Callan watched with an impassive expression as the darkened landscape rolled by outside the window. Apart from ordering me to get into the carriage, he hadn’t said a word since we left Grant’s mansion. I studied the way the moonlight shifted up and down his face as the carriage jostled across the uneven ground.
I had to give it to him, despite always insisting that he was incapable of faking it, he really was incredibly skilled at it. When we danced, he’d even had me fooled there for a second into thinking that he actually liked me.
Though, when we had arrived and I had answered Grant’s greeting before him, I had also seen that flicker in his eyes that promised a lesson in humility when we got back to his mansion. I had to find the key to my manacles before then. And right now, there was only one way to do that.
I waited until we reached a particularly bumpy hill. When the carriage hit another sizable rock that made the whole structure jostle violently, I pretended to be thrown from my seat. And since I was sitting on the padded bench in front of Callan while we were going up the hill, that meant that my little stunt sent me toppling forward and right onto him.
A huff escaped my throat as I slammed into his muscled chest. He snapped his gaze from the window and leveled it at me while I tried to push myself off his body. The carriage dipped again as one of the wheels rolled over a small hole. I tipped sideways.
My fall was suddenly halted by a pair of strong hands on my sides. Callan’s fingers pressed into the side of my ribs as he kept me from crashing down to the floor of the carriage. With him holding me steady, I could brace my hands on his shoulders and shift my knees into a better position on the bench so that I could support myself on both sides. The move also left me straddling Callan’s lap. Which was, of course, a complete coincidence.
“Since you apparently didn’t listen last time, I will reiterate,” I began and raised my eyebrows at him. “Taking the horses would have been much more comfortable.”
He shot a pointed look down at my body before meeting my gaze again. “You’re looking pretty comfortable to me.”
The carriage jostled again, making my body shift across Callan’s lap. A jolt shot through me as it made my pussy brush against his cock.
Callan smirked. “Isn’t this night just full of nostalgia? First the dress and the dance, and now we’re recreating that time in the closet.”
“Minus the dead body.”
“Oh I’m sure I could find some poor sod to run a force blade through, if that’s what you want?”
A surprised laugh slipped from my lips. Not a calculated laugh. A real one. I gave my head a short shake to get the odd feelings out of my head. I needed to find the key.
“I actually think I want something else right now,” I said.
“Oh really? And what’s that?”
I crushed my lips against his.
He started slightly. For a moment, he didn’t return the kiss. Instead, he just sat there with his back like a rod, as if he couldn’t quite decide what to do.
Then his hands slid to my back and he drew my body harder against his while he ravaged my lips with furious passion. His tongue tangled with mine, claiming my mouth.
Locking my fingers behind his neck, I held him tightly while I rolled my hips. A moan tore from his chest and his cock hardened underneath me. I shifted against him again while drawing my hands down towards his chest. I had to find the key.
When he had unlocked my manacles, he had pulled the key from a small pocket on the front of his leather armor. So if I could just—
He grabbed my hips and pushed me harder down on his lap before grinding his cock against my entrance. I gasped into his mouth while all logical thoughts shot right out of my head. Hell, I had forgotten how good it felt to have his lethal body pressed against mine like that.
Reason tapped its timid fingers against my skull. Key. I needed to find the key.
Raking my fingers over his chest and down his stomach, I renewed my efforts to reach the pocket where the key was. Callan nipped at my bottom lip while rolling his hips underneath me again. Desire crackled through my body. I ground my pussy against him in response while still trying to keep enough presence of mind to get my hand to the pocket.
When my fingers at last brushed the top of it, I smiled against Callan’s lips and wrapped my arm around his back. Drawing him tighter against me, I slipped my fingers into the pocket.
Shock clanged through me.
Empty.
The pocket was empty.
I bit down on Callan’s lip in a flash of rage. A dark laugh rumbled from his chest in response while he wrapped his hands around my thighs. Holding on to me, he pushed up from the seat and straightened as much as he could inside the carriage before leaning forward and setting me down on the opposite bench. I glared up at him as he drew back slightly.
He had known that I was after the key, so he had moved it somewhere else. That bastard.
His dark eyes glinted with satisfaction as he flashed me a smug smirk.
With his hands still on my thighs, he spread my legs wide and then sank down to the floor between them. I narrowed my eyes, but didn’t try to stop him. We had taken it this far, so we might as well see it through all the way. And besides, he was good with those strong hands of his, and I could use some stress release.
After drawing his hands down my legs, he grabbed the hem of my dress and began slowly pushing it upwards. I held his intense gaze as he drew my skirt over my knees and then across my thighs until it bunched around my waist. Then he paused. And when I did nothing that would indicate that I didn’t want to do this, he finally traced his fingers over my hips and towards my panties.
