Say My Name

by R K Knightly

  "Col, baby," Blake interrupted. "Not your business, and certainly not the time to bring it up."

  "Right, I'm zipped," Colleen said, miming zipping her lips and tossing out the key.

  "If only," Trace grumbled, rolling his eyes.

  "That's not all," Liam said, moving forward. "As you all know, Jeremiah Bluth, formerly of Plumbrook, is her rightful mate. We all know how that turned out." His eyes scanned the group, who all nodded back. "He also now knows that Elle is here."

  There was a chorus of cursing, muttering, and how did this happens.

  "I went to visit with Jeremiah this morning about his close proximity to our pack borders," Liam continued. "He smelled Elle on some documents, and now he's aware of the fact I intend to keep her here with us. I also made him aware of the fact that it was a definite possibility that she would be my Luna. He wants her back and has said as much. To mate or to torture? That I do not know. But as I have marked her and she has agreed, he will not have her."

  Liam stood up tall from his bent position and walked over to Blake.

  "Set up a meeting for the whole pack for this Sunday afternoon," he told Blake. "I will make the announcement of a new Luna then. Trace, I need you in constant contact with patrol. They will need to be reinforced and doubled in case of attack. Caleb, I will need you to start training the younger members of the pack. I don't want to do it, but it may come down to using them if Jeremiah is stupid enough to attack. Anyone 16 and above is to train, male and female, all the way down to Omega."

  They all muttered their acquiescence, their eyes cast down as their Alpha commanded them.

  "They will not touch the Luna of Plumbrook," Liam announced loudly. "They will not get my mate."

  Chapter 17

  Liam’s bedroom looked strange to Elle, not at all like the room she was used to sleeping in. It was more masculine and smelled of Liam's heavenly, musky aroma. Sandalwood and spice.

  Slipping off her clothing, she stood in her panties and bra before grabbing a silky pajama set. It was light pink with short shorts and a camisole-style top. It was something that Colleen had picked up for her when she had gone shopping.

  She could still hear Liam on the phone with his father, though she couldn't tell what they were discussing. Instead, she grabbed a book that she had been reading and pulled the comforter and sheets down on the bed to slip under them. They were cool against her skin and she shivered a bit.

  Elle couldn't tell how long she had been reading for before she realized the house was silent of chatter. She dog-eared the page she was reading and put the book down onto the nightstand before pulling the covers back over her body and closing her eyes.

  All was silent except for the swish of fabric and Liam's heavy footsteps on the wood. Then the stairs. They walked slowly to the bedroom door before the light from the hallway caused Elle to open her eyes just slightly and look at the figure in the door. It was definitely Liam, and he turned off the light in the hall and silently slipped inside the bedroom.

  "You awake?" he asked, his voice soft.

  "Yes."

  "I usually sleep naked or in boxers, so I hope you don't mind if I wear just the latter in bed with you," he told her.

  "Liam, you made me come earlier today by dry-humping me, then stripped yourself naked in front of me," she told him wryly. "I think I'm okay with whatever you do or do not wear to bed."

  He chuckled. "You were uncomfortable when I stripped, though."

  "Well, it was the first time seeing you naked and you're...well, even only half-hard you were huge," she told him, thankful the light was out so he couldn't see her blush.

  "Did...did Jeremiah ever-" his throat caught on the words.

  "He made me go down on him," Elle said softly. "He took me in the ass. He liked the pain it brought to me. He never wanted to give me anything that would bring me pleasure."

  There was a growl. Liam's.

  "I don't regret it, being marked by you," Elle told him. "If only my true mate could have been as kind, as giving as you are, I-"

  "No more talk of Jeremiah," Liam told her.

  "You brought it up."

  "I shouldn't have," he said tossing his jeans into the hamper. "It still smells of sex in here."

  "I can put the hamper downstairs."

  "Wouldn't matter," he told her. "It's on the sheets. It...it's making me hard."

  He climbed onto the other side of the bed and slid under the sheets, cozying up behind Elle, his firm chest pressing against her back.

