"Please Sam," Calliope whined, having long given up the pretense of using his full name. "Please make me come for you."
Her hand traveled into his long, black hair, careful to not tug on the braids he kept throughout the heavy length. Her other hand gripped the headboard, steadying herself on her knees while she rode his face.
Samael groaned against her pussy as she cried his name again, his tongue teasing her slit before diving in. He'd been taunting her forever, eating her like she was his favorite meal and then quickly tapering off, licking her languidly before he began again. Calliope couldn't take anymore teasing, holding his head to her body, determined to find her release.
Calliope rocked her hips, riding his tongue just as he'd taught her two weeks ago.
Had it only been two weeks? Calliope wasn't sure, she couldn't distinguish anything past the need rioting through her body, the pleasure that was never quite sated for him.
Samael. Her Sam. Calliope didn't care that she had so easily become one of the humans he'd warned her of when they'd first met. She didn't care about anything but the Fae beneath her and the pleasure he could bring. The loneliness he could ease.
"Please," Calliope begged again. Samael's eyes snapped open, the heated silver nearly melting her with one look. Hands gripped the globes of her ass and he pushed her down until she was smothering him. The bridge of his nose applied pressure to her clit while his tongue stiffened, fucking her just enough to cause a wave of ecstasy to tear at her insides.
Calliope shook above him, her hips jerking in his hold as she came on his tongue with a hoarse cry. Samael didn't stop as her orgasm tapered off, his strokes becoming rougher. He devoured her, and when her legs became too weak to hold her up any longer, he switched their positions.
Flat on her back, Calliope couldn't do anything other than sob his name into the room, writhing on the bed while Samael slurped at her cunt, cleaning up the mess he'd made of her pussy all the while creating another onslaught of arousal to pour from her. Wet noises filled the air and her cheeks heated, though she was long past feeling any true embarrassment in his presence.
Samael had taken her in any and every way imaginable, and if she hadn't known any better, Calliope would have assumed he was as enraptured with her as she was with him. He never strayed too far from her, not for any real length of time. And as much as he marked and claimed her body, Samael had been oddly endearing afterward. Always caring for her when they finished, always making sure she was fed and tended to.
Samael protected and treated Calliope as if he cared for her.
But that couldn't be true. Sam had told her that his kind always grew bored and moved on, that they never grew attached to humans.
So why hadn't he grown bored, yet? It had to be the bargain, surely, but Calliope refused to give up the small fluttering of hope that filled her heart. That told her Samael was hers.
"I can practically hear the wheels turning in your mind," Samael murmured hungrily, finally dragging himself away from her center. The lower half of his face was wet from her arousal and he licked his lips, his eyes hooded with lust. "What is it, my darling?"
The endearment emboldened her to speak her mind when she might have remained quiet.
Samael grabbed a cloth sitting on the bed, wiping his chin. He lay back on top of her, his naked body blanketing hers until he loomed above her. His knee slid between her thighs and his long hair created a dark enclosure around them, blocking out everything but his presence.
Calliope felt safe there and she cupped his face tenderly, watching as his eyes softened.
"When will you grow bored of me?" She blurted the question, cringing at the anxiety she could hear in her own voice. Samael shifted, his expression becoming unreadable. "I know-" she cleared her throat. "I know the Fae do not grow attached and it's foolish of me to claim that I haven't already. I just want to know when I should expect you to leave me."
She'd hesitantly broached the subject before and he'd blown her off, but Calliope was tired of waiting for his answer. For her peace of mind, she needed to know what to expect, when to expect it.
"It is much too soon for you to be with child, so our bargain is not yet complete," Samael stated, avoiding her question. It was something she noticed he did a lot. A Fae trait, Calliope assumed. He couldn't lie to her, so he found ways to skirt the truth when he could. It was clever, but she didn't want clever. She wanted honesty, not a cold façade he could so easily slip into like a second skin.
There was a darkness to Samael that often crept just below the surface, peering out often when he thought she was sleeping or when his lust for her grew too high. The very room would vibrate with a fierce, malevolent energy, something she'd felt each time in the woods when they'd met and each time he fucked her.
Calliope hadn't brought it up yet, and hadn't wanted to discuss what she'd sensed because Samael had never scared her. She'd told Samael she wanted him to be himself with her and she'd meant it. She didn't want him to hide from her, not ever.
"When I am with child," she began again, "will you wish for me to go back to my home? Or will I stay here until I give birth?"
Samael studied her, his eyes going cold and his body growing taut with tension. The same darkness she'd only just been recalling, fanned out around them, chilling her as Samael sat up, taking away what little warmth Calliope had left.
"I do not know what you wish my answer to be," Samael began, looking distinctly human as he turned from her, running a hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry for asking," Calliope said softly. "I know it's not my place. You told me from the beginning what would happen, and now... Now all I do is long for you, even when you're with me. The thought of never seeing you again, it makes me feel as if I can't breathe." She shrugged, doing her best to remain calm and collected.
"The longing you feel," Samael said eventually, choosing his words carefully. "Is not one sided."
Calliope sucked in a breath, unable to ignore the fissure of hope inside her.
"You long for me too?"
His sinewy body was kissed by the moonlight filtering through the windows, bathing him in an almost unholy glow against the darkness behind him. The sight of him was godlike, each chiseled muscle wreaking havoc on her senses until Calliope almost lost focus of their conversation.
