Callie's Shadow Ch. 10

Her words seemed to vibrate in his head, his eyes couldn't stop moving over her body. The book fell from his hands, his glasses landing on top of it on the hall floor. In two steps he had her in his arms. Spinning, he held her against the wall, his mouth hungrily finding hers.

Callie's moan was soft, sweet to his ears. The feel of her against his body had Shadow's pulse racing, his blood rushing through his veins. "Do you mean it?" he gasped, lifting his head.

She could barely breathe. Her leg slid up the softness of his pajama pants, sliding around his hip and pulling him against her. "What do you think?" she panted, excitement and just the touch of nerves revving her arousal even higher.

He bent his head, capturing her mouth again as if he couldn't leave it alone. "Say it," he growled. "I want to hear you say it again."

"I want you to fuck me, Brian," she whispered, staring into his eyes. "I can call you Brian?"

"Yes," he said before once more devouring her lips, his head moving as he changed angles. His tongue parted her lips, sliding inside of her mouth, finding hers and dancing against it. His hands found her arms, lifting them from where they had slid around his neck, pushing them above her head to hold her wrists in one of his big hands. Tearing his mouth from hers, he started a trail of desperate kisses along her neck, his mouth open as he savored the taste of her skin, the scent of sunshine that seemed part of her.

Her skin was soft and warm, so incredibly warm. He bent his head further, taking the tip of her breast between his teeth, his tongue playing with her nipple. She moved against him like a dream, her arousal and his caresses pulling tiny whimpers from between her lips.

"God, Brian!" she cried, arching her back to ask for more. "That feels so incredible."

He grinned, lifting his head to look at her. "You ain't seen nothing yet." His arms went around her, lifting her and cradling her against his chest. "I hope you don't have any plans for the rest of today. I don't plan on letting you leave."

"Really?" she asked, her voice cracking. "I-I wasn't sure of my reception."

Shadow carried her through his living room, not giving her a chance to look around. A short hall led to a kitchen and dining room, on the other side was his bedroom and the guest bath. He kicked open the door to his bedroom, kicking it closed behind him. "I can't believe you'd think I wouldn't want you. Was I the only one in the back seat of the truck this morning?" He chuckled when she blushed, the color rushing to her cheeks.

"No," she said softly. "You made me feel things today that I'd only read about."

"Hmm," he hummed, setting her gently on the bed, his hands lingering on her legs. "I think I need to come and investigate you're reading material."

"You never know," she said, a dimple peeking from her cheek as she smiled up at him, "you might learn a thing or two."

"Really?" he asked, trailing his fingers down the inside of her thighs to the black pumps she wore on her feet. Pulling them off, he kissed her arches, rubbing gently at the soft skin. "Maybe, instead of just reading it, you could show me? I learn more from the hands on technique than from a book."

"You haven't even had me once and already you're planning on more." Callie moaned as he played with her toes. As a human, her feet were very sensitive.

"And more after that, and then more after that. You got a problem with that Agent Wolfe?"

"None sir, I just hope my senior officer understands when I get to work tonight." She gasped as his nails tickled the back of her knees.

"I'll write you a note." He stared down at her, a strange look coming to his face.

"What?" she asked, suddenly scared. She reached out her arms and Brian couldn't help but go to her, holding her to him and rolling across the bed with her.

"I'm afraid I'm sitting in my chair and fell asleep. I know if I wake up and find out that you, that this was a dream, I won't live through it, Callie." He looked down at her, pushing her hair out of her face with a shaking hand. "I've dreamt about this for so long, you don't even know, you couldn't have a clue..."

Callie lifted her hand, her fingers pressing against his lips. "Me too," she said softly. "Since that first day in your office when you had me almost shaking and then said something stupid to make me laugh. Then I found out you did that to all the new recruits. I was heartbroken."

Brian moaned when she parted her thighs under him, his hips nestling in the cradle her legs made for him. "I was tongue tied," he whispered, his fingers tracing over her face, gliding over her lips. "You were the boss's daughter and I kept thinking about pushing you down on my desk and fucking you."

