Twin Temptations (7 page)

Callum felt anger sear through him. “Your brother thought
I
had something to do with this?”

He felt a cool, light hand touch his wrist. Samantha had stood up and crossed over to where he sat.

“No, I think he was baiting me, piquing my interest. He knew between two missing wolf cubs and you being under suspicion I wouldn’t let up, that I’d follow you around like the lamest of puppy dogs. In my professional opinion…” Callum felt his cock rise back to attention as she lowered her voice and leaned into him, her chest pressed enticingly against his, her lips mere inches from his ear and neck.

His pulse pounded as she continued. “In my professional opinion, Callum, I do believe we have been set up.”

“Really?” he croaked hoarsely, all his blood having headed south and his brain scrambling to keep up with what she said. He tried to gauge how Samantha felt about this. Personally, a part of Callum was pissed off at such a juvenile setup that could have easily ended in disaster. Truth be told, though, he was too happy with Samantha to bother reaming his cousin right now.

“So where do we go from here?” he asked softly, searching Samantha’s face and eyes intently.

He looked deeply into the bluest eyes he had ever found, knowing exactly what he wanted to do now. The pole wedged in his poor tuxedo pants clearly explained where his mind was at.

“I am going to seriously kick my brother’s ass,” she said fiercely. Callum was trying to figure how to reply to that when she continued, “But without his and Bella’s scheming it might have taken us both so much longer to sort this out for ourselves. That doesn’t negate the fact they both deserve to be yelled at—but I think I’m feeling too satisfied to be bothered right now.”

Samantha smiled and kissed his cheek, grabbed his shoulders and sat him up. Callum beamed, elation washing through him.

“I do believe it’s time to go home.”

“Mine or yours?” he asked, scrambling for his shoes.

“Mine,” she said as she bent to pick up her stilettos from under the couch and the crumpled mass that had been her sexy red dress from the floor. He admired the wonderful picture of her bent ass and licked his lips.

“Brilliant,” he said as they linked hands and exited the office.

He barely registered leaving the building, reactivating the alarms and fumbling for his keys. Callum memorized her address when she whispered it into his ear and then dropped his keys when she kissed him fully, pulling his body flush with her own. The cold feeling of being left behind crept over him when Samantha pulled away, swaying her luscious ass as she stalked to her own car and climbed in. When the roar of the engine snapped him back into reality, he jumped into his truck and peeled out after her.

Damned if he’d let her get away from him, even for the few minutes it would take to get to her apartment.

Chapter Nine

Samantha pulled her car into a parking spot at her apartment. She climbed out of the car, feeling naughty but slightly strange, having no panties on. Before she had even shut her car door, she heard the sound of Callum walking up the path to her front door. She smiled, slammed and locked her door, and turned to meet him. He looked hungry, ravenous, almost. She seriously doubted it had been a long time since he had last had sex, not including what they had already shared tonight, but he still managed to look as if he were a horny teenager who had just discovered the joys of sex.

“You look like a man who has been celibate for years,” she said with a small smile. Around you, sweetheart,” he said huskily, making her shiver at his words, “that’s rather like how I feel. I’m certainly no saint, but you seem to bring out the insatiable sinner in me.”

Samantha opened her door and turned back to smile cheekily at him.

“That’s quite a compliment there, sailor. Care to come on board?”

She felt her knees go weak as he grinned wickedly at her, placed one large palm around her waist and led them both through the open door.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he murmured as he kicked the door shut with his foot. Samantha forgot all about the deadbolt or alarm. Every thought flew from her mind as she fell headfirst into his devastating kiss. She cupped his face in both hands, angling his head so she could spear her tongue into his welcoming mouth. Callum pulled Alexander’s huge T-shirt over her head and a mere touch from his hands had the sweats falling to her feet. Her dress and stilettos were still strewn carelessly on the floor of her car.

She shrugged, utterly unconcerned. There were always other dresses, other stores to visit. Although she loved that particular dress, it didn’t hold any interest to her at this moment.

