by R K Knightly
They were both quiet as they ate, Elle trying to cool herself by drinking lots of ice water, and Liam blinking over at her every few moments as her newspaper-fan waved back and forth.
"I think the fan in the kitchen is broken. It's hot as Hades in here," she finally said, blowing out a puff of hot air.
Liam blinked, his eyes narrowing a bit in speculation.
"Babe, it's nice and cool in here now," he told her, placing his knife and fork onto the plate.
"Are you kidding? I'm sweating bullets, Liam."
Liam's nostrils flared and he took a deep sniff before clearing his throat.
"You may be 'sweating bullets', as you say, but I'm telling you that has nothing to do with the room temperature in here," he told her.
"What?" She seemed a little perturbed, and her lips turned down in an adorable frown that, with the combination of her scent, had Liam's dick hardening in his jeans.
"You're in heat," he told her, getting up from the table and placing his plate in the sink. "It starts slowly, but pretty soon you'll be in pain, sweetheart. We need to mate before that happens."
"Shit," Elle mumbled beneath her breath. No wonder she felt like she was being broiled alive. She was surprised her skin wasn't as red as a lobster.
"Come on, angel," Liam told her, pulling her up from her place at the table. "I'll have just enough time to get you good and ready." He smiled down at her. "As you know, an Alpha's cock is a force to be reckoned with."
Elle gulped past the nervous lump in her throat and nodded. She wasn't nervous for anything except for the actual penetration. If his size wasn't so daunting, she would have spread her legs wide for him days ago.
Trace! Blake! Liam barked through the mindlink at the two of them.
'Sup?
Liam rolled his eyes at Trace's informal greeting.
Blake! Liam yelled louder through the link.
Fucking...dammit, Liam, you cock-blocking son-
Shut it, Blake, Liam told him before he could lose his temper. Elle is in heat. I am not to be disturbed unless the territory is being invaded or the Packhouse is going up in flames. Got it?
Yes, Alpha, they both said.
Finally. Maybe he'll be less crabby if he's getting pussy on the regular, Trace grumbled, still connected to the mindlink.
Link's still open, assclown, Blake told him.
Shit! Sorry, Alpha. Trace sounded contrite.
Not my fault you're such a whore, Liam told him. I'd rather fuck my mate over anonymous, temporary pussy any day of the week.
Amen to that, Blake said before cutting himself out of the link.
Assholes, Liam thought to himself.
I heard that! Trace growled out angrily.
I'm glad, seeing as how you were meant to, Liam threw back.
"Everything okay?" Elle was looking up at him, worried. The sweat on her brow had doubled, and she looked ready to pass out.
"Everything's fine," he told her, moving them along quickly with the gentle nudging of his right hand against the small of her back. "Just had to tell Blake and Trace I would be...indisposed."
Elle's face reddened ostensibly, and Liam at first wasn't sure if it was because of her heat, or the fact that those two probably knew they were going to mate within the very near future. Her next words confirmed his suspicions.
"The-they know what's going on?" she asked. Liam watched as a drop of sweat slipped down her face, dripped off her chin and onto the fabric of the light-yellow t-shirt she wore.
"They do," Liam confirmed. "But if it makes you feel any better, I cockblocked Blake at the same time."
Elle's lip twitched up in amusement. He was right. She did feel a little better knowing that she wasn't the only one that was about to get laid.
"You're still a virgin, right?" he asked her as they crossed the threshold to their bedroom. Elle had mentioned Jeremiah preferring to take her anally, but he wasn't sure about other penetration. Elle nodded at him and her breath came in short, raspy pants. Liam's smile widened. "Good. I mean, I know this isn't what you had originally thought your mating would be like, but I'm glad Jeremiah didn't take your pussy."
That's mine to take, he added silently in his head.
Her hand came up to his chest and Liam could feel it instantly through his shirt. She was burning up.
"I don't regret this, and I won't," she told him. "I'm glad he never tainted me. I'm glad I'm rid of him. It led me to you."
