Broken Bond

Chapter 16

VANESSA

“Just like that,” Callum murmurs, running his tongue over his teeth.

“Like this?” I breathe.

“Yeah.” His gaze is so intense that it feels like it’s searing my skin.

My heart pounds.

The corner of his mouth ticks up. “Fucking gorgeous.”

My cheeks burn as Cal’s eyes drop back down to the page of his sketchbook, his pencil scratching against the page. A crease forms between his brows as he works, his gaze constantly flickering between me and the page in front of him. 1

I can’t complain about the view. He’s seated in a chair at the end of the bed, clad only in his boxers with all that mouthwatering lean muscle on display. I drink him in, mapping out the tattoos on his thighs and forearms, wondering if I’ll inspire the next work of art he inks on his skin.

“So am I your muse now?” I joke, still diligently holding my pose.

His lips draw into another smile, his eyes returning to mine. “What makes you think you haven’t been for weeks?” 2

My heart stutters in my chest, skipping a beat.

He always says the right things. I’m falling head over heels for Callum Conway, which is why after he brought me home yesterday morning, I returned here last night. He’s all

I could think about while I worked my shift at the lodge- I couldn’t wait to get back to him. I know it’s reckless to jump in with both feet like this, but something about me and Cal feels undeniably right. So I’m jumping, trusting he’ll catch me.

The scratching of his pencil resumes and I press my thighs together tightly, still feeling the ache between them from our morning romp in his sheets. I should be satiated, but kneeling here on the end of his bed while

held captive under his stare has me feeling all hot and bothered again, aching for him to put his hands on me. Or his tongue…

“Almost done,” Callum mutters, as if he can read my dirty thoughts. He hits me with a wicked grin, pulling his lower lip between his teeth and cocking his head. Then he drops his gaze to the paper again and continues sketching, that little crease reappearing between his brows and a lock of hair flopping down over his forehead.

Damn he’s sexy. My heart continues thumping against my ribcage, a steady thrum starting between my legs as my mind drifts to the way he ravaged me last night and again this morning. My lips part, my breath coming out in short pants as I squeeze my thighs together tighter.

“You’re killin’ me, babe,” Cal growls, his nostrils flaring as he pins me with a stare.

I bat my lashes. “What do you mean?” I ask, feigning innocence.

He sets his pencil down on top of his sketchbook, tucking a hand underneath it to adjust himself in his boxers. “What are you thinking about?”

“Last night,” I admit, darting my gaze away. “And this morning.”

Callum chuckles, shaking his head and setting his sketchbook aside. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only with you.”

The growl that rumbles in his chest and the appearance of silver flecks in his irises tells me his wolf likes that response.

“Can I see it?” I ask.

He grabs his hard-on through his boxers, arching a brow. “Didn’t you get a good enough look this morning?”

“I meant the drawing,” I laugh, plucking a pillow off the bed and chucking it in his direction.

Cal chuckles again, batting it out of the air and reaching for his sketchbook. He tosses it onto the bed beside me and I peer down at the page, my eyes going wide.

“Oh my gosh,” I breathe, picking it up to get a better look. I stare at the pencil sketch, completely in awe. “This is amazing, Callum,” I say softly, running my fingers over the drawing. I look up at him, meeting his turquoise eyes. “Can I keep it?”

He shrugs a shoulder. “Sure.” Then he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as a devious grin stretches his lips. “If you tell me what exactly you were thinking about that got you so worked up.”

An embarrassed blush stains my cheeks. 1

“C’mon,” he coaxes, leaning back and slowly stroking himself through his boxers.” I wanna know what turns you on.” 1

The way he’s looking at me has me feeling like I could combust. I blow out a shaky breath, running a hand through my hair. ” The way you touched me,” I say quietly.

He cocks a brow, a wicked glint in his eyes. ” Show me.”

I slide a hand down my belly, dropping it between my thighs. “Here,” I whisper. 2

Callum reclines back farther in his chair, wetting his lips with his tongue, his hand still stroking his thick cock through the fabric of his underwear. “Show me,” he repeats.

My heart feels like it’s about to pound out of my chest. My body’s on fire. His dirty talk is next-level, emboldening me to acquiesce to his every demand.

Still on my knees, I spread my thighs, dragging my panties to the side and brushing my fingertips along my bare slit. ” Like this,” I grit out, a shudder running through me as I start rubbing my clit.

His eyes are fixated on my ministrations, his hand dipping into his boxers. “Fuck,” he grunts, watching me with rapt attention.

“Let me see you, too,” I pant, nearly coming undone from the intensity of his stare alone.

He pulls his cock out, rock hard and thick in his grasp. His gaze lingers on the apex of my thighs as he strokes his hand up and down his length.

I continue touching myself, equally as enraptured by the way he fists his dick, his fingers flexing and his hand twisting slightly each time he reaches the crown.

So that’s how he likes it.

“Come here, sweet thing,” Cal murmurs, lifting his chin and beckoning me.

I drop to my hands and crawl toward him, feeling like a damn sex kitten as he watches me with lust- filled eyes. I slide off the end of the bed when I reach it, stepping toward his chair until we’re toe-to-toe.