She wrestled with Callum’s pants, urgently needing to strip them from his body, only to discover him trying to toe off his shoes. His socks weren’t on, obviously left behind in the office somewhere. Samantha giggled at the thought of the morning cleaners finding a pair of stray socks when they came in to wash the floors.

“It’s never a good indication when a woman giggles as a man is being undressed.”

“Sorry,” she said, her hands eagerly helping his black boxer briefs to slide over his hips. “I was thinking of the cleaning crew finding your socks.”

He snickered as well. “I am very glad they don’t give reports to Alexander, Bella, Christiana or Edward. Bedroom?”

Samantha didn’t believe she could live a moment longer without tasting his lips again. She held his hand and pulled his face closer to kiss deeply. Slowly, she led them to her bedroom. Before she could even enter through the doorway, he had picked her up and carried her to the bed.

She started, surprised. She didn’t think any man had picked her up since she had been a little girl. After a second, she looked deeply into the green eyes that bored into her own.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” she said, enjoying the feeling of being soft and feminine. She couldn’t recall the last lover whom she had felt so mushy over. She felt her breath hitch at his devastating smile, as if she were the only woman in the world he felt an interest in. Truly those eyes should be outlawed, or at the very least classified as a weapon of mass destruction.

She could feel her every insecurity, her every utterly logical reason why she would never mate, never have a partner, crumble to the ground and become dust in his wake. She had fallen utterly and irrevocably in love.

“I hope to be surprising you every day for the rest of our lives,” Callum promised huskily, his green eyes deep and dark with hidden secrets and soul-deep promises. Samantha sucked in a breath and wondered if the madness of the moment had fully overtaken her. “You shouldn’t say things like that. It seemed perilously close to a proposal.”

“Well.” White teeth flashed in the semidarkness. Samantha laughed softly as she was casually dropped onto the bed. Seconds later, Callum’s hard, warm body was pressing down on hers. “I wouldn’t want to steal Bella’s thunder or anything, and I don’t have a ring yet, but I know my mind. I might have been on the other side of the world, but it’s you who’s been running away emotionally all these months. I’d have been more than happy to take that first night between us much, much further if you’d have let me.”

Samantha laughed and rolled him over, straddled him. “I never run,” she insisted, with her nose stuck in the air. “I merely made a strategic retreat to regroup. I do, however, seem to have been overcome.”

Samantha closed her mouth, firmly biting on her lip. She wasn’t prepared just yet to tell him she loved him. It seemed too intimate, too private to share for the moment. And so instead she scooted down the bed, opened her mouth and took him within her, as much of him as could fit in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut, his salty, tangy taste overwhelming her senses, the masculine, woodsy scent of him washing over her as if she had dived into him.

She didn’t hear his moan of approval, but she could feel the flex of his muscles, see the sheets move as he clenched them in his fist. She wrapped one palm lightly around the rest of his length, a marvelously impressive length it was too, and she suckled him. Her tongue explored, finding all the hidden nerves, washing over the tiny slit of his eye, lapping and laving at the sensitive skin.

It almost felt as if there was white noise in her head. All Samantha was aware of was their pleasure, the way both their bodies moved in tandem. She could feel the

burning need in him as it grew and grew and she pressed harder into him, wanting to sate and satisfy him, give him as much pleasure as he gave her. Her fingers tickled over his skin, rubbing and caressing the veins there. Flicking her tongue out, she explored his head, eagerly lapping the tiny amount of pre-come. Time seemed to stand still and paradoxically rush forward at the same time. When she felt Callum’s warm hands cup her face and pull her upward, she smiled and allowed it.

“I need to taste myself on you,” he muttered huskily as he reached for her. “I need to have you right now, Sammi.”