Her fingers traced patterns on his back, sliding lower until she was at the small of his back. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. He could smell her arousal, he could feel it through the thin layer of flannel he wore. It was all that kept him from moving his hips and finding his way home.

That's what she was and had always been to him, even the past couple days when he'd been furious with her. She would always and forever be home to him. He had it bad, so bad that he was shaking with the force of it. "Take off my pants," he ordered.

Brian could see the wheels turning in her head as she processed his order and the best way to do it. When she pushed on his shoulder, he let her turn him to his back. She sat next to him, her fingers going to the tie and then the buttons that held his tented pants on. When she'd fumbled the last button free, his cock sprang out of the opening, rubbing against the back of her hand.

He groaned at the contact, his hips lifting even as she began pulling the flannel material off his legs, leaving him as naked as she. Callie dropped the fabric over the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving his body.

"You're beautiful," she whispered, reaching out to stroke his stomach, her hand tracing the dark trailing line of hair that started just below his navel and the blossomed into the thick thatch of fur at his groin.

"Women are beautiful, not men," he argued, closing his eyes to savor her sweet caresses.

"Well, I could have called you pretty but I was afraid you'd fire me if I did." She giggled when he laughed.

"Good decision." He lay as still as he could under the soft tickling touch of her hand, finally moaning and taking her hand in his to wrap around his cock. "You're a tease," he growled. "You have no clue how much power you have in those little hands do you?"

Callie was investigating the soft, satiny hardness of his cock, marveling at the contrast. She closed her fist around it, feeling his hand moving hers. When he let go, she kept up the slow stroking movements he'd started. A sudden urge took her and she bent closer, licking her tongue gently along the tip of his cock as it came out from between her fingers.

Brian gasped, his head falling back against the pillows, his hands grasping the dark blue comforter under him. He felt the heat of her mouth slowly engulf the tip of his cock. "Fuck, Callie. That's incredible."

"I-I don't want to do anything wrong," she whispered, pulling her mouth back.

"The only way you could do anything wrong in my book is if you got up and left me like this, baby." He reached down and moved her hair out of her face, sliding it over her shoulder. "I've seen you here, with me so often this is almost surreal."

Callie bent toward him again, her mouth taking more of his cock this time. Brian felt the smooth, silky caress of her hair over his thighs, the heat of her mouth, the tantalizing teasing of her tongue. He groaned, unable to stop himself, his hips beginning to rock under the suckling pressure of her mouth. He reached down, grabbing her hips, pulling her so that she lay over him, her legs straddling his head.

Her arousal was sweet, the scent exquisitely tempting to him. He pulled her down closer, lifting his head to slide his tongue through the slickness of her secretions, tasting her for the first time. Pulling her even closer, he explored the soft feminine folds of her sex, teasing the small inner lips, suckling gently on her labia, flicking his tongue across her clit until she cried out.

"Oh God," she groaned, pulling away from his cock to nuzzle her face against his hip. "I can't think when you do that."

"Do what?" he asked huskily, "this?" Using his lips, he pulled her clit into his mouth, biting down gently on it, feeling her body arch against him, her hips pressing down and into his mouth, almost grinding down on him.

"God!" she almost howled, the wolf inside of her making her presence known. "Don't stop, God, please don't stop."

He slid one finger gently inside of her, thrusting slowly at first then pushing the pace until she began to ride his hand and his mouth, unable to stop. It took him little time to push her over that first hurdle, feeling her pleasure as she came, her juices raining down on him.

When she slumped back against him, he slowly rolled her over, watching the expression of ultimate joy move over her face. Before she could recover, he rose above her, finding the small opening with his cock and pushing inside.

She tensed under him for just a minute as he tore through her hymen, breaching it with one thrust. Brian stilled on top of her, letting her get use to the feeling of being full, hearing her gasp at the pain of her lost virginity. When her hands came up to his chest, he leaned down and kissed her gently, pressing fleeting kisses on her face and throat. "You okay?" he asked huskily.

She was so tight around him, the fluttering pleasure that still filled her loins sending little shock waves of pleasure through him as well, tickling the base of his spine. He shifted, going to his elbows over her, his hands pushing the hair off of her face so he could see her reaction.

"Yes," she whispered, her eyes swirling silver. "It feels so different than I thought it would."