His gaze rakes up my body like he’s trying to map every inch of my skin. Then he reaches out, my breath hitching when his fingertips graze my hips, curling around the waistband of my panties and

slowly dragging them down. I step out of them when they hit the floor, his hands landing on my waist and guiding me to stand over his lap, my legs straddling the chair.

He reaches down to grasp his length again, dragging the silky head along my drenched slit. I suck in a breath through my teeth when he rubs it against my clit in slow circles, teasing me, before sliding it back to notch at my opening. Then he pauses, his eyes meeting mine as if he’s asking for permission to continue.

Can’t he tell by the look in my eyes that I’m on fire?

I grip onto Cal’s broad shoulders, our gazes locked as I lower down into his lap, impaling myself on his cock. My body shudders at the intrusion and a choked sound leaves Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Callum’s lips. I smother them with my own, taking a moment to adjust to the stretch as I kiss him hungrily. His tongue laps against mine, his hands gripping my hips as I start to rock against him.

His fingertips dig into my flesh as I ride him in a slow grind, the friction of his pelvis against my clit driving me to new heights. His muscles tremble with his self-restraint, the muscle in his jaw ticking when I break the kiss to look into his eyes again.

“Stop holding back,” I breathe, cupping his tense jaw with my palm.

“Are you sure?” Callum rasps, a pained look in his eyes. His pupils are blown so wide that only a sliver of his blue-green irises is visible.

“Yes.” I press my forehead against his, grinding harder against him.

His grip tightens around my hips as he lifts me, slamming me back down on his dick. I cry out and throw my head back, my hands scrabbling against his shoulders as he starts thrusting up from below,

pounding into me with furious intensity. I gasp and moan as he fucks me harder, deeper, every punch of his hips hitting a spot inside me that has me seeing stars.

His rough hands slide up my sides, shoving my cotton bralette up to expose my bare breasts to him. A growl rumbles in his chest as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, biting down on the hardened bud and eliciting a needy moan from my lips. I bury my hands in his hair, tugging the strands while he continues pounding me, torturing my nipples with his tongue and teeth until I’m so close to the edge that I can hardly take it.

Then suddenly, abruptly, he grabs my ass with both hands, standing up from the chair and lifting me with him. I whine needily, afraid he’s going to stop, but the wicked look in his eyes tells me he’s nowhere near done with me yet. With his dick still buried inside me, he moves toward the bed, depositing me on the edge and dragging his tongue between the valley of my breasts before pulling back to stand over me. He presses a hand to the inside of each of my thighs, spreading me wide for him, and punches his hips forward with a brutal thrust.

“Callum!” I scream, fisting the sheets as my back arches off the bed.

“Yeah baby?” he pulls out halfway, then steals my breath with another hard thrust.

“Don’t stop!” I gasp.

A sinister smile stretches his lips, then he starts hammering into me at a savage pace, so hard and deep that it feels like he’s splitting me open. My pain and pleasure receptors get all jumbled in my brain, liquid fire coiling tightly in my belly. He presses his thumb against my clit, rubbing it in tight circles, and I explode around him.

Unintelligible moans leave my lips as my orgasm rips through me. Cal continues. ravaging my body as I come, hissing and cursing until he punches his hips forward in a final thrust, spilling inside me with his

own release. I don’t know if it’s aftershocks of my first climax or if I come again, but when I finally catch my breath, I’m trembling, so delirious that I barely remember my own name.

Callum pulls out and collapses on top of me, stroking my hair and kissing my face before rolling off and tugging me into his side. I rest my head against his chest, listening to the rapid thump of his heartbeat as I stroke my fingers along his tight ab muscles.

“That was…”

“Unexpected?” I breathe, a giggle bubbling up my throat. I push up on his chest, gazing down into his eyes. “So I get to keep the drawing?”

He chuckles, yanking me closer until my lips crash into his. He claims my mouth in a filthy hot kiss that makes got hundreds of sketchesy toes curl. “I’ve y’know,” he murmurs against my lips, and I can feel his own tighten in a grin. “You can have as many as you want if you always pay so… generously.”

I laugh, pulling away and pushing up against his chest with my palms, gazing down at him. “Oh yeah? Is that the going rate these days?”

He reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear. “Only for you.”

My heart constricts.

I lean down, peppering his broad chest with kisses. “Hey Callum?” I ask between pecks.”

About that dinner with your family…”

His body tenses, and when I push up to look at him again, his gaze is shuttered.

“I want to go,” I say.

He blows out a breath giving 21.

giving a little shake of his head. “It’s… not a good idea. My relationship with my family is complicated.”

“I know, you said that,” I reply, thinking back to our conversation in the truck when he took me home yesterday. He told me a little bit about the strained nship with his family and said they bring out the worst in him. “But…” I drag my lower lip between my teeth, running my fingertips along the sharp line of his jaw. “I still want to. I know seeing them will be tough for you, but that’s why I want to come. Let me be there for you.”

He sighs, wrapping his arms around my body and tugging me close. “You do have a way of calming me down,” he mumbles into my hair.

“So is that a yes?”

“It’s a maybe.”

I smile against his chest, snuggling in closer.

Good enough for me.