Hired to Breed (The Hired Series Book 3)

by Leann Ryans

  He couldn’t help the satisfied smile that crossed his face as he thought about it. The near frantic pace she’d set as she rode him, her full tits bouncing in his face until he couldn’t resist tasting them, certainly stoked his ego.

  The sheet slipped down, and he could see how puffy and red her nipples still were from his teeth. Her cunt had gripped his knot so hard when she came that it felt like a kick to the stomach.

  Knowing they couldn’t stay in bed because of her appointment, he rolled to the side and stood, giving himself a moment to adjust before reaching down to whip the blankets from the bed.

  “Hey!”

  He smirked at Annalise’s shout, her hands too slow to catch the fabric as it slithered away. Slipping his arms beneath her while she was distracted trying to cover herself, he lifted her and turned to face the two doors.

  “Your bathroom or mine?”

  Her struggles stopped at his question as she let out a, “What?”

  “Do you want me to carry you to your room for a bath, or mine? You can’t go to the doctor smelling like you spent the night pretending you were in heat again.”

  Blood infused her cheeks, turning them red as she gaped at him. He figured she’d rather take a bath in her room, but he’d never been invited across the threshold and didn’t know if she’d want him in there.

  “I… mine. But I can walk.”

  She tried to wiggle from his grip again, but he refused to let her go. She was tired and probably sore, and his instincts were roaring at him to take care of the omega who’s was stuffed with his cum and carrying his children.

  “I’m washing you, so this is your last chance. Mine or yours?”

  Her eyes widened at the edge of a growl in his voice. She stilled, but the scent of fresh slick let him know it wasn’t because she was afraid.

  His lips curled up as he stared down at her. He didn’t know why she fought herself so much, but she hated when her body betrayed that she had needs like any other omega.

  “Mine.”

  The word was tight and hard, thrown at him as if she were angry, but she didn’t argue with his assertion. Her body remained pliable in his arms as he moved to the door, kicking it wide to pass through to her room.

  Liam hesitated in the doorway, the sight of her nest making him want to growl over being denied a place in it. Pulling his eyes away, he spotted the opening to what looked like her office beside a closed door.

  “Through the door.”

  Her voice was quieter, the irritation in it replaced by something more delicate. He looked down at her as he turned to follow her direction, but her face was turned away from him.

  Opening the door, he stepped into a closet that was almost the size of his tiny room at The Haven. The clothing hanging from the rack was not only separated by type, but was color coded as well. Shoes lined the floor descending in size from knee high boots to strappy sandals.

  He had to hide his chuckle with a cough, clearing his throat as narrowed eyes turned up to him. As neat and organized as the rest of her house was, the nest he’d spotted had been a tangle of colors and mismatched bedding.

  And certainly large enough for two.

  Feeling his cock stir between his legs, he pushed that thought aside as he strode through to the door on the opposite end of the closet. The bathroom he stepped into was another eye-opener, grander than anything he’d ever been in before.

  The tub in the corner was large enough for even him to stretch out in and still have room for another, so that’s where he headed. Keeping Annalise in his arms, he turned and sat in the edge of the tub to turn on the water.

  “I could do this myself.”

  He nodded, testing the temperature of the water and avoiding looking at the woman in his arms. He knew she could feel his erection digging into her but the only way they were making it to the appointment on time was if he maintained control.

  “You could,” he agreed.

  Happy that it wasn’t too hot or cold, he stood again and turned to step in. Annalise heaved a sigh but didn’t order him to leave. He wasn’t sure he would have listened, so that was a good thing.

  He never would have thought of pushing her just two months ago when there was still an insurmountable wall between them, but things had changed. The wall was still there, but it had shrunk. He could see over the edge in most places, and others had holes he could reach through. It was taking time, but the reward was worth it.

  She trusted him.

  Annalise may have accepted him into her home out of necessity, but there had still been a wariness each time they interacted. She wasn’t afraid of him, but he was an unknown entity that interrupted the smooth flow of her life.

  He thought she needed shaken up a little.

  He’d chipped away at the stiff front she presented until he started getting real reactions. Until she relaxed enough to give him glimpses of the person inside. The one who didn’t realize how lonely she was even in the midst of doing her best to fill that void.

  Settling onto the molded bench beneath the water, he felt Annalise’s body melt into the heat until she bumped against his erection again. She jerked, trying to put space between them but he didn’t let her.

  Sitting her up, he turned her so her back was pressed to his chest, the pillows of her ass cushioning his shaft in a way that made him want to lift her and slide inside. Her back was stiff, and she tried to lean away, but an arm around her waist stopped her.

  Spreading her thighs to hook over the outside of his knees, he left one hand resting on her belly as he reached for the soap beside the tub.

  Liam skipped using a washcloth, pouring the soap into his palm before lathering it and smoothing his hands across her belly. Annalise’s spine slowly relaxed as he massaged the sides of it, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder as she let out a soft groan.

  His shaft kicked at the noise, begging him to sink inside her. Clenching his hands on her hips, he couldn’t stop the instinctive thrust against her backside, his length sliding through the groove between her cheeks.

