by J. S. Scott
He probably wouldn't have to wait to die of the unresolved mating conflict wearing on his body slowly until he expired…because Regan, ah Regan...Liam swore she was slowly edging him toward death by heart attack, and if she didn't take that hot little hand from his body soon, he'd be dead in the next few minutes.
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"You're so hard everywhere," Regan whispered as her hand slowly trailed over the broad planes of Liam's chest. Every place she touched was firm, solidly muscled. His body fascinated her and she delighted in the feel of warm skin over tight muscle. She was a healer and had seen male bodies with little or no clothing, but she had never seen a male like Liam.
"Yeah. Hard. Everywhere," Liam strangled a reply, sounding like he was in severe pain.
Regan had to bite her lip to keep from smiling. She knew she was tweaking the tail of the beast. She was no siren or seductress, but she must be doing something right. There was a large tent underneath the sheet and comforter. Extremely large. Pulling the covers back with her other hand, she continued her exploration down his ripped abdomen, following the path of dark hair past his navel.
"Oh, God...no wonder it hurt," Regan blurted out before she could stop herself. His cock had been unveiled and it was standing at full attention. Swollen and erect, the phallus looked like a lethal weapon and she couldn't stop herself from curling her hand around the shaft and noticing that her fingers didn't even meet.
Velvet over steel. Her fingers moved over the bulging veins and reverently stroked the soft skin of the rock hard member.
Liam's hips surged upward as she touched the leaking mushroom shaped head, spreading the moisture over the tip. Regan licked her dry lips, longing to find out how he tasted.
Images flitted through her mind, pictures of her taking him between her lips and sucking, stroking him with her tongue. Regan was startled when she realized that they weren't her thoughts, her ideas. Liam's thoughts, that he had previously been blocking, were bursting into her brain while he was struggling to maintain control.
She mimicked the mental visions and lowered her head, licking the salty tip, before taking him between her lips.
Liam released a feral groan before sinking his hands into her hair and guiding her head so that her mouth moved up and down on his shaft. He pumped his hips up and moved her head down as she swallowed more and more of his cock as his movements became more furious. She lightly fingered his balls as she pressed her tongue tightly against his thrusting cock.
"I can't last. Have to come," Liam cried desperately as his hands tried to guide her head away from his pulsating shaft.
His thoughts didn't show me moving. She saw herself swallowing every drop. She wanted every drop. Just as he started to release, Regan took as much of his massive cock as she could and let the hot fluid flow into her throat, keeping him trapped in the moist, hot cavern of her mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" Liam bucked up and grasped her head, holding her mouth to him as he thrashed in the grips of a powerful orgasm.
Regan's heart hammered and her womb clenched as she tasted every drop, licking the warm fluid from his twitching member. He tasted so good, so very good, and her body was tingling with sensual delight as his body relaxed.
Regan's body was burning with the need for Liam to possess her as she shimmied up beside him. "Mate with me, Liam."
"You need to leave, Regan. Now!" Liam's voice was ragged and hoarse, as though he were fighting for control.
She turned on her back, ready to wait as long as she needed for him to change his mind. "I'm not leaving this room until we're mated or you reject me. Maybe I'm not exactly the woman you wanted, but I would like to think that being with me is a better alternative than death," she huffed, trying not to be hurt by Liam's reluctant attitude.
Actually, she had very little time to think about anything at all. Liam was on her, over her, before she could really process her emotions. He threw one strong thigh over her legs and his torso and chest came down roughly over hers, leaving her only enough space to breath. With an elbow and arm on each side of her head, he effectively pinned her to the bed with his face only inches from hers.
His eyes were wild, his lips frowning and Regan swore she could feel his thundering heartbeat over her breasts, his breathing erratic, as though he were hungry for oxygen. "Do you want to experience the same thing you had last night, Regan? Do you want to be taken by a man who can't control his obsession for you, because I guarantee it won't be much different today than it was yesterday."
She blinked up at him in wide-eyed fascination, her pussy flooding as she watched his struggle, his desperation for her. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen in her life and being the object of his desire was intoxicating. "Yes, please," she squeaked.
His animalistic gaze met hers and Regan could see the muscles in his jaw twitching as he growled, "This is not a joke. I basically raped you yesterday, took your virginity without any care. I want you with the same intensity today as I did yesterday. Or maybe even worse. I want to dominate and fuck you until you are so sated and weak that you can't move from this bed. And then I'll want to do it all over again."
Regan struggled to maneuver her arm inside of his prison so that she could lay her hand on his rough cheek. His whole body was seething and trembling, a cauldron of testosterone gone wild. "First of all, you didn't rape me, Liam. I wanted what happened. If I didn't, I could have easily put out a call for Sasha just like I did when Tom acted like an ass. It wasn't as if I was helpless."
His smoldering stare met hers and Regan saw a flicker of rational thought as he rasped, "Why didn't you?"
"I just told you, I wanted it. You going all caveman on me was like my most fantastic wet dream or fantasy," she told him honestly. "Just because you haven't felt sexual desire for me until now doesn't mean I haven't felt it for you. I have."
His expression was startled as he questioned softly, "You have?"
