“Just leave it as done,” he says. He doesn’t want to talk about it, or even think about it again. She wants to say more but doesn’t when he remains firm with her. She holds him instead and he takes her to the bed and kisses her. He strips her of her clothes as she does to him, and he presses his naked body against hers. There is no urgency now, he just needs her passionate, sweet, and beautiful self to take care of him. She sucks every inch of him, bites him harshly before she kisses him gently. He is rock hard and straining to be inside her, but she doesn’t let him. Not yet. She wants to show her love for him, and he wants to let her. She takes him in her mouth, and he groans, eager to come, but he holds out because he knows he needs to time to regroup and he doesn’t want this to end.
“I love you,” he murmurs to her as she works her tongue up and down his shaft. She circles his base and slides her hand up him and over the tip of him and he twitches. He needs her now. She knows and gives him what he wants. She straddles him and slowly, so slowly he wants to grab her and force her right down onto him, she sinks down. She is so wet and so hot.
“Oh, Linc,” she whispers to him. “You feel so good inside me.” She leans forward, her hands on his chest and kisses him. He can’t hold back any longer. He grabs her hips and flips her over, impaling her with his huge cock. Again, and again he ravages her. Takes her to the top and brings her back down again. He unleashes himself on her, knowing he shouldn’t be hurting her, but he needs it and she basks in it, asking for more. He couldn’t have found a more perfect woman to share his life with and he has to make her his. That is all that matters now as he climaxes with a victorious roar as he squeezes her ass tight, shooting his seed into her, drenching her with his need.
She lies on his chest, stroking little circles on him. He loves it when she does that. He just loves her. He can smell and feel her milky nectar cooling on his cock, and it gets him hard again. He feels her smile against his chest, and she slips down him to take him in her mouth again. He jumps to attention as she starts to lick him clean, a pure erotic moment that has him coming in her mouth within minutes. She crawls back up him and swallows and smiles at him as she kisses him, swishing her tongue around his so he can taste them both in her mouth. She drives him crazy with lust. She does things to him that he never would have thought possible. She is the sexiest creature alive, and he tells her. She giggles and settles back down against him.
“Hungry,” she mumbles, and his own stomach lets out a loud rumble. He remembers he has had nothing to eat since that half a steak last night.
“Me too,” he says.
Liv sits up and says, “I will make you breakfast.”
He is a bit hesitant. Can she cook? He doesn’t want to offend her, so he goes along with her to the kitchen after they have got dressed. She goes about making scrambled eggs and bacon with hash browns and toast. He watches her as she very effectively works her away around the kitchen, making sure everything is perfectly timed.
“You cook?” he asks her as she clearly has knowledge of the kitchen.
“Of course,” she says. “I studied cordon bleu in Paris.”
Of course, she did.
“Is there anything that you don’t do?” he asks with a laugh.
She returns it and says, “Boats. I do not do boats.”
“You get seasick?” he asks, surprised that Vampires would suffer from such an affliction.
“Like you won’t believe,” she replies. “Coming to America was horrendous.”
“I can imagine,” he mutters, glad he’s not Devon. That must have been unpleasant. “But what I mean is, is there anything you can’t master?”
She frowns and then sighs as she places his plate in front of him and sits with her own. “CK’s impassive face. Geez, I have tried, but that man must have been made from stone. It’s impossible.” She snorts with laughter and he joins in and watches her wolf her breakfast down. He isn’t far behind her today and grabs the last piece of toast before she can.
“Hey,” she says and tries to grab it. He holds it up out of her reach and she bashes him in the chest. “No fair, giant.” He stands as it is the only way he will be able to eat this without her trying to take it. He loves her being so short next to him.
“Sorry, baby,” he says through bites. “You ate half my dinner last night. I’m fucking starving.”
She sulks for a few minutes and has a pang as he realizes how normal this is, how domesticated and how much he wants it with her. He wonders how long it will last. He hopes forever.
No such luck as she stands and says, “I should get back. I told them I was only coming to get you. I’ve been gone hours.”
“Lucky for me,” he says smartly, and she smiles. “Give me five minutes and then we will be out of here. I want to, uh…” He wants to check on Chrissie but doesn’t know how to tell Liv that.
She knows though and waves him off. He goes quickly to find her. She is in the den, slumped on a stool and looking worn out.
“You should get to bed,” he says. “You will be more comfortable.” Her wounds will take a little while to heal. He, as an Alpha male, is stronger, faster, and heals quicker than regular Shifters. She will be sore for at least a few more hours. She nods woefully and he takes pity on her. He embraces her lightly and she clings to him, making the mistake of running her hands up his back under his t-shirt. He steps back abruptly just as Liv walks into the room, no doubt come to find him. He launches himself at her as the fury crosses her face and says to her, “Leave it. It was nothing but comfort. Let’s go.” The last thing he needs is another fight between these two. One that would surely end in Chrissie’s death. Liv is the world’s biggest hypocrite. She has her multiple lovers, but she is fiery jealous of anyone who goes near her men. He has no doubt, that after everything, she wouldn’t hold back. He grabs her hands and says, “Liv, let’s go.”
Fortunately, she takes the high road and circles her arms possessively around him. “I’m watching you,” she spits out to Chrissie who looks t
errified and in pain, and Astrals them back over to England.
Chapter 19
Buckinghamshire, England, September 2013 – Liv
“Where the fuck have you been?” is yelled at us as soon as we land in the library. Three guesses as to whose voice it is.
“Calm down,” I say to CK. “Something came up.”