Chapter 24 Burning Hot #2
I grabbed her breast, loving the way it fit in my hand, firm yet soft. She was fucking perfect in every damn way. The hottest, fucking sexiest girl I’d ever seen. I groaned, twisting her nipple and making her whimper. I just wish this shirt wasn’t between us…
“Fuck, Liam…” she whimpered. Her back arched, her head tilted back, and her pouty plump lips parted slightly.
I took a deep breath. As much as I wanted to fuck her senseless, I needed to take it slow. I wondered how far she’d let me go, but I knew I needed to stop before I ended up losing control. I was good at controlling myself, yet… around her, it was getting fucking harder.
I carried her to the bed, holding her with one arm as I pulled the duvet back and placed her down. She looked up at me, sitting there with her legs tucked under her; her hand on the bed between her knees, the other to her lips and her cheeks flushed. I groaned.
“Raven, can you fucking stop?”
“Stop what? I’m not even doing anything.” She frowned, despite the fact that her heart was still racing and her chest was heaving. That had always been the case; Raven never realised what she did, but she always looked so fucking sexy.
I got onto the bed on my knees, leaning over her. I tugged her back by the hair and gave her a sexy smirk.
“Exactly that, love,” I whispered, flicking my tongue out and tracing it over her lips, only satisfied when she whimpered, her heartbeat thudding even louder.
Smirking, I moved back and laid down, placing one hand under my head, giving her a moment to recover as I tried to control my raging emotions.
“Liam… when did you get this tattoo?” She asked after a moment, placing a hand on my chest.
“A few months after I left…” I replied, trying to ignore the sparks.
“Does the raven represent me?” She asked softly. I cocked a brow.
“I knew you were never a bright student, love, but isn’t that a bit obvious?” I remarked. She glared at me, smacking my arm hard. “Fuck, what was that for?”
“For being a mean jerk! I wasn’t that bad at studies; I just didn’t bother…”
“Exactly,” I smirked. She rolled her eyes.
“Well, we can’t always be an A-star Westwood kid,” she said, batting her lashes before laughing. “School… damn, I remember how all the girls would be googly-eyed over you, but you never paid them attention.”
“Because my eyes were on someone else,” I said huskily, placing my hand on her thigh. I loved how the blush coated her cheeks. The things she did to me…
I didn’t get how I could love someone so fucking deeply, wanting to respect them and care for them, yet at the same time, I kept thinking explicitly about her and all the dirty things I wanted to do to her. Guess it went hand in hand, right?
“Eyes up here, Blue Eyes,” she said, and I realised I was staring at her thighs.
“Have I ever told you that I love your thighs?” And that I want to kiss every inch of them before I devour you?
She blushed, getting all nervous again, before pressing her legs together and tugging on her nightshirt, only resulting in straining it against her breasts. Yeah, love, I love that, too; carry on.
“Umm, I always found them kind of chunky compared to the rest of me,” she admitted, unable to look into my eyes. She sure was amusing.
“Perfect legs to have wrapped around me,” I remarked, ghosting my fingers up her thigh. She bit her lip, trying to not let it get to her and failing as she sighed softly. She slowly looked up and stared at me.
“Liam... there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Go for it,” I said, not stopping my teasing until she swatted my hand away.
“This is serious,” she pouted.
“Go on.”
She took a deep breath, making me frown in concern. What was it?
“A year after the Blood Moon, remember you said you got drunk and you ended up kissing a girl, thinking it was me?” A flash of guilt rushed through me, and I clenched my jaw, feeling fucking terrible.
“Yeah…” Where was this going? She tilted her head, looking at me with a sad look in her eyes.
“It was me. You kissed me that night,” she whispered, making my eyes fly open in shock. What?
I tilted my head, sitting up slowly. A hundred thoughts were rushing through my mind. That made sense… fuck, it wasn’t just the drugs messing with me. It had actually been Raven…
“Why were you there?” I asked, staring into her alluring eyes.
“Aunty had some pack work to attend to, so I went, but the Blood Moon was always a painful reminder of that night, so I got away and got drunk,” she whispered.
“Thank the Goddess,” I murmured, pulling her into my arms, feeling a huge weight lifted off of me.
I didn’t fucking betray her.
She curled into my lap, her hand on my heart as she tilted her head up to look at me.
“Liam… why did you just leave if you cared so much?”
“I thought… if I stayed, I’d just cause more issues.
I thought you didn’t want to talk, so maybe if I was gone, you two would get it over with and mate.
When I learnt you left, I was fucking tempted to try again, but my ego and anger were stronger.
.. so I refused, instead focusing on my training,” I said quietly.
She looked up at me, her eyes saddening.
“I wouldn’t be complete without you, Liam,” she said softly, her eyes strong with emotions.
“And Damon?”
She fell silent, confusion riddling her. My heart clenched. Just when I was about to feel like I wasn’t enough, she looked at me with sadness and longing in her eyes.
“You are and always will be my first love,” she whispered, a single tear trickling down her cheek.
I could sense her confusion and turmoil. I guess it must be fucking hard having a pull towards two people. Selene really must hate us to put us through this. Why couldn’t shit have been simple?
“And you are mine,” I whispered, enclosing her in my arms tightly and burying my head in her neck.
In a perfect world, we could have been together and happy without any extra baggage. But we all know this world of ours is far from fucking perfect.
Fuck you, Selene.