Chapter 108: Thirty.

Colt lay ensconced in her bed, waking up slowly. She was shrouded in the most deliciously weighted heat, she had ever experienced, and her whole body felt sublime. She arched her back in both directions, before stretching out her shoulders, all of which led to the discovery that the source of warmth was strongest behind her. Pushing herself further back against the source, she was gratified by a warm arm moving up from her hip, to wrap around her waist and secure her tighter against the hard warmth behind her. Before it slowly blazed a trail higher on her abdomen, till it stopped on her rib cage brushing against the underside of her bare breast, and sending a burst of arousal through her body.

"Mmmm," Colt moaned out loud over the top of her purrs, as the hand began to lightly caress across her ribs. It was a cross between a tickle and a stroke, and it felt divine against her skin.

"Morning, Love," Calum spoke in a deep husky voice, before affectionately kissing the back of Colt's shoulder.

Colt froze, her eyes flying open, that delightful heat was Calum pressed naked against her. Suddenly the events of last night came rushing back to the forefront of her mind. They must have shifted back in their sleep, and now they were naked, pressed against one another, and she could feel every delightfully torturous, hardened inch of his body, scorching against her own.

Calum was still lazily caressing her ribs, as she gulped loudly. All her purring had ceased when she realised her predicament, and she nervously tested out her voice.

"We.. We seem to be, naked," Colt stated awkwardly.

Calum pressed his lips to her shoulder again, "That we definitely are," he spoke against her skin sending a shockwave of small shivers across her shoulder as he did so, "I like you naked, in my arms, and grinding against me. It has to be the best way I have ever woken up." He said with a lazy smile.

"What?" Colt asked in disbelief, "I was not!" She exclaimed, pulling away from his reach to lie on her back, deliberately not touching him anywhere, and hoping it would help her think of a way out of this situation.

"You bloody were!" Calum laughed at Colt's embarrassment, his hand instinctively reaching over to slide across her stomach and pull her back towards him. Calum was not ready to be physically separated from her at all. He instantly missed her soft skin, and wanted more of it against his own body again.

Colt stopped his hand before he could grab around her waist, "Will you stop that!" She spoke, revealing how flustered she felt, by the contact between them.

However, Calum just twisted his hand around her furthest away one and yanked it back towards the far side of himself, "No. I won't." He smirked, showing his satisfaction with their new position, by beginning his own loud purr.

Colt had landed with a thump, sprawled across the top of Calum. He released her hand only to move both of his own to the small of her back and lock her in place against him.

"Let me go," Colt moaned, annoyed at him, as she began to push up against his chest. That was until his eyes drifted down between them, widening at the view, and she noticed the pleased smirk on his face as she almost swung her breasts up and into his face.

Reluctantly she lowered herself slightly with a small growl, trying in vein to wriggle against him.

"See, I knew you didn't mean it," Calum stated, smiling wickedly as his hands began to travel further south towards her backside.

"Calum Macgregor, if your hands go anywhere near my ass, I swear to all that's holy, it will be the last thing they ever touch!" Colt hissed out annoyed, and frustrated, "Now, let go!"

Calum paused momentarily, a look of consideration passing across his face, before he replied mischievously, "I think that's a sacrifice I can gladly make," and his hands began to slowly travel further down her back.

"Don't you dare!" Colt shrieked as she began to thrash about in an attempt to escape.

But, Calum only laughed at her, tightening his grip before using her momentum against her, and flipping them both over so he was now on top of her and the covers were thrown from them altogether. Colt's hands were pinned to the bed beside her shoulders, and Calum's eyes hooded over with lust at the sight of her beneath him.

"Now, what were you saying, Love?" He asked as he lowered his head and began to place feather light kisses along her collar bone.

Colt struggled to contain her moans under Calum's attention. How much she wanted to just give in to him and wrap her legs up and around his waist. But, her rational brain was in play today, not her instinctual one, and she gave Calum one last chance.

"Stop it, and get off of me now." She breathed out heavily.

She felt him smile against her neck, his teeth playfully nipping at her delicate skin, "When I finally have you where I have dreamt about? Flushed and panting heavily beneath me. No chance, Love." He responded in a breathless whisper of his own, before he used his stubble to mark her with his own scent just as she'd done to him the night before.

"I warned you." Colt stated, as she swiftly brought the knee which was trapped between his legs upwards, and thrust it into his groin.

"Fuck!" Calum hissed as he recoiled back and Colt pushed him completely off herself, with a smirk. "No means no, Sweetie," she teased him, using his distracted state to get out of bed and wrap her robe about herself.

Grabbing clothes for after her shower she looked at her mate, lying flustered on the bed, and still recovering from her administrations. "I'm going for a shower. Be a Dear, and be dressed when I return, I'd like to remove the smell of fish from my bedroom," she stated coldly, while pointing at his clothes in the corner.

When she left him he was still wheezing, curled up in the bed and unable to speak.

Thirty minutes later a very annoyed Colt stepped out of the shower, or rather, a very frustrated Colt. No matter how hot she cranked the damn thermostat on the shower control she felt cold, like there was only one type of heat that would satisfy her. Not that she would allow herself to indulge in that particular desire. She just couldn't risk it.

She made her way through the hazy bathroom and opened the window up to let some of the steam out, before standing in front of the mirror and wiping it down, to check the state of her neck.

"Calum Macgregor!" She shrieked, when she seen the reddened scratches along her collar.

Colt knew it was a territorial thing, the way he had lain his scent across Elijah's mark, and she knew it couldn't be easy for him to see it on her neck, regardless of the tattoo she was sporting over the top. But, what she didn't know was if this was enough to flare up Elijah's side of the mate bond and do him harm. The thought of which still upset and worried her, in every conscious moment she was spending with Calum.

Colt couldn't risk someone else for the sake of her happiness, she never had been able to do that, it just wasn't who she was. But the more time she spent with Calum, the more she realised it wasn't just her happiness she would be sacrificing, it would be his as well. That thought had also started to torment and plague her thoughts, just as much as all the other obstacles that fate had thrown in their way, were bothering her.

Thoroughly annoyed, she dried herself quickly and threw on her clothes and tied up her hair, before storming downstairs to the sounds of Felix in the kitchen.

When she entered the room the lion turned to look at her, his face lighting up with mirth as his nose began to twitch.

"Success then? You finally made a man out of him then, Kitten," he chuckled.

"Not funny. Has he gone?" Colt asked, taking the raspberry tea Felix offered her.

"No, hasn't come down yet," Felix smirked, "You must have really tired him out."

Colt sighed exasperated, "Pussy cat, enough. You of all people know exactly why I can't. So drop it!" She looked at him with a pained expression.

Felix's brow furrowed in recognition of what Colt meant. "You really think it would be an issue?" He asked her.

Colt slung back her tea, allowing it to scorch her throat on the way down before she answered. "I really think, I'm not in a position to take the chance," she said slamming her cup on the side and wincing when it cracked.

"Not willing to take the chance on what issue exactly, Love?" Calum asked, walking silently into the kitchen, while wearing a frown and a poorly concealed limp.

Author's Note... Silly Calum...