Slowly he moved on top of her, never rushing even when his body begged for him to drive into her, to slam against her. He wanted the release he knew she could give him, but even more, he wanted to see the pleasure in her swirling silver eyes. They were hypnotic.

He cupped her breast in one hand, his fingers playing with the hard bud of her nipple, twisting and teasing the pebbled tip until she was moaning, little whimpers torn from her mouth. He kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue, feeling hers sliding against his, dancing with his.

He tore his mouth away, reveling in the feel of her pussy around him, of the spasms that she was feeling caressed the length of his cock. He whispered words to her, words of want, of need. He told her how beautiful she was, groaning when she began to move against him, her eyes closing. He buried his face in her hair next to her ear. "Tell me what you were going to say in the truck this morning."

Callie was soaring, flying into the cloudless blue sky. His tongue and mouth were doing the most amazing things to her, things she'd never dreamed of feeling. She couldn't help but push against him as he licked and sucked and nibbled her into an orgasm that left her weak and slumped against his stomach.

She felt him move her, felt the heat and hardness of his body as he rose over her. His cock pushed against her and she moved her legs, wrapping them around him to open herself further. This was it, she thought, her excitement rising again. He was going to fuck her.

The pinching pressure made her stiffen and then a sharp and quick pang of pain shot through her. It was done and over before she'd felt much of anything, leaving her with only a feeling of fullness that was strangely terrifying and satisfying at the same time.

She shifted under him, feeling him rubbing against her inside. It left a tingle of reawakening arousal to shiver through her. "Hmm," she hummed, moving again.

"You okay?" Brian asked, pushing even more of his cock inside of her with every slow stroke.

"Yes," she whispered back. "It feels so different than I thought it would."

He kissed her once again, then buried his face in her hair. "Tell me what you were going to say in the truck this morning."

"Now?" she gasped, turning her head to look at him in surprise.

"Yes, now."

He was too close, his eyes searching hers too intensely. The emotions she was feeling were too vulnerable. How could she tell him now that she'd loved him from that first day?

"Not now, Brian. I promise I'll tell you later. Please," she begged, knowing that if he didn't back down, she would tell him exactly how she felt. Then all this might end before it had a chance to even begin.

"Before you leave this bed, you'll tell me."

It wasn't a question, it was an order but she took it, nodding gladly. A mewl of surprise left her as he began to move faster. His body was rubbing against hers. His hand cupped her breast, molding and kneading the soft flesh until every touch sent her excitement to a higher level.

He was pushing her toward another orgasm and she opened her eyes, staring into his as it began. "Don't stop," she begged huskily. "Oh fuck that feels so good."

"You want more," he teased, take short rapid strokes that had him gasping for air.

She undulated under him, her soft creamy skin taking on a sheen of sweat that made her glow. Her eyes were half-closed, her hands grasping at him, caressing him, imploring that he never stop. It was more intense this time, more mind-ripping and devastating. She couldn't help but howl her release, it was so incredible.

Tears spilled from her eyes, soaking into the hair at her temples as she tipped her head back, arching, wanting to touch him with every part of her being. His lips found her breasts, the pleasure of his suckling echoed in the throbbing in her womb even as her silken sheath caressed her. Callie heard his growl, felt his big body jerking against hers and the warmth between her thighs turned even hotter. As the first pulse of his pleasure struck, he threw his head back, crying out her name, filling her with the essence of his being.

She felt each throb, each rush of sperm from his body and shivered with the joy of it. She'd made him come. Now all she had to do was get him to admit his own feelings. He rolled off of her, falling to his back on the dark blue comforter. Callie rose over him, smiling, her eyes sleepy and sexy looking. Her hair was mussed from his hands and a red spot on her neck came from the stubble on his face.

Callie snuggled in against him, her lips gliding over his chest, kissing a trail down over his body. She stroked him gently with her hands, exploring his body while he laid prone before her. Lying her head on his thigh, she stared up at him.

"Do you really want to know what I was going to say?"

Brian opened his eyes, staring down at her, his hand lifting one of hers and kissing it with a tenderness that took her breath away. "Yes," he said, his voice deeper than usual. "I want to know."