"Oh yeah, vampire. I touch myself thinking about you having your way with me," she told him bluntly as she traced the outline of his lips with her index finger. "I've never really wanted a man so desperately until I met you. I love you, Liam. I probably have for some time, even when I thought it was hopeless."
Liam broke her gaze and rested his forehead against her shoulder, his big body shaking as he answered, "This is a lifetime decision, Regan, and it will probably be eternal since you will be bonded to me. Are you sure you really want me for a mate? Don't do this if you don't. I couldn't bear it if you ended up resenting me or hating me."
"You're everything I've ever wanted, Liam." Regan's tone was melancholy as she fondled his hair thoughtfully. "I just hope you never regret it."
Liam's head came up and he speared her with a look so intense, so dark, that Regan's jaw dropped.
"I would never regret having you," his angry voice rumbled. "I love you with every beat of my heart, every breath. Do you think I could ever consider myself anything other than a lucky bastard if I had you for a mate, if you could forgive me for what happened to you and the things I said last night?"
He loves me. He loves me.
Regan's racing heart nearly jumped from her chest at his declaration. Liam's mouth crashed down to hers, sweeping her into a kiss of pure possession and raw need. She moaned into the embrace as his tongue devoured and conquered, demanding that she submit to him. Regan toppled and became pliant under him, relishing his power and desire.
Liam broke off the scorching embrace with a grunt and sat her up to lift off her silky gown, and toss it away. "Mine," he insisted with carnal ownership.
Regan shivered at her fierce, primitive response to his possessiveness. The response of a mate to her partner's dominance. "Yes," she agreed softly, her whole body quivering for him to take her. Lying back against the pillow, Regan sent him a come-take-me look as his eyes met hers and his hands wandered over her body, his fingers zeroing in on his mark.
"My mark," he said, his tone touched with awe as he stroked the colorful pattern of t
he dragon.
"Daric fixed it. Isn't he awesome?" she breathed softly.
"No. He is not awesome. Not to you. He is a good prince. I am the only man who you think is awesome," he replied, his voice demanding and guttural.
Caveman. Liam had definitely gone caveman. Regan bit her lip as desire fired through her body and shot straight to her pussy. "I need you, Liam," she panted as his hand moved up her inner thigh, stroking the soft, sensitive skin.
"I need to taste you first. The scent of your arousal is driving me mad," he told her urgently as he spread her legs wide, leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable to him.
Regan squirmed, her body burning with need. Dear God, she needed the feel of him between her thighs before she incinerated.
His fingers trailed over her hips as his head lowered, his hot breath streaming over the tiny blonde curls of her mound. Regan clenched her fists at her side, willing him to stroke her core, to ease the driving ache that was tearing her apart.
She whimpered at the first touch of his tongue against her slippery slit. He lapped gently, laving her from bottom to top, sipping her juices like nectar.
Not enough. Not enough.
Out of her mind with the need to climax, Regan finally grasped his head and pulled it tight against her pussy, grinding her hips against his mouth.
Liam retaliated immediately, throwing her hands above her head and locking them in place with fur-lined shackles that bound her magically to the headboard of the massive bed. She yanked and groaned in protest as he murmured, "I want to enjoy my feast. I will satisfy you, mate."
Now. Now. I need it now.
Regan panted as Liam thoroughly explored her, running his tongue over every inch of her quivering, pink flesh. He circled her swollen bud until Regan was ready to scream in frustration. Her hips rose, undulating, begging for relief.
"Mine," Liam muttered, vibrating her clit as his mouth closed over her and his teeth nipped lightly.
"Oh, God. Liam, please." Regan's head thrashed and she jerked at her wrist restraints.
His hands slid effortlessly beneath her and gripped her ass, bringing her begging core against his face as he flicked his tongue along her exposed clit. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.
Regan cried out, the pleasure almost unbearable. She gripped the restraints and dug her nails into the chain, needing something to ground her, to keep her from flying apart.
Her belly clenched as the spasms struck her hard and fast. Her channel contracted and released as fresh juices flowed with her stunning climax. Liam's mouth closed over her, licking leisurely as she spiraled down from her ecstasy.
"I'm not completely sure I know the precise mating procedure," Liam whispered, his voice hoarse, as he spread open-mouthed kisses along her thighs.
"Just join our marks and speak the mating pledge. Daric said you would know instinctively," Regan replied breathlessly, her legs trembling from his touch and the aftermath of her orgasm.
He rose to his knees between her legs, lightly tracing the mark on her hip. "Beautiful. So beautiful on you, Regan," he choked out in a raw declaration as he turned out his arm and matched the identical markings.
Regan didn't know his native language, but his words were lyrical and sweet. The warmth from their matched marks spread quickly through her body, consuming her with the intensity of her need and desire for Liam to fill her. As he finished his pledge, her back arched as the mating heat took control. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him down into her, needing his cock to fill her empty channel.
Their eyes met and Regan knew her eyes mirrored his, exposing the raw need to join. "Fuck me, Liam."
He reached for her, flipping her body over, dissolving the restraints before he rolled her to her stomach. "Need to fill you deep, so deep that you know who you belong to," Liam grunted as his arm came around her waist like a vise, supporting her shaking, fiery body.