  "I can change the sheets if you like," she offered, feeling his erection as it pushed up against her ass.

  "Hmm...that wouldn't matter either," he told her, his lips at her ear. She closed her eyes. "You're in bed with me and that alone is enough to get me rock hard for you."

  Elle forced herself to be brave, turning over so she was facing him.

  "I can...take care of that for you," she told him softly.

  "Elle, no," he told her, frowning. "You will never have to do anything with me you don't want to, and I don't want you to feel compelled to either."

  She looked up at him, his dark lashes fanning over the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen.

  "And what if it's what I want, too? Would you deny me the pleasure of bringing you pleasure?"

  Liam hesitated, his lips opening slightly as if to speak. He wanted nothing more than her hands on his body, her mouth – but he didn't want it to feel forced. Not after Jeremiah.

  "I'm following you, Elle," Liam told her, cupping her chin and then kissing her softly on her lips. "If your hand or your mouth on my cock makes you happy, I'll let you have at it. But don't feel the compulsion to please me just because it was something you were forced to do before this. I don't want that, don't want you in any way associating me with him."

  Her lips brushed against his.

  "But I want to," she whispered lightly, drawing a tortured groan from him.

  "Fuck, you are a tempting little minx," he told her on another deep groan.

  She smiled at him as if he had complimented her.

  "Take off your boxers," she said, her voice soft and a little raspy. "Please."

  "Shit," Liam muttered, pulling his boxers off and tossing them to the floor.

  "I'm not that good with my hands," she told him. "But I'm quite skilled with my mouth and my...tongue."

  Liam was so hard he could chop wood with his dick.

  "Lay on your back for me," she ordered him softly.

  Watching him stretch his hard body out across the bed, Elle felt a pang deep in her sex. He was in the perfect position to mount him, to place her legs over him and sit down, take him deep inside her.

  The thought startled her. She hadn't felt anything but dread when thinking of sex since Jeremiah took her after the first week she had been with him in his bed. Only fear had bloomed when she thought he would mark her, mate her, make her his completely. None of that existed here, in Liam's bed. It felt odd and so right at the same time.

  Grabbing the bull by the...balls, Elle did straddle him, first bringing her mouth to his, kissing him deeply and letting his tongue slide into her mouth to tangle with hers. His hands dug into her hips, kneading the flesh there and sliding up to cup her breasts. His thumbs brushed her nipples, pulling them into points and then up to her face, cupping her there as their mouths moved against each other’s.

  "Elle," he whispered huskily, his eyes opening as she pulled her mouth from his.

  Her lips dragged down his chin, over his collarbones. Soft and wet, her tongue flicked out at a nipple, then the other before winding a path down his trim torso. Liam's stomach quivered, tightened, and her fingers skimmed the path of her lips as she went.

  Face to face with his cock, which was rigid against his taut abdomen, she looked up at him. He was larger than Jeremiah, though she could have guessed that from earlier that afternoon. It would be a task to take him all in, but not an unpleasant one.

  Her tongue darted out, tasting the head
of his dick and drawing a hiss from Liam. She swirled her tongue around the flared rim of it, taking in the salty tang of pre-cum dripping from his tip.

  "Hell!" Liam growled out once her warm lips wrapped around the crown of his cock.

  She sucked at his head, feeling it strain and twitch between her lips. She slid lower. Lower. Taking in inch by inch of smooth, hard...

  "Mmm," she moaned around him, sending a flurry of nerve endings to fire up under Liam's skin. Heat sizzled in his veins and his fists clenched at the sheets at his sides.

  Her hands raked down his thighs, gentle at first, then harder before bringing one hand up to cup his balls. They were tight, drawn up already, and she knew it wouldn't take long for him to come.

  Her hand fisted him at the base of his cock, gripping tight in slow jerks, coming up on his shaft as her lips glided upward in tandem. Mouth sliding up and down with her hand, wet with her saliva, she moved faster over him, bringing him close, so close until he was barely holding back.