Callie glanced down, staring at the window where the blinds were open, letting in the sun. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him. "I love you."

"What's wrong with me being in love with you, Angel?" Marcus growled, staring at the stubborn female vampire. "I have been since the first time I saw you."

"Marcus," Angel began with a soft sigh. "We are so different. I could never go out into the sunshine with you. You can't stand enclosed places. You eat, for Christ's sake."

"Yeah and you suck blood. I know you get a big kick from my blood, Angel. About enclosed spaces, I slept in that crypt with you, no panic attacks. Maybe you cured me of my phobia. Maybe we should start a self help class or something. You could show them how you cured me."

"I'm not doing a porno with you, Wings. And you aren't listening," Angel said in disgust, standing up and pacing across the floor of her bedroom in the basement apartment of the building cross town from where they worked.

"No, I am listening. What I'm not hearing is what's important. In all the excuses you've made, not once have you said that you didn't love me." Marcus sat up, the sheet pooling at his waist. "If you can turn around and come over here, tell me to my face, looking into my eyes, that you don't love me, then I'll back off."

Angel came over and sat across from him, the white silk robe she'd donned almost seemed to glow in the semi dark of the room. She stared up at him, taking his hands and holding them in her own. "Marcus," she said. "I-I don't l-love..."

"Don't finish that unless you absolutely mean it, Angel." His voice was low with warning, the fiercest of growls, as his cheeks flushed and his green eyes grew hard.

"I don't think I could have anyway," she snapped at him, pissed because he'd called her on her feelings. "Dammit, Marcus, how the hell did you do this?"

"Do what?"

"Make me fall for you, dammit. I promised that after what Dorian put me through, I wouldn't allow myself to fall for any man again. Now I've fallen for a big pansy-assed, obsessive warrior who snores."

"I don't snore," he said with a smile on his face. He grabbed her arm, yanking her toward him with enough strength that she fell on top of him. "Now I want to hear you say it."

"Marcus..." she whined. A look of disgust crossed her face. "You know I hate sappy."

"You do not hate sappy. You love it. You're just trying to be the strong one. You want to keep up your shields against me, to keep me at arm's length. You just didn't realize that I knew a secret entrance. Now, instead of sniping at me, tell me what I want to hear.

She ran her hand over his face, closing her eyes and using her fingers to explore as if she were blind. Her thumbs gently traced the arched swoop of his blonde brows. She explored the warmth of his lips, dipping her head to kiss him slowly, with more affection and love than passion. There was tenderness, care and joy in that kiss, so much so that Marcus couldn't help but smile under her lips.

"Nice try," he said when she lifted her head. "I still want the words."

"Grrr," she growled. "And you think I'm stubborn?"

"No, there's no thinking to it. I know you're stubborn," he said, chuckling. "Now quit trying to pick fights and say the words, Angel. It's three very small, very simple words. You can do it."

"I know I can do it."

He crossed his arms over his chest and waited, trying to hide his smile as a pout pulled her full bottom lip out.

"Iloveyou," she gushed quickly and all in one word.

"Nope, ain't cutting it. Say it like you mean it."

"Fine! I love you! Now are you happy?" she asked, crossing her arms across her chest and glaring at him.

"Ecstatic." He pulled her toward him, ignoring her mutinous looks and the crossed arms. "I love you, Angel. I have since I first saw your baby blue eyes. As soon as we find your father and I stake this Dorian character outside, you and I are going to take off together alone."

She gave up. It didn't matter how she treated him, he still loved her and wanted to be with her. Shaking her head, she curled up against his wide chest, her body resting on top of his. She drifted off to sleep listening to him, his hands holding her gently.

The room was pitch black, so dark that Angel couldn't see her hand in front of her face. She stepped forward, hoping to find a wall or a hanging light, something, anything to get her out of the darkness. The ragged sound of breathing stopped her and she stood trembling. There was something about this blackness, it felt like a shield, like a hiding place for evil. Did she want to know what it was that was making the noise?

There was a click of a door being closed, and she whirled toward that sound, trying to pin point it. But the darkness confused her, making it all but impossible to figure out where the door was.