A sigh tore from my chest as he curled his fingers around the fabric and started pulling them down. Bracing myself against the padded bench, I lifted my ass to allow him to get my panties down to my thighs. He took his time, drawing them across my ass with torturous slowness. My heart pounded in my chest.
When he had at last shifted them down to my thighs, I slumped back against the bench and tilted my head back, resting it against the wooden wall behind me.
Callan’s fingers brushed against my skin as he guided my knees closer together and then drew my panties down my legs. Lightning crackled through me at his touch.
Hell damn it all, I must have somehow accidentally eaten or drunk something in Grant’s mansion after all, because wildfire roared inside my soul when Callan traced his fingers over my skin. Heat pooled at my core, and I desperately wanted Callan’s hands all over my body.
The fabric of my panties suddenly disappeared from my skin. Callan grabbed my ankle, lifting my foot out of the garment before doing the same with my other leg.
I sucked in a shuddering breath as he drew his rough hands up my bare legs. Taking a firm grip on the back of my knees, he lifted my legs and then yanked me forward a little. A small gasp ripped from my lips as Callan positioned me so that I leaned back against the wall at an angle while he draped my legs over his shoulders. With him kneeling in front of the bench, and my legs spread wide like that, my pussy was completely exposed to him.
He leaned forward.
Blood pounded in my ears.
Another gasp tore from my throat as Callan drew his tongue along my pussy. Forcing out a slow breath, I squeezed my eyes shut as he traced the tip of his tongue down it again, teasing me with infuriating precision. He let out a wicked laugh. It made his hot breath dance over my sensitive skin, drawing a shudder from me.
He swirled his tongue around my clit.
Intense pleasure rolled through my body, and I dug my heels into his back, forcing his mouth harder against me. His tongue circled my clit again before he took it into his mouth. While rolling it between his lips, he traced his hand over the back of my thigh and towards my entrance. The sudden touch sent another lightning bolt across my skin.
My chest heaved as he trailed his fingers through my wetness. With my eyes still closed, I tried to focus on drawing breath while Callan swirled his tongue around my throbbing clit again.
He pushed two fingers inside me.
A jolt shot through my body as he curled them slightly on the way out before driving them into me again. His teeth skimmed my clit. It drew a small and needy noise from my chest.
Callan pushed his fingers into me again before drawing out once more. Another groan built in my chest as he worked his tongue and lips as well, but it was cut off by a gasp.
Force magic vibrated around Callan’s fingers as he thrust them into me again.
It made lights flicker behind my eyes, and I had to grip the edge of the bench hard to keep myself from moaning his name. Pleasure built inside me as he pumped those vibrating fingers while also continuing to stimulate my clit with his lips and tongue.
The carriage jostled, making him shove deeper inside me.
My heart almost burst out of my ribcage.
Callan smiled against my pussy while he drew his tongue around my clit. Then the vibrating force magic around his fingers stretched farther. My eyes flew open and I sucked in a sharp breath as his magic formed a vibrating rod that filled me completely.
I didn’t even think it was a conscious choice, but my hand shot up and gripped Callan’s hair hard.
He kept his fingers unmoving inside me, but began pulling the force magic back before pushing it forward again.
“Callan,” I gasped, my fingers tightening their grip on his dark hair.
The vibrating force drew back before shoving deeper inside me again.
My brain was starting to malfunction. Unintelligible moans spilled from my lips as I tried to cling to my sanity. I was vaguely aware of Callan’s lips disappearing from my clit, and when I managed to blink my eyes into focus, I found him studying every inch of my face with a gaze that burned through my soul.
With his fingers still filling my entrance, he increased the vibrations before pushing the shaft of force magic deeper inside me again.
At some point, my hand must have released his hair because both of them hit the bench beside me as I arched my back and sucked in a labored breath. My legs trembled against his back.
A moan of pure desperation escaped my lips.
“Please,” I begged pitifully between gulps of air that never seemed enough. “P-please. Please.”
The vibrations increased to a point where they seemed to be shaking my soul loose and turning my mind into a useless puddle. Pleasure built like a storm inside me.
Callan’s eyes burned like dark flames as he held my gaze. But my own eyes had started sliding out of focus while my whole body was coming apart at the seams.
He shoved his magic harder into me, hitting just the right spot.
Pleasure exploded inside me, shattering through my whole body and making my trembling walls clamp down around his fingers. He kept pushing his vibrating shaft in and out until I thought my mind was going to snap.
“Callan.” His name rolled from my tongue in a dark moan while I came all over his hand.
But he only continued studying my face, as if memorizing every expression on my features and every emotion flashing in my eyes.
As my body slumped back against the seat, utterly spent, my numb mind tried to remember what I had been about to do before Callan had shattered my consciousness.
I had been about to do something.
I was supposed to be doing something.
What was it again?
