Page 66 of Kiss of Frost

“Holy shite,” Callum gasped, rolling onto his back next to me. “That was intense.”

I nodded, unable to form words just yet. On my other side, Graeme propped himself on one elbow and looked down at me with a serious expression in his pale blue eyes.

“How are you, lass? Was it…okay?”

I stuffed my exhaustion away and sat up. He followed suit and I leaned in, cupping his face in my hands and kissing him deeply. I felt his jolt of shock at first, but then his muscles relaxed and he returned my kiss with equal passion. As we eased apart, I traced my fingers along his jawline. “It was more than okay,” I said. “It was perfect.”

He ducked his head, a grin breaking across his face, and it was so adorable I wanted to swoop him up and cuddle him. But he was nearly seven feet tall and more than twice my weight, so I settled for leaning back in and kissing his cheek.

“Ahem,” Callum said behind me. When I turned, he lounged against the pillows with his legs crossed at the ankle. He pointed to his face. “You missed a spot, lass.”

I rolled my eyes, but I knew my grin matched Graeme’s as I leaned forward and pecked him. He grabbed me around the waist and dragged me onto his lap.

“We need a word better than perfect,” he said, his green eyes twinkling. “You’re the nerd. You can think of one.”

“I’m not a nerd!”

“Uh-huh.” He looked at Graeme, and the mischief in his eyes slid into something more heated. “It’s early yet. We should go down to the caldarium and clean up so we can get each other all dirty again.”

“We should sleep,” I said. “We have no idea what we’ll face when we approach the Oracle tomorrow.”

“You worry too much.”

“You don’t worry enough.”

Callum looked at Graeme. “You’re the tiebreaker. What’s it going to be?” Callum tipped his head toward me. “Boring bath and bed?” He winced when I punched his shoulder. “Or bath, delicious fuck, another bath, and then bed?”

Graeme looked out the window. When he turned back, his gaze drifted down my body. “If we move quickly…”

“Ha!” Callum squeezed my waist. “I’ll wash your back, witchling.”

“You’re impossible,” I said, but as Graeme rose and tugged me from the bed, I was glad Callum won.

Chapter Twenty-One

CALLUM

“I’m not sure how I feel about this,” I grumbled.

Georgie and I stood in the castle courtyard with the morning sunlight streaming around us. We waited for Graeme, who was banking the fire in the Great Hall before we left for the Oracle. A light snow fell, but the weather was calm. Graeme expected an easy flight north. He also expected me to get there by riding on his back.

“Does it really bother you that much?” Georgie asked as she tucked her chin and closed the top fastening of her barasta. After we’d returned from the caldarium last night, she spent the evening chanting under her breath, reinforcing the spells in the embroidery and generally making the atmosphere in the tower chamber creepy as hell.

Fastening closed, she looked up. “Callum?”

I grunted as I stared at her breasts.

She grasped my jaw and forced my gaze up. As she studied me, her purple eyes widened. “Oh wow, this really does bother you.”

I tugged from her grip and huffed. “It’s emasculating.”

Her brow furrowed. “But…” Suddenly, pink tinged her cheeks.

“What?” I asked, but I had an inkling where her thoughts had strayed. I folded my arms. “You think because I bottom for Graeme that I should have no problem climbing on his back when he’s in dragon form.”

“I…” The pink deepened. “No! I mean, I didn’t mean—”

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” I said, grinning.

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