Liam's chest warmed and became full before he picked Elle up to his height. She wrapped her legs around him just as his lips came down on her neck, teasing her mark with soft nibbles of his teeth against the sensitive flesh there. Her mark had fully healed, but it would always be the most sensitive part of her body, save her genitals. On the other side of that, if anyone else besides her mate tried to touch her there, it would be painful. A mate's mark was sacred.
Liam turned and sat himself on the edge of the bed, already starting to pull her shirt from her body by the bottom. When he tossed it aside, Elle gasped, her head falling back as another blistering wave of heat ran throughout her body.
"Liam! Please touch me!" she begged, her voice breathless and strident. "It's the only thing that makes the pain better."
He quickly removed his shirt and tossed it aside, pulling her chest against him as he reached around to unsnap her bra. She was finally starting to fill it nicely and the more generous swells heaved with every movement of her chest. He turned them both over and onto the bed, Elle beneath him, her hips squirming and a rivulet of moisture trickling down between her breasts.
"Fuck, angel," he said as he looked down at her for a moment, drinking her in but putting space between them.
"Liam," she whimpered.
"Shit...sorry, sorry." His voice was a soft coo, completely unlike the dominant Alpha he was. "I know it hurts, but I just had to look at you." He took a breath, exhaling slowly before closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them back up, they were a surprising amber color instead of sparkling blue. His wolf was peeking out.
"You're fucking gorgeous, Elle," he told her, inhaling the heady musk of her arousal with a heavy breath, his lids fluttering closed again. When he opened them back up again, they were blue with a hint of grey. "Jeremiah was a fucking fool to let you go. And I'm one lucky bastard to have caught you." He lowered his head, sucked a nipple into his mouth and felt it harden against his tongue.
"Liam, please!" she cried out as she squirmed beneath him. She needed more of his touch. She needed everything he could give her.
He pulled away and quickly unbuttoned her pants, pulled them from her body in one swift movement and taking her panties with them. Her pussy glistened in the soft light of the room, making his dick throb and swell. He looked back at her face, breathing heavy.
"You trust me, angel?" he asked, voice bordering on a growl.
She nodded. "With my life. I wouldn't be here if I didn't."
The warm glow of her words lit up his chest like a match to a candle wick. In the wake of the soft glow, he lowered his mouth to hers and pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, groaning as he felt his dick get even harder. It had already felt impossibly hard beneath his black jeans.
"I'm going to make sure your pussy's one hundred percent ready for my cock, sweetheart," he told her, letting go of her lip slowly as he pulled back from her, dragging his teeth.
"Then I'm going to mate you so thoroughly it would be a miracle if I didn't have you soon pregnant with my child."
Chapter 20
Liam buried his face between Elle's thighs, groaning before lapping at her clit. She immediately felt cooler to the touch, though still sweaty and heated.
"Fuck...your pussy smells divine, sweetheart," he told her and sucked on her labia for a moment before thrusting his tongue inside her. Again, she felt her body temperature drop a bit, though it was still uncomfortable in the grand scheme of things.
Pulling his tongue out of her, he situated her in the middle of the
bed and shucked his jeans and boxers off before crawling once again between her legs. He looked up at her as he blew on her clit, causing her to shiver slightly.
"I'm eating this pussy until you come on my face, angel," he told her, again blowing gently across her sex. "Then I'm gonna take you nice and slow until you're used to me." He really didn't want to hurt her. The woman had been hurt enough, even for several lifetimes.
Elle started to nod her head, but just as his tongue met with her clit again and he sucked on it slowly, he fluttered his tongue against it before adding more suction. Elle threw her head back and Liam immediately felt her get wetter, hotter, though her skin was starting to cool from his touch.
The vibration of a groan against her sensitive flesh caused Elle to arch her back again and she ground her pussy onto his mouth.
"Don't be quiet, angel," he told her, pulling away for a moment, the heat of his breath licking at her core. "There's no one in this house to hear you but me and I need to hear your moans and cries."
