His Touch #2
I was cut off when his lips crashed against mine in a sizzling kiss. My entire body was reacting to his touch; I felt giddy, my stomach fluttering and my core clenching as I began kissing him back. His luscious lips were so damn perfect. I whimpered as my emotions rushed through me. Goddess…
He plunged his tongue into my mouth, caressing mine before he sucked on it hard.
One hand left my face and snaked around my waist, pulling me hard against his firm body.
The other threaded into my hair and tilted my head back as he bent over me slightly.
A wanton moan left my lips as I throbbed hard.
There was something so intense about his kiss, fuelled by love, hunger, and desperation.
He turned us, pushing me up against the wall near the front door. His hard-on pressed against my stomach. Fuck…
His kiss was getting… hotter, dirtier, kinkier?
I wasn’t even sure how to explain it... but the way his hand ran up my thigh, the way he sucked and nibbled my lips and explored my mouth…
the way his body pressed against mine… grinding against me ever so slightly…
I wanted more, too. My core was aching, and I felt as if my entire body would explode from the intense emotions that were running through me.
Fuck… I muttered through the link.
Keep moaning and kissing me like that, and I might find it hard to stop, he groaned, breaking away from my lips as he nibbled on my ear, sucking on the lobe.
Maybe I don’t want you to, I whispered back, moaning in pleasure and making him pause.
His lips were brushing my neck just below my ear. A certain part of him throbbed against me, making me sigh softly. He moved back slightly, a devilish smirk crossing his lips.
“You sure, beautiful?” He teased, his hand slipping under my skirt.
My eyes widened when his hand brushed between my thighs. I bit my lip, looking around. We were right outside the Westwoods’ home! Although there were trees around, I knew there could be patrol passing around at any moment…
“Liam…mm…” I closed my eyes when his fingers rubbed against my panties, pleasure rushing through me, and the urge to part my legs or pull away were fighting against one another.
“Someone might see us,” I whispered, although I sounded completely flustered.
I had never done this before… and out in the open?
My heart was pounding, yet the pleasure that just the brush of his finger was giving me was making my legs tremble and my stomach knot in anticipation. He looked around before taking hold of my wrist and pulling me around the side of the house, pushing me up against the wall.
“Better?” He asked, kissing my lips again.
“A little,” I said in between his hot, hungry kisses.
“What’s the fun in anything without the fear of being caught?” He teased, his hand going under the skirt of my dress once more. My cheeks burned when he pushed my underwear aside. “Fuck…” Liam murmured, sliding his finger between my folds.
I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering shut as a soft moan escaped my lips.
The moment his finger touched my clit, I pressed my head back against the wall as pleasure rushed through me.
Goddess... Yes, I had used a vibrator, it was as far as I dared go when it came to toys, but this…
having his hands on me... it felt so good…
“Fuck, Liam…” I moaned. He massaged my pussy. His lips met mine in a passionate kiss, but he pulled away fast.
“I want to taste you, love,” he whispered huskily, bending down before me. “Mind if I do?” His fingers ghosted down my inner thighs as he waited for an answer.
My cheeks were burning, and I knew they were probably pink as I gave him a small nod.
The fact that we were outside now seemed like a distant worry.
All I could do was stare into those deep, magnetic blue orbs of his.
My eyes widened when he slipped my dress up slightly and slid my panties down to my ankles.
“Liam, what are… fuck!” I gasped when he lifted one of my legs to his shoulders, burying his face between my thighs.
If there was anything on my mind, it was completely gone the moment his tongue flicked out, running from the bottom of my pussy all the way up to my clit. I clamped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying out. Goddess….
Fuck, you taste better than I imagined, his voice came through the link.
So, you’ve imagined what I tasted like? I couldn’t help but ask, despite my cheeks burning even more.
Countless times…
I have, too…
I whimpered, unable to reply as he ate me out like I was the tastiest thing on the planet.
Fuck... My hand was tangled in his hair, and my entire body was reacting to his delicious assault.
I moved my hips against him, unable to stop myself from wanting that tongue of his on my clit, but he had other ideas.
I almost yelped when his moist tongue slipped into me.
“Oh, fuck, that’s it!” I whimpered, struggling to keep my voice down as he tongue-fucked me.
