Say My Name

by R K Knightly

  She rolled over willingly for him after that, getting on her hands and knees before him. The pale, smooth flesh of her cheeks begged for his hands, and he used one to skate over her skin gently while the other grabbed his cock and centered it at her entrance. As he pushed into her from behind, his hands gripped her hips and pulled her back to him. She felt deeper this way, and much tighter. Liam pushed her thighs together and straddled her hips, relishing the even tighter feel of her pussy around him. He then gently pushed her upper body down so her chest was against the mattress.

  She was a sight. All soft curves and that sexy as fuck moan she gave every time he pushed his cock deep within her. It made him want to lose his ever-loving mind. He pumped his hips into her slowly, letting the drag of his cock press lightly against the sweet spot inside her. It riled her up a bit, and pretty soon she was squirming, begging for more.

  "Please, Liam," she begged, her voice muffled a bit from the bed sheets.

  "Harder? Faster? Tell me what you want, little mate."

  She let out a whimper, and her sex fisted around him, making him hiss out tightly.

  "Everything," she finally told him, her voice breathy. "Faster, harder. I want it all."

  Oh, you're going to get it all, he told her through their newly formed mindlink. He saw he surprised her as her head snapped to his, eyes wide and unblinking. You want my dick that badly, sweetheart? Then you're going to get my dick. Deep. Gonna fill you up so good with my cock and come that you'll feel me for a week.

  Elle moaned and closed her eyes, her body relaxing a bit at his words.

  Yes...please, yes. I want it, she said to him in kind.

  A feral growl was ripped from his body and his fingers dug into the skin at her hips.

  "You got it, angel," he told her aloud. "All of me."

  He sped up his thrusts and felt it as soon as he pegged that sweet spot inside. She immediately became tighter around him and so he angled his hips and rolled them to hit her just right in that same spot. He wanted to have her coming. Every orgasm he pulled from her, every moan, and every plea, was his.

  Pretty soon he was throwing his hips into hers, slamming against her ass as her moans permeated the room, only louder this time. One orgasm. Two. He was well on his way to granting her a third when his own balls started to tighten and he felt himself losing control.

  "Fuck, angel," he rasped out. "Come for me one more time. I'm about to fill you up real good."

  As impossible as it seemed, her sex clenched at him even tighter until they were both crying out their release. Hers was a soft, musical wail, his a deeper, growling groan.

  When the last jet of hot come was spent and emptied out into Elle, Liam stroked her trembling thighs and pulled out of her. He got up from the bed and walked over to the en-suite bathroom and started up a hot, soothing bath for them both. He knew she would be sore, for she had taken a whole lot of him in just one night. He really shouldn't have been surprised that his new mate was his perfect match. Sometimes the unexpected turned out to be utter perfection.

  Maybe that supreme being in the sky knew what he or she was doing when they made these two cross paths.

  After the bath was filled and fragrant with suds from a sweet-smelling bath oil, Liam walked back into the bedroom and looked down at Elle on the bed. Her eyes were closed, but in no way she was asleep. He could hear her mind still working as he prodded it with his own. She was recuperating. The bath would indeed help.

  Leaning over, he smiled as Elle's eyes blinked open when he picked her up from the bed in a bridal carry.

  "Where are we going?" she asked into the curve of his neck.

  "We're going to take a bath. Together," he told her. "I'll try to be good when I'm in there, but I can already feel my cock getting harder by the second. Are you too sore for more?"

  "I'm a little sore, but not much," she said, almost sleepily. "A bath sounds nice right now."

  Bathroom sex sounds even better, Liam thought to himself and immediately felt his dick harden and point straight up. It nudged at her skin and she froze before shaking with silent laughter.

  "You won't be laughing when that cock's buried deep inside you in a few minutes," he growled out as he moved them both into the bathroom.

  Liam lowered her into the hot water and got in after her. He spread his legs and pulled Elle in between them, her back snugged up against his fully engorged length.

