exception of Mark, of course since his friendship and poultice was vital to the clan.

He should have known Marisol was an innocent. The way she responded to his touch without inhibitions spoke eagerness to discover more. Like a child 120

tasting candies for the first time. Damn, she lit like kindling wet with gasoline. She was one explosive woman.

She looked so beautiful with her lips red from his kisses, hair mussed and eyes still held the remnants of passion. He touched her rosy soft cheeks. “You"ve been in my head since the first night I saw you working. I dreamed about touching you. Of you touching me.”

“Stop dreaming. Touch me—again.”

Ah, that’s wolf blood speaking. A bitch in heat is a fantastic bitch to mate.
“I can"t.”

“Is it because I don"t shift?”

Because you are forbidden.
“No. I wanted you the way I never wanted anyone before, Mari.”

“But I am not one of your kind.”

“Yes.”

“I see.” Marisol moved a fraction away from him.

He hurt her feelings. Damn code. For the first time, he wished he wasn"t a shifter. “Baby,”

“I"m okay. Just a little embarrassed. Just so you know, Callum. I don"t normally let any man kiss or make out with me. Don"t know why I acted like a cheap whore. Promise, it won"t happen again. And if I lost my wit again, it wouldn"t be with you.”

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“Not with me.”

“No.”

Ah, hell.
In full possession, he clamped his mouth on hers. Through his kiss, he wanted her to know how much he wanted to mate with her. Why that mattered, he didn"t know. He couldn"t quite understand why his body came to a full attention when she was around and why he didn"t like the idea of her mating with anyone.

I’m fucked up.

Callum buried his face in Marisol"s hair inhaling her womanly scent. He could give her what her body screamed for. Douse her heat. He was sure there was nothing wrong with heavy necking and petting. The Midnight Howl"s code was plain and simple. No hidden traps unlike the banks and credit card companies. No small prints at the bottom that said foreplay—forbidden.

He could please her.

“Mari,” he pressed his thumb on her chin. Marisol"s lips parted and he swooped down to taste the sweetness of her mouth. His touch meant to kindle her fire, calling out emotions, responses, and feelings her virginal body was unaccustomed to. The simple knowledge hit his body like a hammer making him groan. A virgin, for his to take but he could not and would not claim her. He"d give her what she wanted, but he wouldn"t take what she was offering.

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You’re an idiot! Take her. She’s yours. Pure, untouched, and fucking beautiful.

“Callum, I thought—”

“Shhh…” He lifted her blouse over her head and threw it on the floor. Next, he unbuttoned her skirt and lowered the short zipper. It landed on the floor with a wispy sound. Marisol"s already unhooked bra followed. He took his fill looking at her exquisite body covered with nothing but a skimpy thong. “Beautiful. Perfect.”