Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Callius lifted his mate in his arms. She was lighter than he expected for a Werewolf. And so very beautiful. He’d never seen anything as hypnotizing as the silver in her eyes and the gold in her hair. She was precious as any horde of treasure he’d ever seen, more so. It sent a rush of fierce pride through Callius’ veins.
Es meus.
He wanted to shout it across the universe. Five hundred years he waited to find her. His one true mate. She who was worthy of his diamond rose. Five centuries of imagining, picturing her. And yet she superseded all expectation.
She was breathtaking. Beautiful, smart, honest and fierce as only a Wolf could be. Everything he ever wanted and so much more. His arms tightened for a minute as he opened the front door to her home.
The house was a little worse for wear, but yes, he agreed it had potential. He smelled the salty sea air and smiled. He’d grown up with that smell. It had often been his solace. The street was private and secluded. There were no other houses for nigh on a mile or more.
Potential. The place definitely had potential. Tomorrow he would get a better look. He had something much more important to do at the moment.
His Dragon growled in his mind. He demanded Callius eradicate every trace of sadness he felt emanating from his mate just moments ago. He would not have her feel unhappy for all the world.
No, he would see her smile in ecstasy before this night was through. That was a promise. The thought of her spread out before him made his heart race. He could not wait another moment to delve into her sweet body.
Go slowly with her. Gently. He told himself harshly. She deserved every bit of restraint he could muster. He did not wish to frighten her in his ardor. He would worship her with his body this night.
“Which way?” he rumbled. His voice nearly unrecognizable in his desire.
He looked at her face. He was afraid he may have frightened her with his gravelly voice, but it would seem to have had the opposite effect. His Fred’s eyes were heavy-lidded with desire as she pointed to a narrow staircase. He took the steps three at a time and opened the door to her bedroom with a bang.
What she called an apartment was no more than one large room. His eyes had no trouble finding the bed in the darkness and he headed straight for it with his sweet burden. He landed on top of the plush blankets with her neatly tucked underneath him.
“Now, I have been waiting to do this since I laid eyes on you,” he licked a slow trail from her lips over her exposed skin to her navel. Pepper and honey. So good. He needed more.
His mate responded to his attentions with enthusiasm and more passion than he’d prepared for. Her moans of pleasure excited him. Callius wondered what other noises he could pull from her, and he intended to find out.
She gripped his head and tugged his lips down to hers jogging him from his musings. Her tongue was slick and wet with her desire, soft and warm like sinking into a hot spring. She sucked and nipped, licked and tangled with his, she held nothing back. Swirling around and around in the deep cavern of her mouth, Callius kissed his mate with everything he had.
Her silver eyes bore into his as their lips met again and again. Beautiful. Captivating. And mine. He growled and undulated his hips against hers, cursing the clothing that separated them. As if she read his mind, her nimble fingers began to unbutton his shirt.
He hissed out a breath as she skimmed her cool fingertips over his heated skin. He had little hair on his chest and belly. His skin was a golden bronze color, much darker than her milky white pigment. When she could no longer reach the buttons, Fred grabbed the material in both hands and ripped his shirt in two.
It’d been years, decades even, since Callius felt the softness of a woman beneath him. His jailer preferred to keep him hungry and isolated with no relief save a Dragon’s long memory. Callius marveled as she continued her exploration of his body. Her clever hands made him burn with desire and every single one of those memories fled his mind. None of his encounters could compare to the stunning sight that was his mate aroused.
He licked the side of her throat and felt the pulse of her heartbeat there. It pleased him to feel it speed up under his careful ministrations. Callius’ chest rumbled with pleasure. It was as if his heart and soul had finally become whole after living a half-life for eons.
He almost lost himself as Winifred dipped her hands further down to the waistband of his pants. Not yet, my sweet. No, it was his turn to touch, to explore. He needed to see her. He was desperate to feel, to taste every inch of her and, most of all, he needed to be inside of her. Now.
The hours since he marked her with his bite had ticked away slowly. The fact that he still hadn’t consummated their vow was making him tremble with need. As they kissed and touched and rubbed Callius panted with the need to claim her.