  After he washed her body, she did him, and ended up stroking his cock until he pulled her to straddle him and pierced her sore pussy with his thick spear of flesh once again.

  "Shit, baby," he growled out. "Told you I didn't know if I couldn’t not take you in here. Fuck!"

  Still, he had her coming twice more before he finally found his release. A shower set them to rights before they both headed to bed to sleep.

  Chapter 21

  Jeremiah had been trying to take an after-dinner nap when he felt the remainder of the mate bond with Giselle snap. At first, he wasn't quite sure what it was, but when he tried to reach out with his mind, he was met with a silence he hadn't felt since before meeting Giselle.

  His Giselle.

  It didn't matter that Liam had tried to claim what was rightfully his. Unless Jeremiah was dead, a part of that bond would always be there, ready to take over the muted, lesser bond of a chosen mate.

  Still, he had felt the snap, and he knew what it meant. He had not only marked her, but mated his female as well. It didn't sit well with him, and he was up and scrambling out of bed before he could think.

  Carter! his voice blared through the mindlink to his Beta. Get your ass to my house on the double!

  He could hear the soft response of the cowed Beta and knew he was frightening him. Everyone cowered under his command, even his closest and oldest friend and second in command.

  When Carter arrived at the house, he was out of breath and looking like he had done hours of winding sprints prior to this. Jeremiah cut him with a glare.

  "He's fucking done it," the Alpha bit out. "Not only has that usurping bastard marked her, but mated with her as well."

  There was a pause as Carter took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

  "How do you know?" he finally asked, his voice low and deep. He had his mate and didn't know what the loss of one would feel like.

  "I could feel it, the moment he took her. It-" He cut himself off as a wave of unwanted emotion balled itself up and lodged in his chest and throat. "The moment he claimed her as his, I could feel the remnants of our weak bond snap. I can't...I can't feel her or anything."

  It was almost enough to make his friend feel sorry for the poor fool. He could tell he was much more attached to Giselle than he wanted to be. Or at least more than he would admit to. It was as natural as snow in winter or the heavy thunderclouds of summer. She was his mate, and whether that was now untrue, he would always feel the loss of that bond tremendously.

  "Permission to speak freely, Alpha?" Carter requested in a tired monotone. He needed his voice devoid of emotion for what he had to say. He couldn't risk making it seem like he was on anyone's side but Jeremiah's.

  "Permission granted," Jeremiah said begrudgingly with a low grunt.

  "Do you actually care for Giselle or do you just want her because of the bond? If you don't care for her, you should leave her be and take a woman to mate at next year's Claiming ceremonies."

  "That bastard took what's mine!" Jeremiah snarled, his head whipping around to meet Carter's gaze. "It doesn't matter if I love her or not. She is mine to do with as I please and I will have her back!"

  Carter closed his eyes, giving up. If Jeremiah couldn't admit to his slightest feelings now that she was mated to another, he would never admit to them. The man was a lost cause in matters of the heart.

  Maybe it was because he didn't have one.

  Or – maybe it more because he didn't want to have one. At one point his father had loved, and look at where it had gotten him. A dead mate and a fucked-up son in the b
argain. It was somehow easier to do things his way now. It wasn't pleasant, but it kept people and things in their places. And kept him from feeling the emotions he so desperately wanted to be rid of.

  "Send out a group of warriors to find Jackson Kincaid," Jeremiah said staunchly, his Alpha command heavy in his tone. "Have them bring him to me and tell Jackson...tell the bastard I have a proposition for him."

  "But Jackson-" Carter protested.

  "Do it now, Carter, or it will be your life for refusing your Alpha's command."

  The man had literally lost his fucking marbles. They were scattered, never to be seen again possibly.

  Carter bowed and showed his neck in submission before turning and walking slowly out the door of the Alpha's home.

  ∞∞∞

  A chorus of songbirds greeted the morning at Plumbrook the next day. It was surprising as it was awfully late in the Fall for them to still be hanging around. The milder weather was to blame, but certainly all of them would see to seeking warmer climes by Halloween, possibly sooner.