  "Elle, sweetheart – I'm gonna fucking come," he rasped out.

  She gave no sign of hearing him except to move faster, bringing him even closer to releasing. Her mouth hummed around him again, and she felt him grow more rigid in her mouth.

  "Baby, you gotta – oh, shit! Gotta move before I...oh, fuck," he choked out.

  Her hand and head were moving urgently up and down him, coaxing him to come, to spill inside her mouth as her tongue flattened against him, barely able to move as it wrapped around him again and again.

  "Elle...love," he pleaded, almost sounding pained. She moaned around him again and her hand planted firmly on his thigh, squeezing slightly. She looked up at him, his face tight with pleasure, his jaw twitching with barely contained desire.

  "Elle, move away now if you don't want my load shooting straight down your throat.” His voice was thick and he was barely able to push the words out.

  She kept sucking at him and he couldn't hold back.

  He shot deep in her mouth with a cursing groan and felt as her throat closed, again and again, swallowed every drop he spilled. When he was done, he took long breaths, shivering as he felt her lick him clean.

  "Better?" she asked, looking up at him from his pelvis, her tongue flicking out to catch one last drop.

  He didn't speak, only pulled her up to him so she was atop him, straddling him again.

  "Fuck, you're amazing," he told her before kissing her deeply, desperately. "Never came so hard and fast my whole life. Not even..."

  His voice trailed off. It wasn't the time to speak of previous mates, deceased or not.

  "That couldn't have been very enjoyable for you," he told her, kissing her lips again, softer this time. Almost placating. "You didn't get anything out of it."

  "Says you," she said, smiling down at him. "You taste good, not like..." And she too faded out.

  They lay in silence, her soft, light body up against his as he stroked her back.

  "Elle, I..." He paused briefly, choosing his words. "I want to taste you, too. Want to have you come in my mouth, taste you on my tongue."

  Her eyes met his, a little confused.

  "You mean...what do you mean?"

  "I want to eat your pussy, baby," he told her, running his hands through her hair. "I'll make you feel good. It...it's not tit for tat. I really can think of nothing better right now than to have your thighs wrapped around my head while I sucked your sweet little clit up between my lips and tasted you."

  She squirmed on him, aroused.

  "I've...never done that," she told him. She wasn't saying no, nor were the words indicative of a yes, and the question drew out the awkward silence in the room.

  "I'd like to be the first," he coaxed. "Right now."

  She thought for a moment and spoke.

  "Okay," she said.

  He immediately flipped them over, pulling her camisole up her chest and over her head as he did so. His mouth immediately latched onto on one of her nipples as he sucked it in. Her hips rolled, gyrating against him as his mouth hungrily worked her breasts between his lips with head-spinning suction on them. As he sucked, he pulled off her bottoms, panties along with them. One, then the other nipple was teased before slowly working his mouth across her belly, licking a line down to her lower abdomen.

  His nose drank in the heady scent of her arousal before he parted her sex with his thumb and licked a slow line up her slit. She shivered and he did it again, enjoying her response.

  "Liam...wha-oh!"

  His mouth sucked at her clit, bringing it into his mouth while his fingers played with her hole.

  "You're so wet for me," he murmured before lapping at her again, pulling every ounce of her enjoyment into his mouth. "And so, so sweet."

  That was a pleasant surprise. She tasted sweet, like strawberries. And he dipped his head down to thrust his tongue inside her sweet cunt, enjoying not only her flavor, but the grip her walls had on him. She would be perfect once they mated. Tight, warm, wet. His dick twitched again, rousing from its dormant state to half-awake. He cupped his balls, squeezing them to try and remind they already had their turn. This was for Elle.

  Her hips rocked against his mouth, smearing her wetness over his face as his tongue darted in and out of her. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pulled them over his shoulders, letting him feast deeper inside her before flicking back up to her clit. He swallowed, pulling her taste into his throat, groaning as his tongue lashed back and forth on her clit, up and down, side to side.