He felt as though he would explode right then and there if he did not have her. His Dragon roared in his mind as he brought her to as frenzied a state of arousal as he was in. Seal the bond. Es meus. It was all but consuming him. His Dragon demanded he do it. Now.
“Winifred Castillo, I mean to make you mine, here and now,” he growled in her ear.
“Yes.” Her soft reply was all he needed.
The diamond rose. The most precious gift he had to give. It was hers. She was the one. His other half. His soulmate. His castle. Mine. Her bar uniform barely covered her, but it was still too much. He needed her, bare and beneath him.
“This, off, now,” he nuzzled her stomach while his hands made short work of her top.
“Yes, please,” Fred moaned and helped him free her breasts from her lacy, black bra.
Callius growled again as his eyes feasted on her bare skin. His cock hardened painfully in his tight leather pants. His eyes hardly knew where to look. His mate was gloriously nude, all full of peaks and valleys, miles of soft, smooth skin stretched out before him. And he meant to taste every inch. She was pale in the moonlight coming from the open window. She was stunning. Toned and tight, soft and round, in all the right places.
Her breasts were high and firm, topped with rosy nipples that pebbled under his tongue as he took first one then the other into his mouth. She groaned as he licked, sucked, and scraped each one gently with his teeth.
“Beautiful, mi Castillo,” he growled and did what he’d been dying to since he first laid eyes on her. He reached up with his hands, his mouth never leaving her breasts, and took the ribbon out of her long blonde hair. He fanned it out behind her head while he continued to suckle her sweet body.
This was how he had pictured her, with her long platinum waves flowing around her beautifully flushed face as he claimed her. He stood up reluctantly, a smile teased his lips at her groan of disappointment. Silver eyes watched him as he undid the fastenings of his pants.
Callius slowly removed every inch of his clothing. He knew he was well-built, years as a warrior left every inch of his frame covered in muscle. Her eyes ate him up, she obviously approved of his physique for which he was ever grateful. He felt his cock jut out proudly under her intense stare, finally free of that blasted confining material.
He throbbed under her scrutiny and nearly came right as he watched her bite down on her plump bottom lip. She shines like treasure. Her eyes glowed a brilliant silver in the semi-darkness.
Callius groaned when she reached out with her long fingers and traced a long line slowly up his swollen cock. She stopped at the head, swirling her thumb over the sensitive tip before slowly making her way down again. She repeated the movement, increasing speed and pressure. Again, and again, until he was panting just to get some air.
She knelt on the bed and leaned forward, the slight creek in the mattress the only noise in the room. He froze in position, afraid to break the tentative contact. He watched the sway of her full breasts and throbbed in response.
And here he thought he’d have to seduce her into bed. She dipped her head down without any warning at all and took the tip of his shaft into her hot mouth.
“Winifred,” Callius growled her name and threw his head back.
She teased him with her tongue. Sucking gently, then backing off, working him into a stupor. Her hand traced the rest of his length and ended at the very bottom of his manhood. He watched with wide, gold eyes.
His eyes taking in every gesture, every movement. She was a goddess on her knees. Her mouth a thing of magic, made just for him. She cupped him and he hissed. All the while, she continued to lick and suck, slowly building pressure as she took him more fully into her mouth. Callius needed to pace himself or it would all be over before he even started.
“No, let me, my mate,” he gently lifted her head up, kissing her full on the mouth before easing her back down on the bed.
Callius exhaled the breath he’d been holding. Her eyes were heavy lidded with desire as she opened her legs wide for him. His mate. He purred deep in is throat as he spread her even farther and licked a trail from the exposed skin of stomach to her hard-tipped breasts and then back, to her sweet mouth.
He sucked her lip and bit down, swallowing her moan as she writhed beneath him. She tasted like honey and cayenne. His two favorite things. But, damn it, her pants were still on, and Callius needed them off. Now.
He flicked his tongue over the throbbing pulse on the side of her neck as his hands made quick work of her pants. He instinctively ground himself against the apex of her thighs, allowing her to feel his long, hard length against her.
Soon, yes, now. He spread her legs apart and ran his hands over her sex. She was hot and wet with need. He lay down on top of her and thrust his hips letting out a frustrated growl at the lace barrier that kept him from penetrating her sweet womanhood.
