“I think we should take this to the room, Olive.” His eyes lowered to her chest, one that was rising and falling hard and fast. All she could do was nod, but before either of them could move she reached out and placed her palm right over his shaft. Her jerked right under her hand, but before she lost her nerve, because if she was being honest she had never been this brazen before, she took her other hand and went for the button of his jeans, and far quicker and stealthier than she even thought possible for her frazzled self, she had that button undone, and half his zipper down before Liam even stopped her. Their eyes locked, and without looking down she took the edges of his jeans and parted them. Slowly, because she must have liked to torture herself, she lowered her eyes to what she revealed. Right below his belly button there was a delicious dark line of hair that descended right to the thick erection that she saw peeking over the denim. His cock was still firmly behind his pants, barely being contained behind the material. A dark thatch of trimmed hair surrounded the monstrously thick root of his dick, and as if the damn thing had a mind of its own her eyes widened when it jerked.
“Take me to the room, Lia—” He had her in his arms before she even got his name out.
Chapter Thirteen
Olive had her legs wrapped around his waist, which had her pussy right on top of Liam’s shaft. They took each other’s mouth at the same time in frantic, wet motions. Without breaking stride or their kiss, Liam strode out of the living room and into the bedroom. When they were inside he set her on the floor, but made sure that her body slid down his.
Her softness to his muscles.
Olive found her hands right on his smooth pecs. She was no stranger to being around big, strong males, but never had she been around males like Liam. He was just so masculine, and although she wasn’t skinny, even considered herself on the chunky side, he made her feel feminine and small in comparison.
“Take off the clothes, Olive, and make sure you do it really fucking slow, too.”
Her heart jackknifed in her chest at the low, almost threatening tone in his voice. Gripping the hem of her shirt, she pulled the material slowly up and over her head. She let it fall to the floor and reached behind to unlatch the clasp of her bra. She had rolls and at one point in her life had felt insecure about her appearance, but once she started stripping because of Trent, she’d had to put all of her embarrassment aside. There was no more self-consciousness in her, and she had never been more relieved that she could fully enjoy this moment instead of worrying what Liam would think once she was naked.
She let her bra join the shirt by her feet, and then went for the button of her jeans. Liam stood by the door, his pants undone and showing her a hell of a lot of flesh, and his chest out in full display. It should have been illegal for a male to look like he did. The sound of the zipper going down seemed loud, and even drowned out their combined heavy breathing. She pushed her pants down, but when he growled low in his throat she slowed her moves. Kicking the jeans aside, she went for her panties, and then she stood bared before him. A low hum came from him, and he pushed his jeans down. His cock sprang forward when it became free of its confines. He was just as long and thick as she had felt behind his pants. The crown was bulbous and red from how hard he was, and the bead of pre-cum covered the slit.
“Come here, mate.” He took hold of the root of his shaft and started stroking it from root to tip. Olive was dazed as she watched a drop of pre-cum fall to the floor and another take its place. Never had she felt so inflamed by a male, but watching Liam touch himself, watching her like he wanted to devour her whole, had a fire burning brightly inside of her. Olive took a step forward, and another, until she was right before him. “You keep eyeing my cock, so why don’t you get on your knees and suck it.”
God, he was a dirty talker. No surprise, and his filthy words had her wetness slipping down her inner thigh as her arousal kicked up another notch. When she was on her knees before him, she didn’t wait for him to tell her what he wanted. Olive gripped the base of his shaft, opened her mouth, and went for it. She moved her tongue along the thick crown, humming when the salty flavor of his desire coated her tongue. Olive took as much as she could, but he was too thick and long, and what she couldn’t get with her mouth she stroked with her palm. For several minutes he pumped his hips back and forth, pushing his dick past her lips and pulling it out.
He mouth-fucked her almost lazily. His hands were in her hair, running his fingers through the strands in a gentle caress. But when she lifted just her eyes so she could see his face, it was clear he was holding back. Sweat beaded his brow, and a fierce expression covered his face. He was looking at her mouth, watching as his dick slid between her lips, and she liked that he was so transfixed by the sight. But after several more moments he tugged at her hair, pulling her away from him, and a sloppy sound from his shaft leaving the wet suction of her mouth resounded in the room.
“I could watch you suck my dick all night long, but I’d much rather fuck you.” He lifted her with his hands under her arms, and his strength sent a thrill of feminine longing deep inside of her. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. A gasp left Olive at the feel of his hot shaft sliding against her slit. She felt her labia part around him, sandwiching his erection and rubbing up against her already swollen clit. “Christ, you’re so fucking hot and wet, and it’s all for me, baby.” He claimed her mouth, and she felt that his canines were elongated from the fact he tried desperately to hold back his inner animal. But clearly he was not succeeding in keeping the polar bear in check. She felt the mattress greet her back as he laid her in the center of the bed. Parting her legs so he could wedge his hips between them, Olive was sick of waiting, sick of wanting something and telling herself over and over that she couldn’t have it.
“Take me, Liam. I ache for you.”