Her sex clenched at his words and a soft mewl spilled from her lips as her head tilted back. He took her clit back into his mouth and sucked gently on it at first, adding suction and rolling his tongue around it. Her legs shook and tried to come together, but Liam used his large hands to keep her thighs held wide for him, though he tossed one of them over his right shoulder and planted a hand on it to keep her steady. With his free hand, he took one finger and parted her inner folds, feeling her quiver against the thick digit. Penetrating her slowly, it easily slid inside.
God, she was so wet. It made his dick harden further until his balls ached. With renewed vigor he knew he had to speed up, get her coming for him so he could fill her and take away the residual pain of her heat.
"Come on, angel," he commanded her between hard flicks of his tongue. "Come for me." He continued to flick his tongue against her, the strokes harder against the underside of her clit until she released with a gush over his lips.
Elle's accompanying cry echoed out in the room and was only softened when Liam's large hands stroked her thighs, soothing her receding burn.
With one last lap of his tongue, he crawled up her body, kissing the flesh of her torso on his slow journey upward. When he got to her neck, he bit softly down on the flesh of her mark and heard her gasp audibly. It was more sensitive now and would be even more so after they mated.
His hips moved against her, his cock sliding against the wet flesh of her sex before he grabbed the base and pointed it directly at her center.
"We do this and you are mine for life, Elle," he told her, dominance dripping from his words. "My life for you. If J–if he tries to take you from me, I have every right to take his life to spare yours. Are you sure you're okay with that?"
His cool blue eyes pierced hers, looking for any hint of trepidation. When he found none and she nodded back at him, he pressed the tip of his cock against her, feeling the muscles of her pussy straining against him. He parted her slowly, reveling in the feel of her tight, wet warmth. The difference in her body's core temperature was almost immediate, and he buried himself slowly to the hilt inside her.
"Ah...fuck, Elle," he groaned out once he was seated completely inside her. He felt like he was being sucked into her from the dick on in. Moving wasn't an option, her grip was so complete, and he sucked and lapped at her mark, hoping to relax her a bit. When she finally did, he pulled slowly out of her before pushing himself back in.
"Baby, you need to let me know how you want it," Liam told her, kissing her neck again. "Harder, softer. Faster, slower. I need to know so I don't hurt you and so that I can make you come."
She bit her lip and nodded her head frantically, moaning when he hit a spot deep inside her with the crown of his cock.
"Is it right there, angel? Is that that spot where it feels the best?" His dick rubbed her there again, causing a moan to spill from her lips.
"Y-yes, Liam," she told him, and he groaned as she said his name.
He slowly started to pump his hips faster, Elle's moans continuing to allow him to read her body, let him figure out what got her off, what was too much. With long, dragging strokes, his hips angled more and he hit her g-spot dead on. A few thrusts had her on the edge, and when she crashed over it, he could feel the drag of her pussy as it convulsed around him. It was almost enough to toss him over the edge of bliss as well, and he groaned into her ear before smoothing her hair back with his hands and kissing her lips. It was his method of distraction from coming too soon.
As he devoured the rest of her post-orgasm moans, he felt her arms wrap around his neck, coming up from his chest and over his shoulders to settle, tangled in his smooth black mane.
"Shit, angel," he grunted out. "You make me want to slam into you and claim what's mine. You are mine, aren't you, sweetheart?"
"Y-yes," she moaned out slowly, her hips rising to meet his as her eyes closed in bliss. "Yours. Always."
He groaned out again and felt his balls drawing up tight against his body. "Fuck, sweetheart, you're gonna make me come." Nothing was hotter than his little mate gladly submitting to him.
Her hips tilted and met with his as he continued to rock his body against her. He couldn't help but speed up just slightly, and Liam watched her face as he moved faster. Then more. And more. He was soon taking her harder than he thought he should, but there was no sign of any pain or hesitance on her face or in her sparkling eyes. While his hips slammed into her at a brutal pace, he tried to read her every emotion like a book. Each bite of a lip, every flutter of her eyelids, even the way her mouth opened minutely before taking in a deep, dragging breath.