Callius hovered over his female and looked into her eyes as he grabbed the top of that pesky swatch of lace. He growled. At her nod, he tore the piece of lingerie in two.
“Finally, love. Es meus,” with one hard thrust Callius buried himself inside of her.
He growled as he pushed himself deeper. She was warm and ready, slick and tight. She seemed to cover his swollen length like a glove. As if she were created just for him.
He pulled nearly all the way out and pushed back in again, going all the way up to the hilt, reveling in the moan that escaped her lips. Gods, she was sweet, the shock of pleasure in her wide, silver eyes. Callius used one hand to anchor her hips and the other to pull her mouth closer to his. He needed to taste her, to complete the feeling of perfect completion as he drove into her.
It was like coming home. Five-hundred years, he waited to feel this. He lived in isolation, fear, and pain for too much of his life. Restless and listless. Without any place of his own. Now, finally, he was home, with her.
She rocked her hips into his thrusts with equal fervor. The perfect foil for him. No cowering miss, she met him every step of the way. He moved faster and harder with every grunt, and groan, and sigh. A hard, pounding rhythm that they both seemed to crave.
“Don’t. Ever. Stop.” The words seemed torn from her throat.
He wanted to mark every inch of her. To cover her in his scent. He felt his fingers bite into her flesh as he continued to pound into her. He intended to go slow, to be gentle, but he could not help himself. He plundered her body with an almost mindless need, blind to everything but the sensations shooting through his every nerve ending with each movement.
He growled as she bit her lip. Fred answered with a guttural moan and slapped her hands down on his hips. Her sharp nails dug into his skin, pulling him down harder and faster. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and thrust up, matching him every step of the way.
“Callius, oh, I think I love you, Callius,” she screamed his name.
“Say it again.”
“What?”
“Say it again, sweet Winifred,” he stopped moving despite the need driving him to fill her with his seed.
“Oh, no, no, don’t stop, please,” she was mindless with need. She thrust forward, trying to coax him into continuing, but he remained still.
“Please, I’d hear you say it again, my love.”
“Callius. I, I love you, Cal-li-us.” with each syllable he thrust into her, loving the tightening of her walls around him. She was slick and hot, and he needed her more than ever.
“Es meus. Sweet Winifred, my love, my life, my bond. Tell me you are mine.”
“I am yours.”
“Yes. Mine as I am yours.”
Her breasts bounced up and down as he drove into her. The sweat of their bodies made her skin shiny and slick. Her eyes glowed in the darkness, silver to his gold. Callius ran his hand over her body from her neck to her hips as he thrust harder and harder.
He ran a hand over her neck and breasts, pinching her taut nipples and growling when he felt her tighten and quiver in response. The pleasure built up until he feared he could no longer contain himself. Her walls tightened around him and he felt his Dragon fangs descend, he tasted smoke on his breath and growled in anticipation.
Then he bit down on the same place he marked her earlier that night. Callius sucked on her neck as she screamed her completion and then, he let himself go. She arched against him. Her tight body wrapped around him as close as she could get.
He covered her in his smoky cinnamon scent as he gave her everything he had to give. His full weight, his full sex, his full heart, everything. He tossed his head back and roared her name as his body got caught in the most powerful release he ever experienced.
A spark of fire escaped his lips and he vowed in his native Dracan to love and treasure her. His true mate. His diamond rose. Far more precious than any treasure. His alone. Es meus.
“What does that mean?” she asked breathlessly.
“You are mine, my diamond rose, my mate, until the end of time,” his voice was deep and gravelly as he pushed up on his elbows. He took her hand and placed it on his heart.
“And are you mine as well?”
“Of course. I am yours alone, Winifred Castillo. Until the end of all things.”
Fred’s eyes filled with tears as she felt a warmth spread beneath her palm. That same bluish-gold light from before shone beneath her hand and pulsed up her arm to her neck where he marked her.
When she lifted her hand Callius’ grin grew even wider. Right there on his chest, where she had seen a mark earlier, was a rose just like hers. Only it was larger. A blue gold rose the size of her hand just above his heart.