  Elle stretched her limbs and found the bed to be empty of anyone but herself. Blinking over to the alarm clock on the nightstand, she saw it was 10 AM. She had slept for a solid ten hours, a feat she had rarely accomplished before. Granted, she loved her sleep, but eight hours was usually her limit. By then she would be up and chirping happily along with the birds in her own musical manner.

  As she sat up, she realized she was still nude from the night before, having been too tired to pull on her normal sleep apparel. She got out of bed to put on some panties and a tank top.

  Liam. The man had some serious stamina. It made her blush a little to remember how she had begged and pleaded with him, though it had only seemed to serve to turn him on even more.

  Life was a lot different now than she had thought it would be six months prior. Though she couldn't see her parents or her siblings, she found herself grateful in this new home, and with a new mate – a handsome and loving one at that. It was all so surreal that she found herself wanting to pinch the skin on her arm to see if she would wake up and find herself back at Blackriver with Jeremiah and still a slave to his sexual whims.

  No. That would be too cliché. Like something you'd read about in some fairytale.

  "Angel?" a voice called from the doorway. Liam stood there with two large, greasy bags of food in his hands.

  "Liam," she called, smiling back at him. Her stomach growled as the scent of food permeated the air.

  "I wanted to make you breakfast but I'm shit in the kitchen, so I went out and got us something to eat," he told her.

  "Smells good," she told him. "What is it?"

  He promptly told her while taking out each dish. A Colorado omelet, bacon, sausage, and hash browns. Each were delivered jokingly with the pomp and circumstance worthy of a 5-star restaurant.

  Liam grabbed them plates, trays, and utensils, and they dug into their food right there on the bed. They ate in silence for a bit, though Liam watched her with scrutinizing eyes. When they were three-quarters of the way done with the food, he finally spoke.

  "How are you feeling this morning?" he asked. "Any aches or pains?"

  She surreptitiously flexed her limbs and shook her head. "Only slight, like you might get after a moderate workout at the gym," she told him. "Otherwise, everything is standard."

  Liam nodded, swallowing another bite of bacon.

  "We'll be announcing you as Luna at the meeting tomorrow afternoon, though some of the wolves on patrol seem to already be slightly aware of my finding a mate."

  "I don't have to do anything, do I?" she asked, a forkful of egg stopping mid-air on the way to her mouth. It jiggled and fell to her plate, the fork following behind it loudly.

  "Just have to be there and let me introduce you," Liam told her. "You met a lot of the pack at the bonfire and the parents of the pups are already quite taken with you." He added a kind smile to that remark. If there was anyone in a pack you wanted on your side, it was the parent of a pup. They were notoriously protective of their young, and Elle had won over the children without even trying.

  "Colleen wants to take you out later on," Liam said, his lips straightening into a thin line. "Something about pampering, or mani-pedis or something. Probably just a ruse to find out more about our mating. That woman..." he trailed off.

  "She is quite nosy," Elle agreed with a cock-hardening giggle. "But she's a good person." She paused. "Or maybe she wants to know how big an Alpha's dick really is."

  Liam looked at her and smirked.

  "I have no shame in that department," he told her. "You can boast all you want on my account in regard to my dick, angel."

  They finished their breakfast and Liam cleared their things, putting the dishes in the washer and tossing the debris in the bin.

  When he got back upstairs, Elle was already in the shower and singing, this time a song he was more attuned with. It was one that was popular when his sister was still living at home. Arden may have had a weakness for Taylor Swift, but her true love was Bruno Mars.

  He recognized the Mars/Travie McCoy version of Billionaire and smiled. It didn't surprise him that she sang it, for she had gone from having nothing to a true home. When she morphed from one song to the next, he listened hard for the words. She sang Adele with none of the gritty rawness of the professional's voice; Elle's was too sweet to compete, but it still stirred something in him. The words. It had to be the words.