"Tell me if it's too much, angel."
"No," she said immediately. "More. I need more."
His dick jumped inside her and he thanked his lucky fucking stars he had found her. He planned on keeping her always, ex-mate be damned. He would crucify Jeremiah before ever letting him have her. The sadistic bitch deserved far worse in his opinion.
Liam threw his hips into hers and felt as her legs shook and she started to swell and tighten around him. She was too fucking sweet, so wet, and damn it if he wasn't well on his way to being completely enamored with her.
"Oh...shit, Liam!" she cried out as her body tightened around him again. "I'm coming!"
He felt the first contractions of her sex around his dick and cursed. There was no way he wasn't going to follow her with the way she was milking him. He felt himself swell and then spill out into her, emptying the contents of his balls inside her with hot jets of his ejaculate. He let out a strangled sound from deep within his chest.
Liam thrust a few more times into her as he floated on the remnants of his release. Then his forehead rested against hers as they both fought to regulate their breathing. He was still hard as a brick inside her, though he could feel himself slowly deflating.
Rolling off her body, he pulled her with him until she was half on him, her head tucked away in his neck and his hands moving slowly over her arms, hips, and thighs.
They both came down slowly until their breathing regulated. The tenuous bond that had been formed when he marked her swelled and consumed them, and Elle couldn't help but kiss the mark she had given him on his neck. His dick instantly stiffened again, half-hard as it already was.
"Angel, you might want to steer clear of the mark," he told her softly with a chuckle. "Keep teasing me like that will get you good and fucked again."
Elle's body stilled for a moment before she did something unexpected. She bit gently at Liam's mark and rubbed her left calf up against his now fully erect manhood.
"You asked for it, sweetheart," he told her before quickly rolling them both over so he was planted between her legs, his hips grinding up against her slick sex. Elle moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she rocked against him in response.
"Is that what you want? More of my dick?" he asked as the head of his cock rubbed enticingly up against the hard edge of her clit, causing her to utter a wildly intoxicating sound.
Something between a whimper and a purr. She let out a small mewling “yes” and continued to squirm her hips beneath him.
"Can't hear you, baby," he told her, smirking down at her. "I want to know if you want my dick again."
"Yes, Liam. Please," she begged, her hips picking up a frantic tempo. He was so close to being inside her, the tip of him mere centimeters away.
"As my mate wishes," he said and grabbed a hold of his length before teasing the head up and down her slit. When he had her wanting and pleading with him, he pressed up against her, feeling her flesh strain against him. With the first thick inch wrapped tightly in her warmth, he leaned down and kissed her lips.
"Dear – fucking…sweet Jesus," he muttered. "I wish I could say this will be longer than last time, but with the grip you have on me that's debatable. You make me fucking lose myself when I'm inside you."
Her hips moved and he was encased even further inside her. Liam groaned out and moved his lips from her mouth to her neck, collarbones, and settled lower as he captured a nipple with his mouth.
Elle's hips bucked upward and Liam sank down further into her with a grunt.
"Oh, fuck me," Liam swore and clenched his eyes shut. Being inside this woman was almost too much for him. She had his dick standing at attention every second of the day with the slightest cock of a hip, the minutest trace of a smile. "I'm going to take you from behind in a minute. Have to, sweetheart. But, shit, you just feel too fucking good around me." He pulled the other nipple into his mouth and sucked deeply on it, rendering it solid as stone.
He continued to stroke slowly in and out of her as he feasted on her breasts. Elle's hands gripped his hair and pulled slightly, the touch of pain only turning the man on even more.
"Fuck, Elle," he gritted out. "I need you on your hands and knees now. Roll over and give me that ass."
She gazed up at him with a startled look and Liam knew where he went wrong.
"I'm not going to fuck anything but your pussy, baby. No need to fret. I just want to see your ass move while I take you from behind."