  Annalise arched her back, pressing her ass against him as her breasts jutted forward. Unable to resist, his hands slid up to cup them, lifting and squeezing the globes as he pinched her nipples between his knuckles.

  40. Annalise

  “Liam!”

  She didn’t know if she said his name as a warning or a plea. Her core was clenching in need again despite the lingering ache of the night before, but she knew they didn’t have much time.

  The sting of his grip on her breast had a direct connection to her clit, causing it to throb in time with her heartbeat, begging for attention. The stiffness trapped between them only spurred her desire higher as she writhed against it.

  “Annalise.”

  Her name was growled against her neck as one of his hands slipped down to brush against her inner thigh. Moving higher, he teased along the crease of her leg before stroking the edge of her outer lip. If they hadn’t been in the tub her slick would have soaked his lap, but as it was she could still scent it despite being diluted in the water.

  “Do you need more already? We don’t have time for me to knot you.”

  His words and the memories of the night before were enough to send a spasm through her core, but she couldn’t blame this on the babies. There was no yearning hunger for his cum, only the desperate need for her own release.

  Her cheeks flushed as she tried to pull away and close her legs. He wasn’t there to satisfy her libido, only to give her what she needed for a healthy pregnancy, but one arm wrapped around her ribs to hold her in place as the other continued to torment her.

  “I… No,” she stammered, still trying to slide off his lap.

  She gasped and her body went stiff when his fingers plunged into her. He didn’t go slow or easy, his thumb grinding into her clit as the water in the tub sloshed from his movements.

  Her core clamped down on the invading digits, desire surging higher as he continued to force them i
n and out. Her brain grew hazy, the building ball of sensation her sole focus as he forced her to the edge of orgasm.

  “Come for me, Annalise.”

  The deep rumble in her ear pushed her over, the ball exploding to flood her body in euphoria. Her channel tried to milk his fingers as he slowed their thrusting, thumb still pressed to her clit to keep the orgasm going as long as possible.

  She was aware of his cock twitching against her back, the scent of his seed reaching her nose as she drifted in the afterglow. Disappointment hit her at the waste, but the thought that her release excited him enough to cause his soothed the feeling.

  Liam’s hands moved over her body as she laid against his chest. The intimacy of what happened hit her as her breathing slowed and he leaned her forward to clean her back.

  Nothing about this morning was part of what he was required to do. He’d done it for her. He’d acted like an Alpha with his omega, not a stud with a client.

  The thought was sobering.

  It had been easy to keep the line between them in the beginning, but as time went on and her needs increased, the line blurred. Outside the bedroom, Liam was still the respectful hired Alpha, but inside…

  Annalise shook her head. She hadn’t seen it until that moment, but even their non-sexual encounters had changed, and she didn’t know what to do about it.

  It was comfortable. Nice, even.

  She enjoyed the ritual of cooking dinner for him each night, anticipating his return with an excitement she’d never felt before. He helped where he could, but mostly stayed out of the way like she preferred, and after the first few times she said something to him about leaving things out of place, he’d been sure to keep everything the way she preferred.

  He’d insinuated himself into her life, and the thought of leaving him and Eden caused her chest to tighten. It wasn’t going to be as easy as she’d thought it would be.

  Liam reached for the sprayer on the side of the tub to wet her hair, and his arm loosened around her. Standing suddenly, she put an arm around her chest and shook her head but wouldn’t meet his gaze.

  “No time for that. I need to get dressed so I can eat before we go.”

  She could feel his eyes boring into her, but he remained silent. When he reached out and took her elbow in his large hand she gasped and looked up, but she realized he was only trying to help her from the tub.

  He didn’t release her until both her feet were planted on the floor and he was sure she was steady. She could feel his reluctance, but he lifted a towel from the rack and held it out for her before turning back to the water to wash himself.

  She dried off quickly before moving forward into the closet. The sight of him naked and dripping wet was too tempting, and she needed to put some space between them so she could think. She enjoyed Liam’s company and attention, but she felt like she was setting them up for more pain later when he was forced to return to The Haven.

  Sighing, she slipped into the stretchy pants she’d taken to wearing when her waist expanded. Tugging a long shirt over her head to hide her equally expanding backside, she turned to go back into the bathroom for her brush.

  Liam was already out of the tub, the lean muscles of his stomach disappearing beneath the towel wrapped around his hips. The sight stirred heat in her belly, but she forced herself to turn away. Need was one thing, but she had to ignore the pure lust he inspired.

  She turned to the counter where her brush lay as he moved toward her. Keeping her head down to pretend to rummage for something, she felt him hesitate behind her before finally speaking.

  “I’ll go get ready.”

  She shivered but refused to look up.

  “Okay. I’ll get started on breakfast as soon as I find a hair tie.”

  A large arm reached around her, plucking the black band from the counter with two fingers. She could feel the heat of him burning into her back, he was so close, and she shivered again before releasing a nervous chuckle.

  “Oh. Thanks.”