“Fucking hell, Olive. I’m going to come before I even get inside of you if you keep saying shit like that.” He reached between their bodies and placed his thumb on her clit at the same time he ran his tongue along her bottom lip. “I want to taste your pussy so fucking badly, but if I don’t get my cock inside of you my balls are liable to explode.” His words were gruff, harsh, and so very animalistic at that moment that a shiver worked its way through her body. He was just as frantic as she was. A shockwave of pleasure speared from her clit right up to her nipples as he rubbed the tiny bud back and forth, adding a little more pressure until she couldn’t take anymore and she was coming long and hard. “That’s it, give it to me, baby.” He latched his mouth onto one of her nipples, sucking and gently bit at the tissue until the blood rushed to the surface.
“Oh, God, Liam.” His name came out strangled, and when her spasms left her and she relaxed against the mattress, Liam slid a finger down her cleft and pushed it deep inside of her. Lifting her hips and moaning when he went deeper still, Olive’s pleasure climbed even higher. Feet flat on the bed, hands bunched in the sheets, and another climax rushing to the surface, Olive couldn’t catch her breath. But then Liam lowered his mouth from her breast to her pussy and started running his tongue up and down her center as he finger-fucked her.
“One more, Olive, just give me one more, baby.” That was all it took for her to come once again. One orgasm was elusive enough, but now she was on her second one in less than five minutes, and, dare she say, it was almost too much pleasure. The wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth and finger really working her pussy, dragging out her climax, had euphoria filling her. He seemed to go on and on, and when she couldn’t possibly take anymore, and she was ultra-sensitive between her thighs, he pulled back. Olive forced her eyes open, but they only managed to go half-lidded. They stared at each other, and the fact his mouth was red and glossy from her juices and his saliva, had a soft sound escaping her. Liam lifted his hand, showed her the cream coated finger that had been lodged inside of her, and brought it to his mouth. He licked every inch of that digit, made sure to get all of her arousal off, and then leaned down and placed a kiss right on h
er belly.
“Olive, I need to get a condom.” He went to move, but she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He looked at her curiously, but not even that could hide his hard need. “Baby, as much as I want to run my tongue over every inch of you, memorize every part of you, and eat you out again until you can’t come any longer, I have to have my cock inside of you. I’m about five seconds away from shifting, baby.” He smiled, but it came out more like a grimace.
“Liam, I just want to feel you, only you. I’ve only been with two men in my life, and I’ve always been protected. But I don’t want anything between me and my mate.”
He stilled completely, not even his chest rising and falling as he held his breath. Finally he exhaled, closed his eyes and rested his forehead on her belly.
“Fuck, Olive, I want that so damn badly. I have never not been protected, baby.” He lifted his head, showing her with everything in him that he was telling the truth.
But Olive could sense that he wasn’t lying, could smell the honesty pouring out of him. She nodded, and he pushed himself up on his forearms and rested his hips between the cradle of hers. His cock nudged at her swollen folds, and then he was lowering his head and running his tongue along her lips. The prick of his canines told her he was barely hanging on, so without waiting any longer, she planted her feet flat on the bed once more, reached between their bodies to take hold of him, and placed him at her entrance. He bit her bottom lip, not enough to cause real pain, but enough to tell her she was driving him mad. Spreading her legs as wide as they could go, and feeling the muscles protest at the act, she whispered, “Claim your mate, Liam.”
He made a long, low groan, and pushed just the crown of his erection inside. His hands were right beside her head, and she could see out of the corner of her eyes the way his muscles flexed as he braced himself over her. Another inch was pushed in, and then another, and another, and if didn’t feel so damn good that he was thrusting into her agonizingly slowly, she would have told him to go faster.
Liam was big, far bigger than any male she had ever had. Her pussy was stretched to the max, and she felt so full that there wasn’t any part of her that he didn’t touch. She hadn’t measured him, was shit when it came to math, but this male, her male, had to be at least ten inches in length, and as thick as her wrist. But then again shifter males were known to be well endowed, and Liam most definitely was. He didn’t make any kind of noise as he continued to tunnel inside of her, and when she stared into his face it was to see his total look of concentration. Just when she thought he couldn’t possibly fit anymore inside of her, he shoved another inch into her body. They both groaned out when the heavy weight of his balls pressed against her body. Sweat covered them, and they hadn’t even gotten to the actual fucking yet.
“This is going to be so damn good, Olive. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” That, she had no question about.
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The snug fit of her cunt around his cock and of her wetness coating every inch of him were burning Liam alive. He wasn’t proud to admit he had been with more females than he could count, but never had being with them felt like this. His mate was beneath him, so hot and tight, and all of her wetness because she wanted him. Her animal brushed along the surface, calling out to his bear, and he was more than ready to make his female scream out in ecstasy. This had been a long time in coming. Ever since he had seen her on that stage that first night he had been hard only for her. Now he was finally claiming what was his, and it was the best fucking feeling in the world.