It felt too fucking good… Goddess…
His hands stroked my thighs and squeezed my ass, but right then, I didn’t care about anything but how much pleasure he was inflicting on me. His tongue slipped out of me, flicking my clit sensually.
“Fuck, Liam, right there! Oh, fuck, baby!” I moaned, quietly feeling that intense pressure building before my orgasm ripped through me, and I clamped my hands over my mouth as my entire body trembled.
I gasped, my legs almost giving way. If Liam wasn’t holding me, I would have buckled.
“Fuck…” I breathed, my chest heaving. I could feel the hardness of my nipples as Liam moved back, and my dress slipped down after delivering a light spank to my ass.
“Fucking delicious,” he said seductively, licking his lips. His eyes locked with mine.
My entire body was still tingling from the aftershock of my orgasm, my heart thumping when he kissed my inner leg before lowering it from his shoulder and sliding my panties back up.
A smirk crossed those lush lips of his as he stood up, taking my chin and pressing his lips to mine.
I could taste myself in his mouth, and it only made my heart thump even more.
This side of Liam was reserved only for me…
and there was something so fucking hot about that…
Don’t you taste good, love? He asked huskily through the link. Because I think I just found myself a new favourite thing to feast on…
I didn’t reply, blushing when he parted his lips and allowed me to roam his mouth with my tongue. My hand ran down his firm abs and over the bulge in his pants, but he stopped me, taking hold of my tiny wrist in his hands.
“Not today, love,” he said quietly, his smirk vanishing as he stared up into my eyes. “When you’re fully mine,” he added, quietly answering my silent questions. The pang of pain that squeezed at my chest at the realisation that I had two mates returned to me like a slap in the face.
I didn’t reply as he turned and left me standing there alone. I couldn’t go on like this… it wasn’t fair to any one of us.
I returned to the packhouse after that, not wanting anyone to know what we had just done.
My mind kept replaying the moment with Liam, and I realised that, despite worrying about him, I was holding back from being myself completely with him because of my connection to Damon. It wasn’t fair to anyone…
Damon had mind-linked asking if things were okay, and I told him that we didn’t really talk, but he’d calmed down. He was glad things didn’t escalate and filled me in on what happened inside. Yes, I felt dreadful…
Aunty Red had also mind-linked asking about Liam as well, but the thing is, we didn’t really get to talk, so I told her the same thing I told Damon.
Things had just gotten out of hand, but I didn’t regret it.
I just… I needed to sort myself out. Maybe talking to Taylor might help.
I needed a friend’s insight on this, and I think we both needed each other.
I pulled on some soft black loungewear, consisting of comfy bottoms, a crop top and a cardigan, before I grabbed some snacks from my stash; Doritos, a bag of mixed chocolates, and a share bag of candyfloss.
Who doesn’t love cotton candy? Of course, I brought one of my plushies, you can’t have a movie night without a plushie, and of course, slippers!
I looked down at my fluffy slippers proudly.
I was halfway down the hallways when Owen bumped into me on purpose, but I was kind of expecting it. I braced myself just in time, shoving him hard and knocking him into the wall on his other side. A young couple, Lee and Macy, snickered at that, and Owen shot them a glare.
“So, where are you off to tonight? Your other mate’s for the night?” He asked, making me freeze.
“Excuse me?”
“Come on, we all know you have two mates. Wow, you’re a little slut, huh?” He taunted.
“Owen cut it out,” Lee warned him.
“I can handle this,” I said, despite feeling shocked at the fact that the entire packhouse knew I had two mates. Was it the guard? Shit… “Actually, I’m going to Taylor’s,” I said icily.
“Oh, I never knew he rolled both ways. There might actually be a bit of a man in the fucking-” Owen was cut off when someone punched him across the face. Zack’s scent hit me before I realised it was him as he knocked Owen to the ground, punching him across the face again.
“Who the fuck do you think you are insulting?” He growled venomously, punching him again. My eyes widened as I stared at them, but I wasn’t going to stop them. Owen deserved it.
“What the fuck, man?” Owen growled.
“You don’t fucking talk shit about him, or I swear I will fuck you up!” Zack hissed, delivering a final punch to Owen’s jaw, making the three of us watching flinch at the resounding crack.