  He pulled her fleshy little bud into his mouth again with a pop and her hands darted to his hair, soft and silky. She moaned and her hips moved faster, faster, chasing her release.

  "Liam," she moaned, her hands weaving through his hair, tangling and pulling gently at the strands. He didn't respond, only adding suction, causing her to cry out. Her moans got louder, fanning out across the room until she was practically bucking her hips up into his face, so close to her release she could scream.

  "Li-oh, I'm coming!" she cried out as her orgasm washed through her, spreading from between her hips outward in heavy waves of pleasure.

  He licked her slowly through her orgasm, feeling her tiny, quivering clit pulse against his tongue, making him wish she was squeezing his cock. Liam crawled up her body, placing kisses on her skin as he settled between her bare thighs once more.

  He kissed her mouth once, twice. Again, until she was almost breathless with need and he rolled onto his side, running a gentle hand up and down her body between her chest and lower abdomen.

  "You want children, right?" he asked, his head cradled in his propped-up hand.

  "Yes, I love children," she said. "Always have."

  "How many would you like me to give you?" he asked. His hand lingered on her flat belly. He hoped the answer wasn't just one. Or two. He hoped she wanted lots.

  "As many as I can handle," she said with a smile. "I don't have a number in mind, but I'd like at least three. Or maybe a better answer is, as many as it takes until you get a son."

  He chuckled. "A son would be nice," he said. "Someone to take over when I'm done being the boss. I'm just glad you want more than two. I always wanted a big family even though it was only my sister and me growing up."

  "How long do you want to wait to start having them?" she asked, rolling over to face him and cradling her head in her hands.

  "I wouldn't want to wait at all," he said honestly. "I know you're young, only 18, Elle, but I'm 24 and I was ready to have kids years ago with my first mate. You know how that turned out. Even if she had taken her medications, it...the types of meds she was on were not very conducive to procreation. Too high a risk that one of the babies would have issues from the meds. Defects. I feel like I've been waiting forever." He shook his head. "I don't want to wait, but I will if you want to."

  Elle looked up at him, pondering his words.

  "I don't want to wait either, though I know I'm young," she said. "My mother had my oldest sibling at 19, and I kno
w I can handle it. And I have you to help out, right?"

  Liam smiled down at her before pressing his lips to her forehead.

  "I'm not the type of man who expects his woman to bear his children and then leave her to raise them alone," he told her. "I want to be a part of their rearing, a part of their lives every step of the way. If I fuck up, I fuck up. The more kids we have, the less chance I have of repeating the same mistakes. If you want three babies, fine. If you want a hundred...well, I'll see what I can do about that."

  Elle laughed, a musical tinkle of giggles that lit up Liam's face in turn.

  "But for now, I'd like you to do me a favor tomorrow," he said.

  "What's that?" she asked.

  "Promise me you'll try?"

  "Of course," she responded. "What is it?"

  "Promise me you'll try and sing for me."

  Chapter 18

  Waking up warm and cradled in Liam's arms, Elle noted that she was still naked, still bare. His left hand was cupping her breast while the other was pressed against her flat tummy. Its position made her think about the conversation they had the previous night before going to sleep.

  As comfortable as she was, her bladder begged for relief and Elle was able to slip out of bed with minimal disruption to the Alpha's sleeping position.

  Closing the bathroom door behind her, she relieved herself and washed her hands, deciding to brush her teeth before turning on the water for a shower.

  As soon as the soothing heat of the water hit her skin, she sighed. She tested her vocal cords by gently humming. The sound was a bit rough, but only because it had been a while since she had attempted to sing, and it was morning. Her voice was always a little throaty when she first woke up.

  Sometimes while at home in Jeremiah's house, she had hummed a little or attempted to sing, but she was usually too frightened that he would come home unannounced and yell at her. Anything seemed to set him off. Humming, singing, speaking. Even a sigh could get him to cut a glare at her if it was ill-timed enough.