“You can call me Cal. Caleb was what my guardians called me when I was in trouble.”
I smiled at the thought. By the look of him, I imagined that Cal got himself into quite a lot of trouble over the years. “Okay, Cal.” I shifted down slightly, twisting to move his hand onto my breast. “I like it when you touch me.”
Cal moaned and covered my breast with his palm, taking my suggestion and putting his own spin on it as he moved his fingers over my aching nipple. “We are destined to be together, Morgan. That’s why you feel so comfortable with me.”
Less talking, more sexy. I nodded as I ran my hand down his chest, my mind dimly registering that he was telling me something I’d recently heard. When was it? I tilted my face up closer to his, and he took the cue again, reading my actions as well as my mind. He lowered his lips to mine, electrifying me with pleasure as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and slowly began to caress me from within.
Yesssss, that’s what I need.
I had never felt this way before, my body aching from a mere touch. Never had I wanted a man as much as I wanted Cal.
It was that thought that shattered over me, as his hand moved from one breast to the other. It was that thought that had me pulling away from him. It was the psychic—she was the one who had said those words. Two men, destinies entwined—how would I know who was the right one?
I jolted, eyes wide, brain suddenly snapping to attention. That settled it. This was no dream.
He looked down at me, a frown on his face, his teasing fingers halted. “What’s wrong?”
“I thought I was dreaming.” I stiffened, and started to pull away, mourning the loss of his touch as I did.
Cal captured my fingers in his massive hand and brought them to his lips, the tension in my body leaving as suddenly as it had come. “It’s okay. You don’t have to fight it.”
Cal continued to kiss my fingers, one after the other. Drugging me with lust, turning me into a puddle of want.
I forced myself to pull back, needing to put a stop to this before it went too far. The psychic’s words echoed eerily in my thoughts. There were two men—well, one werewolf and one man. I shuddered, remembering Lazarus. Where was the choice? My heart beat faster as Cal released my hand and moved his lips to trail along my neck, his soft touch almost unhinging my train of thought once again.
“I can’t do this.” I swallowed before continuing. “As much as I really, really freakin’ want to right now. I can’t. Not when so much doesn’t make sense to me. I’ve been down this road before. Can’t deal with another broken heart.”
Cal paused in his kissing, his lips resting on my collarbone. When he pulled himself up to look at me, the frown had returned and I knew that I’d effectively ruined the moment.
“You don’t have to worry, Morgan. I’m not going to hurt you.” He turned me around so that my back fit against his torso and once again began his gentle caresses along my skin, lightly trailing down my arm.
I wanted to argue. I wanted to protest—to extricate myself, put some distance between us, but I suddenly found myself so tired, so deeply tired that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. The last thing I heard before slipping into sleep was Cal whispering something I couldn’t quite make out.
Chapter Eight
Introductions
I cracked my eyelids open to discover the sun’s bright rays streaming into the room and a teenage girl seated across from the bed.
“Oh, did I wake you?” Her voice was sweet, but it held undertones of mischievous delight.
I glanced over at the now open blinds and cocked an eyebrow in her direction, but she was already off the chair and bouncing around the room like a pinball, opening the closet door, shifting books on the shelf, nudging my duffle bag that still sat on the floor.
“So, you’re like, Cal’s Huntress, right?”
I frowned. Huntress?
The girl turned to look at me when I didn’t answer. “Oh, shit…I mean, shoot. He hasn’t told you anything yet, has he?” She grimaced. “Sorry, didn’t mean to spill the beans.” She closed the drawer she’d been snooping in and moved back toward the bed, her hand stretched out in front of her. “I’m Candy.”
I sat up and clasped Candy’s hand. “Um, nice to meet you, Candy. I just got here.”
Candy pulled her hand away and smiled. “Yeah, you’ve been asleep for ages. A whole day and night. You must have been tired.”
I frowned again. Had I really been asleep that long? Candy was rooting through my duffle bag now. Apparently, the kid had some issues with personal space.
“Do you live here?” I asked.