  She sang Send My Love from beginning to end without stopping, as if the words were ingrained in her, or she had written them herself. He wondered if she knew how true those words were, in fact. Apropos to this situation they found themselves in.

  "Angel," he called to her once she was done with Adele. "Colleen should be here in half an hour. Blake just told me she's getting ready and should be coming over soon."

  What Blake had really said was that Colleen would be there in 15 minutes. Due to her lack of timeliness, Liam had merely added an extra 15 because it was more than likely when she would arrive.

  "Okay!" she called from the shower, and then started to hum something else. It sounded like Rockstar by “A Great Big World”.

  She seemed more in tune with songs from a few years ago than anything popular today. He made a mental note to buy her a new iPhone as well. He had already replaced the iPod Jeremiah had broken. If he didn't want her to have it, Liam would make sure he would supply her with it.

  The song changed, and Elle started to sing. This time, Liam wasn't happy with her selection. Unpretty by “TLC”. He didn't stop her from singing, though. That's what Jeremiah would have done, though the content of the song wasn't what he would have liked to hear. The title said it all.

  She seemed content enough as she sang, and when the water turned off and she took over humming something else, he sighed and gave her some privacy to change.

  Since it was Saturday, he wouldn't necessarily be going into his office so he had the majority of the day to himself. Elle would be out with Colleen for a good portion of the day, and though he thought she was beautiful just the way she was, he wasn't going to tell her not to go. He just hoped she didn't make any radical changes to her appearance.

  Elle bounced down the steps in sneakers, a fitted t-shirt and some Capri pants that almost fit her small stature like regular pants.

  Liam looked over as she descended the last step and he walked over to her, leaning down to capture her lips with his. He breathed in the heady scent of her through his nose, and felt himself stiffen below the belt. Biting her lip gently, he plunged his tongue into her mouth in a dominating kiss. All tongue, teeth, and lips, he had to adjust himself in his pants as his other arm curved around her waist and cupped her ass in his large hand.

  "Knock knock!" a voice called out as the front door opened.

  "Fuck," Liam muttered. He had forgotten to lock the door behind him on the way back with their breakfast.

  "Hey, lovebirds," Colleen said, grinning cheekily at the two of
them in their tight embrace.

  "The one fucking instance when you're on time," Liam mumbled to himself, though he was sure that Colleen heard.

  She had and paid him no mind. Colleen was used to the older, grumpier version of Liam, so though his outlook on life had changed a bit, she was still ready for any emotional reaction from him.

  "You ready to go?" Colleen asked, looking over at Elle.

  "Yeah, just let me just get my purse," Elle said, and walked over to the dining table where she had a tendency to leave it.

  "You don't need your purse," Colleen told her. "This is my treat and it'll only get in the way. Leave it for now, and we'll get food on the way back."

  Elle shrugged her shoulders and followed Colleen.

  "Wait!" Liam called to her before she left the house. He stalked toward her and pulled her into his body before planting a deep kiss on her mouth. She opened it for him and let his tongue tangle slowly with hers before he eventually pulled back. "I'm going to have a few of the warriors follow you. I don't trust Jeremiah not to try to take you while you are off pack territory."

  She nodded at him, a frisson of fright traveling up her spine and making her heart beat double-time.

  "I understand," she told him.

  "Be safe," he told her and pecked her lips once more before letting go.

  Chapter 22

  "I have a question," Colleen announced as they drove along the country highway towards one of the larger human towns just south of Plumbrook.

  "I'm not telling you Liam's penis size," Elle said immediately. Her eyes glanced in the direction of the car following them. There were two warriors in a large black SUV behind them.

  "Not what I was going to ask, but good to know," Colleen said as her lip twitched in amusement. "We all know Alphas are large. Everywhere. I was actually just wanting to make sure this was what you really wanted. I mean, it's too late to take it back, but I'd feel better knowing that you are all-in with Liam. He can be a difficult man to know. I can only imagine he'd be even harder to love."