He got off him, and Owen groaned, rolling onto his side. The smell of blood filled my nose as he spat a mouthful out whilst he watched Zack turn away. I stuck my tongue out at him before trudging down the stairs behind Zack.
“Someone got angry,” I said, clutching my snacks tightly. He looked down at my plushie before shaking his head and giving me a look that clearly said, ‘You know why.’
“And where were you headed to?” Zack asked, raising his eyebrow as he looked me over.
“Spending the night at Taylor’s,” I answered, tossing my hair. Hehe, bet you want to be in my place right now, sucker. I instantly felt bad when he swallowed and nodded, his eyes filled with guilt.
“How is he?”
“He needs time… but he’ll be okay,” I said softly as Nina and another omega stepped out of the kitchen and passed Zack a large bag full of boxed food. I gave Nina a small wave, and she smiled back as Zack thanked them.
“What’s with the food?” I asked, motioning to the Tupperware.
“Oh, I’m taking these for a few of the boys on patrol. With everything happening, they don’t really get breaks often,” he said, shrugging.
“Oh, okay! Well, have fun being a delivery boy,” I said, strolling towards the front door.
“Hey, should you be going out alone? If Liam knew-”
“He won’t know unless you open your mouth,” I growled.
“I’ll walk you.” I raised an eyebrow.
“Are you worried about me, or do you just want to see a certain someone?”
“Both. He’s avoiding me, not that I fucking blame him,” Zack said quietly. I gave him a sympathetic smile.
“He’ll come around,” I assured him as we left the packhouse. Ah, the weather was good tonight…
We reached Taylor’s house shortly after, and I paused, glancing at my own parent’s home for a moment. It felt strange… I didn’t know what to feel anymore…
“Raven…?” Zack asked, concerned. “You okay?” I nodded my head and smiled.
“Of course!” I said before I walked up to Taylor’s front door and rang the doorbell. Zack stayed at the gate, but he didn’t leave. His eyes were on the door.
Taylor opened it looking as handsome as ever in an oversized tank top and sweatpants. His eyes instantly snapped to Zack at the gates, and his heart skipped a beat. He clenched his jaw and looked at me.
“Hey, you got snacks! I got some too, and pizza is on the way,” he said, smiling down at me.
“Mhmm,” I said, giving him a hug despite having my hands full. I knew Zack had walked off. It hurt to see them like this.
We headed upstairs, and both of us plopped down on his bed. He put on a movie that he knew both of us would enjoy, although I knew we were both going to be watching less and talking more.
“So, how was your day?” Taylor asked as we both settled against the pillows. I placed my plushie next to me in the middle of us both, smiling proudly at it. He held out the bowl of popcorn he had already prepared, and I sighed heavily at his question.
“Okay, want me to tell you my problems? Because I have a lot to tell,” I asked, pouting. Taylor propped himself up on his elbow, tilting his head.
“Okay... should I be worried? I mean, I have heard stuff…”
“Well… I guess you heard about the two mates, huh?” I said, throwing popcorn up in the air and catching it in my mouth.
“Yeah… I did, actually. Damn, girl…” He gave me a small smile. I sighed heavily.
“No, babe, not okay…”
I began to explain our entire situation.
The pizza came halfway through, and we ate slowly.
Taylor was more in shock than anything else as he processed the entire thing.
I didn’t hold back from how Dad deleted those texts to everything else.
Telling him how I had chemistry with both and loved them both, but it was also so different.
How I felt guilty and confused. The only thing I left out was the curse.
“…. And there you have it. My life,” I finished, biting into my third pizza slice. Taylor let out a low whistle as he gulped some of his fizzy drink down.
“So... that’s why things between those two are weird as hell?” He asked, running his fingers through his hair.
“Yeah,” I said, sighing heavily.
“Well, now I’m wondering who has it worse, you or me…” he muttered. I gave him a sympathetic smile.
“For what it’s worth, I think things will get better,” I offered.
“So, who will you pick?” He asked, picking up a few fries. My eyes widened as I stared up at him, my heart thundering at his words.
“Pick?” Taylor nodded, his warm eyes full of concern and curiosity.
“Yeah, because it’s obvious from everything you just told me that you’re going to have to pick one…” My heart skipped a beat, and I nodded.
“Yeah, that has been on my mind… but how am I supposed to do that without feeling guilty?” I asked the one question that haunted my thoughts.