She nodded breathlessly as he kissed her and rolled her over on the large bed. Her legs spread wide of their own volition, as eager as he to start their endgame. Grabbing his waist, she aligning him with herself, and they both moaned as he thrust deeply into her, penetrating her and bringing them as close together as possible. Samantha felt her hips arch as one of his hands stroked over her clit, sending the already burning fire roaring through her system. She canted her hips in time to his thrusts, needing more and more with every breath. The wave of her climax built quickly inside her, the energy rising and her breaths coming short and fast. Simultaneously she wanted to ride its crest forever but also to lose herself in the swell of the moment. She knew she couldn’t have it both ways, and so she did the next best thing. With a small grunt from the effort, Samantha flipped them over again, straddled Callum and thrust herself down heavily on the whole length of his cock. She rose and fell to the rhythm in her own soul, riding him hard and fast. Callum’s cock penetrated her deeply, but her spirit, her soul felt the rise of the strong love between them also growing. The physical pleasure mingled with the heightened emotions she could feel swirling between them, and they almost seemed to feed from one another.

Samantha felt herself slip slightly out of control, she had the overwhelming sensation to bite him, to mark him as hers forever.

Never,
ever
before had she felt this need, the desire to mark anyone. She had never even come close. Not only was it a mark of ownership, it also went far deeper than that. It was a commitment, a showing of love and devotion.

It was as binding as marriage vows and as public to others of her kind as wearing a ring. It was something she had
sworn
to never do, and something she had never even had the tiniest tingling of wanting.

Until now.

Not fully wanting to, but also not having the strength to resist properly, she bent her head to Callum’s long neck. She kissed him, tenderly licked the spot where she wanted desperately to mix their essences.

With a huge force of will, with every cell inside her crying out in denial, she pulled away and continued to press herself up and down Callum’s cock.
Sex should be enough
, she told herself sternly.
It was always enough
.
It always had been enough
, another part of her mind insisted
. Obviously it no longer is,
darling.

“Do it,” she heard him whisper, hoarse with his desire for her. Samantha shook her head, knowing he had no idea what she really wanted.

“Damn it, Sammi,” he exploded, strain visible on his face as he gallantly held off his own climax, waiting for her. “You know we belong together and I know what you want to do. Mark me. Just do it, damn you.”

For a moment she paused, held them both on the knife-edge of satisfaction.

“How the hell—”

“Bella,” he said softly. “She told me. I recognized what you wanted. I want it too. I love you, Sammi.”

Samantha felt her heart cave in and fly into his hands for always. She knew they would have problems, they would probably argue and scream and she might be tempted to throw things at him.

But they loved each other with a heartfelt devotion, and that was the only place to ever start a lifetime of commitment like this.

She thrust back down upon him so hard they both moaned, her cunt clasping him so tightly she felt amazed he wasn’t in pain. He felt even thicker inside her now, if possible.

Samantha barely noticed as he rolled her onto her back. She had wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him so closely to her that their flesh pressed into one another. Long legs were wrapped around his waist as he held her hips at an angle and penetrated her even more deeply.

Callum cried out as Samantha gently bit into his neck. Even in the heat and passion of the moment Samantha knew
exactly
what it was she did, what she was committing to and what she was promising him. From the hungry, possessive look in his dark green eyes, Callum too understood what they were sharing.

As she bit down into tender skin, she felt her pussy begin to contract. Concentrating, Samantha pulled a tiny amount of his scent from him and gave him her heart, her soul and her essence—
her
scent. She mingled them together, bound her heart to him forever.

And she let go to allow the earth-shattering orgasm wash over her. She felt herself contract over and over, felt her body reach out and clasp him so tightly to her he might have bruises the following morning. Callum plunged into her in short, hard thrusts, pushing himself over his own peak, only to have him explode inside her and shoot his seed deeply inside her body.

Screaming, Samantha arched into him, her mind fuzzy with the pleasure he gave her. The sensation of him filling her, stretching her so tightly, was exquisite and something she hoped neither of them would ever take for granted or tire of. Callum’s now familiar weight fell on top of her, and Samantha held her lover close, enjoying the solid feel of him, the tangy sweat beading his body, his intoxicating scent and the very faint floral fragrance of her own scent underlying his own.