He spread her legs wide, leaving her open to him, his to take. He barely paused at the tight entrance as he buried his cock into her wet channel. They groaned together, relieved to be joined. Regan pushed her ass back, wanting every inch even though she was already completely filled. There was no pain, just the intense, tight pressure of his cock opening and stretching her, binding them together.
"Mine!" Liam rumbled as he grasped her hips, keeping her steady. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed into her again. Regan gasped at the forcefulness of his repeated strokes, his body claiming her, owning her. Her arms and head dropped into the pillow, leaving her ass in the air as Liam's strokes became needier, faster, and deeper. Regan dug her fingers into the pillow as her body rocked back into his reflexively, needing his rough claiming.
Liam’s body came down to blanket hers and his hands slid to her shoulders to keep her from sliding into the headboard from the pistoning of his hips. Regan shuddered as he lifted her hair, moving it to her other shoulder, his tongue licking the side of her neck in hungry swirls.
"Mine forever, my love," Liam whispered softly as his fangs slid into the side of her neck with a slight pinch, unleashing a huge burst of erotic heat that spread through her body, making her moan as he pulled her head back and fed from her life blood.
Regan shattered, gulping for air as she felt the invisible bonds reach from his body to hers, securing their souls tightly together in ties that could never be broken. Tears flowed from her eyes as her orgasm and the binding made every emotion float close to the surface.
I love you, Liam.
Unable to speak, her mind called out to him.
"As I love you, my precious mate," he answered aloud in a low voice as he pulled his cock from her and rolled her onto her back.
He pulled her legs around his waist and entered her swiftly again, as though he was unable to be outside of her tight heat. Regan tightened her legs around him and he lowered his massive body over hers. Their bodies were both slick with sweat and her nipples abraded against his powerful chest as he took her mouth, his tongue mating hers to the same rhythm as his pounding cock.
Liam’s breath was hard and heavy as he broke his mouth away and buried his hands in her hair, looking deep into her eyes as he continued to fill her over and over, his hips pumping urgently. Regan could see forever in his fierce gaze as tiny fangs erupted from her gums.
Hunger seized her and she wrapped her arms around his neck to draw him to her. He came willingly and eagerly, offering the side of his neck, which she nuzzled, breathing in his male scent. Her man. Her mate.
Her tiny razor-sharp teeth cut into his skin like it was butter and she drank of his essence. He tasted hot, succulent and wild. Regan could feel him shudder and he groaned, "Yes, Regan. Take from me. Oh, fuck, it feels good."
She knew he was feeling the same sensations that she had felt and she sensed the unseen threads emanate from her body to entwine his soul with hers.
Bonded.
Regan closed the tiny punctures and threw her head back as Liam lost control, pounding into her with carnal lust, triggering a climax that tore through her body like a violent thunderstorm.
Her spasms gripped Liam's cock and he threw his head back, letting out a low, feral cry as he buried himself deep in a powerful release that made his body shudder.
He rolled to his side, dragging her up against him in a fierce, possessive hold as they rocked together, trying to recover from the explosive joining.
Regan lifted her head a little and gently stroked the small mark on Liam's neck. It was tiny and barely noticeable, but she knew if she had a magnifier she would see a miniature version of their mating mark. To the naked eye it looked like a little birthmark.
"It will never disappear?" Liam questioned softly.
Realizing her mate had picked up her thoughts, Regan replied. "Nope. Always there."
Liam gave a satisfied nod. "Good. I like the thought that every man will see my mark and know you belong to me."
"Caveman," she sighed softly, although she was secretly pleased t
hat he would also have her tiny mark on his neck to signify that he was hers.
"Does it bother you that I'm going to be a little possessive?" he asked thoughtfully as he stroked her hair.
A little? Regan choked back a laugh. "No." It made her feel cherished. "As long as you don't get a club and drag me by my hair to your cave," she teased him softly.
"Mmmm...," he hummed quietly, as though considering the idea.
"Don't even think about it," she warned him sternly before adding, "You wouldn't need it. I'd go with you quite willingly,” she teased him lightly as she stroked her hands over his body.
"Be careful what you start, my love," he warned with mock severity. "You're going to be sore."
"Already am. So we might as well go for it." She laughed lightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a gentle kiss, barely able to process the fact that Liam was actually hers. Forever.
"I love you, Regan. I'm not sure what I ever did to deserve such a mate. You're my best friend and the love of my life. I always knew you were special, right from the start. It may seem strange, but I loved you even before we fired the mating instinct," Liam mused, letting out a long, contented sigh. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
"You gave your life to your people without a single complaint, Liam. You're almost unnatural in your dedication. You deserved to take one thing that you wanted for yourself."
"You're the only thing I ever truly coveted."
God, how could she not love him when he said things like that? "I guess it will save you my nagging about you feeding every day. Is it so bad feeding from me?" she asked curiously.
He pulled back and gave her a wicked grin. "Sweetheart, I can promise you that I'd be more than happy to devour you daily. Maybe several times a day."
"Are we talking about blood here?" She gave him a dubious look as she asked.