  Careful not to brush his arm, she took the offered hair band. He waited a moment longer, as if daring her to lean back into him, before his arm dropped and his heat left her. She fiddled with her brush until she heard the door to her room shut before releasing a gust of air and leaning over the counter.

  Everything about Liam called to her. Even though they hadn’t bonded, he was still an Alpha, and her instincts pushed her to submit to him. To lean on his strength and let him handle the world while she focused on him and their babies. Biology didn’t understand the struggle she went through to get where she was and provide for herself.

  Shaking the thoughts from her head, she fixed her hair and went out to the kitchen. The excitement to see the babies pushed everything else aside, and she set to work making something for her and Liam.

  41. Liam

  Did he push her too far?

  He didn’t know why she suddenly closed up and pulled away from him, but he could feel the easiness between them shrinking. She’d gone from relaxed and happy to withdrawn in a moment.

  Swallowing the growl that threatened to break free, he closed the door to her room behind him and walked over to his. He’d wanted to linger, the scent of her saturating the air and stirring his cock again, but that was her space. He wouldn’t invade her nest without being invited.

  Tossing the towel in the basket he’d gotten for his dirty clothes, he pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a nice shirt. It was an important day, and he wanted it to be perfect for her.

  He sent a message to Sean to be sure he was standing by with the things he’d asked him to get. Liam hoped Annalise would forgive the minor invasion he’d set up for later, but hopefully she’d be too happy to care about the infraction.

  Reassured by his brother’s response, he dressed and went to the kitchen to find Annalise. She was in the middle of whipping eggs, so he moved on to take a seat on the couch where he’d left his sketchpad.

  Flipping to a clean page, he stared at the little omega before lifting his pencil. The morning sunlight was streaming through the window, making her blonde hair glow as it highlighted her from behind. It gave her a multicolored halo that made him wish he had colored pencils, and he made a mental note to pick some up.

  He focused on the drawing, doing his best to capture the scene in front of him. He was familiar enough with it that he didn’t need to look up and was surprised when Annalise called his name.

  “Breakfast is ready.”

  Closing the sketchbook, he set it on the cushion beside him before making his way to the table. He had to laugh when she put his plate on the table, piled so high it looked like she’d used a dozen eggs and a pound of bacon just for him.

  “What?”

  Big blues eyes stared up at him, the crease between her brows showing her worry. Choking down his amusement, he shook his head and took a seat.

  “Nothing.”

  Her eyes narrowed as she lowered herself into the chair across from him. Lifting her fork, she continued to glare at him in a way that made him think she was contemplating stabbing him with it.

  Her plate was almost as full as his, and he had to bite his lip to keep from making a remark that she might find upsetting. Spearing his fork into the scrambled eggs, he stuffed them in his mouth. Determined to eat everything despite the mountainous pile, he continued to shovel food in as Annalise took a bite of her own.

  They ate in silence, surprise flooding him when he glanced at her plate and noticed she’d almost finished. Pushing himself to keep going, he couldn’t help the groan that came out when he realized there were biscuits that had been hidden beneath the eggs.

  A feminine chuckle met his ears, and he raised a brow at Annalise. Her cheeks were pink again, but she seemed to be laughing at herself.

  “I guess I was hungry. I’m used to giving you more than I eat, so I might have gone overboard. You don’t have to finish it all.”

  He sighed, leaning back and resting his hand on his stomach.

 
; “I thought you’d decided to put me in a food coma to get rid of me.”

  She huffed and went to take her plate to the sink, but Liam stood and took it from her.

  “I’ll take care of that despite your attempt to disable me.”

  Annalise rolled her eyes, and he couldn’t help smirking at her. When they’d first met she’d always been so stiff and formal, he was glad she was comfortable enough to show him attitude sometimes. Even if it made him want to take her over his knee and spank it back out of her.

  By the time he finished the dishes it was time for them to leave, and Liam was left with nothing to distract him. He could see Annalise’s excitement, but he tried to keep his reigned in. This was her moment, not one they were sharing over their children. He had to keep that thought firmly in place.

  The wait at the doctor’s office was torturous, each second ticking by making him more anxious. Annalise was sitting quietly, but her hands were clenched in her lap as she chewed on her bottom lip.

  He knew she’d had other appointments since the last one where they learned she was carrying twins, but he hadn’t come with her to those. They were mainly to be sure she was gaining weight, and everything seemed normal, so it hadn’t bothered him when she didn’t invite him to come, and he was grateful she brought him for this one. As much as he tried to remind himself not to get attached, he couldn’t help the need to see them for himself and learn as much as he could about them.

  When he mentioned the appointment to his parents they insisted on coming to Eden to visit and celebrate the news. Despite knowing they wouldn’t be involved in the babies’ lives, they insisted they still needed to know about their grandbabies. They were at Sean’s apartment, waiting for his message to carry out the plan he’d come up with.

  His eyes cut to Annalise again, but the nurse finally came out to call her back. He hoped he wasn’t overstepping since all he wanted to do was surprise her, but omegas could be territorial.

  Pushing off the wall where he’d been leaning, he followed the two women through the halls to an exam room. This one was different than the last, with a large contraption beside the bed Annalise was directed to sit on.