His bear was right there, fucking clawing him from the inside out, but the bastard wasn’t getting the first taste of Olive. But if Liam was being honest he had almost been about to bust his load against the mattress when he was licking her pussy. She had tasted so good, sweet and musky and all his. He pulled out, just an inch, but it had him grunting at the tight feel of her cunt contracting around him. He wanted to go slow, needed to go slow because he sure as hell didn’t want to hurt or frighten her, but shit, Liam wanted to fuck the shit out of her. He wanted the headboard slamming against the wall, wanted the sheets torn from his claws running through them, and wanted marks on his back from her scratching him because she couldn’t control herself. But he had to remind himself that they weren’t alone, that his family was right upstairs and her brother in the next room over. So, against what he really wanted to do, Liam pulled out of her slowly, and pushed in at the same pace. He did this over and over again, using all of his strength to keep the same pace, but it was so hard when she kept making small moans of pleasure.
“Liam.” She gasped out his name, and he looked down at her, not realizing until then that he had been focusing on the wooden post of the bed, trying to concentrate on making this good for her, and not the raw, unhinged sexual encounter he so desperately wanted. “I don’t want slow.”
And that was all he needed to hear for him to lose control. He reached out and held onto the slats of the headboard, pushed his thighs out to force hers wider, and started fucking her in deep, hard strokes. The sound of his dick sliding into her pussy made wet, sloppy sounds, and it was hot as fuck. He was claiming her so hard that she slid up the bed, but before her head reached the top she grabbed his waist and dug her nails into his flesh enough to cause a hiss of ecstasy to leave him. He pounded into her, feeling his orgasm tighten his balls and threaten to rush to the surface. Liam didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to pull out of his mate, but obviously the ending was inevitable. He gripped the posts of the bed so hard that the wood cracked beneath his hands, and splinters rained down around her head, but his female was too lost in her own pleasure to care.
“God, Olive, I. Can’t. Hold. Off.” His orgasm rushed to the surface, and his bear roared out. He had wanted to feel her come undone around him once more, but when he had felt her nails dig into him he had lost it. She murmured for him to let go, pierced his flesh even further, and that was it. He came deep inside of her, felt his shaft pulse with every pump of cum into her, and groaned so low, so menacingly, that he was surprised he didn’t scent fear from her.
He came so hard, so powerfully, that he felt their combined fluids come out of her and coat the space between them. But Liam didn’t stop thrusting into her, couldn’t even if his life had depended on it. When his orgasm finally waned and he was now able to catch his breath, it was to realize Olive was pushing at his chest. He rolled onto his back, but instead of her moving away from him she straddled him. Grabbing his still hard cock, she rose up on her knees and lowered herself on him. He had just come harder than he ever had, but the feel of her sliding down the length of him made him feel as if he hadn’t just gotten off. She felt that fucking good, and the fact he was finally with his mate, filling her with his seed and scent, had a primal power surging within him. He needed to mark her, so that every male that looked at her knew there would be serious problems if they tried to fuck with her.
Once she was completely impaled with him it was like her own animal snapped, coming out and taking control. She might only be a sheep shifter, a breed known for meekness, but his mate was a fierce little thing. She started bouncing on him, her tits jiggling with every down stroke, and her already pink colored nipples deepening in shade. He wanted to grab her tits, tweak her nipples, and have her lose control, but instead he took hold of her curvy waist, and surged his hips up, pushing every fucking inch of him into her. This position had different sensations traveling through him, and had him hitting spots inside of Olive that he hadn’t been able to get in the missionary position. There was a little bundle of tissue deep inside of her, and he swiveled his hips, gripped her waist tighter, and ground her pelvis against his. He did this continuously until she threw her head back, and he knew she was going to get off from him hitting her G-spot. He could feel her swell around him, grow increasingly wetter, and although he had just come it felt un-fucking-believable.
Olive threw her head back, planted her hands on his chest and kept her pussy flush with his body
. She rocked back and forth, working him inside of her, but also rubbing her clit on his lower abdomen. She came hard, and it was so fucking hot. Warm juices spilled from her pussy in abundance, and she cried out, but also he saw tears rolling down her cheeks. All Liam could do was stare in awe at her and watch as she came undone. She fell forward, and he didn’t wait, couldn’t wait. He opened his mouth, ran his canines along the slender column of her neck, and pierced the soft flesh. It was only enough to break the skin and allow his saliva and scent to seep into her, but that was all he needed. He now felt complete. He had claimed his mate, and she now wore his mark. They were one, and it was the most incredible feeling in the world. She rested her head on his chest, and Liam wrapped his arms around her and just held her, feeling so complete that he didn’t even know how he had functioned without her in his life.
He sensed her exhaustion, and it didn’t take long for her to succumb to sleep, but Liam didn’t move, because having his mate covering him, and being buried inside of her body, was not something he was about to stop. An asshole like him had finally had found something worth fighting for, and he would do it until he took his last breath.
Chapter Fourteen
Olive twisted her hands together as she stared at the television. It had been less than a week since she had left Trent’s compound and had been with Liam. The good news was Holden had made a full recovery, and far quicker than anyone, Luke included, could have hoped for. Since being with Liam in every way possible it was like that invisible string that held them together was pulled even tighter. She ached for him when he was close, and missed him when he was gone. It was crazy and illogical, but she was done questioning how she felt.
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