Samael turned to her, inhaled deeply, and scenting her growing arousal. His shoulders relaxed and his eyes returned to their normal molten pool, his features hardening in a resolve that made her heart flutter in anticipation.
Samael took three large steps back to Calliope, grabbing her legs and dragging her to the edge of the bed.
"I need you, little mouse. 'Longing' is not a strong enough word for what I feel." He kissed the top of her knee before wrapping her leg around his waist, his cock brushing her entrance.
"Then have me," she whispered in answer, widening her thighs in invitation.
"I don't think you understand," Samael stated roughly, pinning her to the bed before he sank into her welcoming heat. He groaned, the vein in his neck standing out prominently.
Her breasts bounced with each pump of his hips until Samael leaned down, burying his face between them. He lifted her easily, taking two quick steps and slamming her back against a nearby wall. Calliope's legs were draped over Samael's muscular arms, bringing her knees towards her shoulders a second before he began fucking her hard into the wall. He showed her no mercy, each piston of his hips making her heart soar and her pussy spasm in delight as he used her body.
"Sam!" Calliope screamed his name, her cries of ecstasy nearly drowned out by the slapping of flesh. His mouth nipped and sucked her breasts, her nipples, anywhere he could reach, driving her crazy with want.
"You won't be parted from me ever," Samael snarled against her neck, sucking her flesh until it was raw. He released her skin with a pop, finding another target and latching on.
"I'm-" Calliope's body tensed, a soft wail passing her lips as her climax detonated inside her, making her vision blur.
Samael continued his furious strokes, fucking her through her climax until another built more quickly than before.
"I'll never be bored of you, Calliope." He bit her ear, sucking on the lobe a moment later. "Do you understand, little mouse?"
She shook her head as another orgasm nearly pushed her over the edge, her body shaking, both from pleasure and the truth in his words.
"I've decided you're mine, my darling. From now until the last of my days," Samael rasped. "I want you with me, always."
Calliope felt his words claim her as much as his body ever had, happiness chasing her orgasm until she broke apart in Samael's arms.
Hours later, Samael led Calliope from their room and into the center of the cottage. She was wearing one of his black tunics, the soft material falling to her knees as she took in the surprise he was leading her to. Her brows rose at the pile of wrapped packages that littered the nearest table.
"I didn't realize you'd gone out," she said softly, holding his hand as Samael stopped in front of an assortment of goods before them.
Samael shrugged. "I do not sleep as most do. More often than not, my mind wanders for days before I need rest. When that happens, I travel." He slid an arm around Calliope, pulling her into his embrace. "Sometimes I make bargains, other times I visit the human realm to sort unfinished business. I do not like to do so now that you're here. The thought of leaving you for more than an hour's time vexes me."
She raised a brow, staring at the pile in front of her. "Are you sure it does? This must have taken you hours to collect."
"I've been going out for the past few evenings, a little at a time. This is for you," Samael stated, for the first time since she'd met him appearing flustered.
"For me?"
"I want you to know that you are my priority, always. And the longing you told me you felt... I do not wish you to want for anything so long as I am with you." Samael handed her the first package, standing as still as a statue as Calliope slowly began to unwrap the gift he'd given her.
A gift..
She paused, turning toward him. "I thought you were never supposed to give Fae gifts. Is it different to receive them?"
He waved her away but she merely stood there, waiting for him to actually speak.
Samael smiled, seemingly pleased with her insolence. "We find it an insult to receive gifts from another unless it is something precious. Something that is irreplaceable. It is nothing taboo to receive a gift from our kind as long as the objects you receive are deemed precious." He fiddled with one of his braids. "I know your heart well enough, my darling, to know you would cherish any gift I bestowed upon you."
"You're very confident about that," she teased, knowing he was right. She tore into the package, her eyes widening at the dark velvet gown folded carefully within the paper. "Sam, I-" Calliope felt tears prick her eyes and she bit her lip to keep it from trembling.
"You don't like it," Samael stated, his mood turning dark. "Perhaps I should have taken you will me instead of assuming-"
"I love it," Calliope answered and his eyes slowly met hers. She could see the moment the truth in her words reached him and he nearly sagged in relief, kissing her forehead. Samael handed her package after package until an entire wardrobe fit for a queen was scattered throughout his cottage.
"I can't wait to see you wear each of these dresses," Samael admitted. "But I am more eager to take them off of you."
Calliope laughed, gently setting her newest item aside and hugging Samael.
"I'm not sure I have a place to wear something so fine," she told him. "But, I'm more than happy to wear these around the cottage any time you want."
"That is another thing I wished to discuss with you," Samael said contently, kissing the crown of her head. "This cottage is merely a waypoint for me. My home lies within the Winter Court. My brother rules there, and it has been too long since I returned home."
"And you want me to go with you," Calliope supplied, hope rising in her voice.
Samael snorted, the sound uncharacteristic for him, but more than welcomed. "And I want you to go with-"
"Yes," she all but shouted, excitement coursing through her veins. "I've never heard of the Winter Court before, or any of them, really." Calliope bit her lower lip. "Will a human be welcome there?"
"No one will deny you, my darling. You are mine and I am yours," Samael stated with conviction.
"That wasn't a yes," she said softly, some of her excitement disappearing under his watchful gaze.
Samael cupped her cheek gently, planting soft kisses on her lips until she responded, opening up for him.
"I'll ensure that those who don't welcome you as you deserve are treated accordingly, my darling." Calliope shivered at the threat in his words.