Chapter 52 – Gabriella
When I planned to run away, I thought the quickest way to bond with my baby was to hold him as much as possible and sleep with him in my arms. There hadn’t exactly been time to explain the importance of this psychological necessity to Liam.
So…. With Storm curled at my feet and Luca tucked in my arms, I lay down in the master bedroom after a quick shower and sending Betty home with many thanks.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep. In fact, I had planned on reading until my beast came back.
But the wicked-steep drops, the tight twists and curls of the emotional roller coaster I had been on for months, but especially the last few weeks, caught up to me.
I might have managed two or three sentences before I slid into a sweet oblivion. The sound of running water—or maybe it was Storm stirring—had me sitting bolt upright.
Storm was dancing in front of the en suite bathroom.
I let out a sigh of relief knowing it was Liam who was home, since it had only been forty-five minutes since I'd laid down.
I didn’t think Luca would need the bottle on the nightstand—the formula in the glass and the baby Keurig machine ready to brew—anytime soon. Tucking a pillow on either side of him, I crept to the door and pushed inside but had to shut it to keep the puppy from prancing about.
Liam didn't have a light on. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but I saw him in the glow of the blue nightlight, head bent, body tight behind the glass door of the running shower.
His fist….
O, merda! His fist pumped along his length.
I bit my lip, debating joining him. But how many chances would there ever be to enjoy a show of this caliber? I shucked off my clothes, let them whisper to the floor, and hopped on the granite vanity. It was somewhat amazing that he hadn’t realized I was in here.
I slid my fingers between my legs, flicking them over my clit as my thumbs circled with just enough pressure to make me gasp. Another brush of my fingers against my wet heat, and I began to question why I was sitting out here instead of joining and finding what I needed.
“Do you see something you like, little bird?”
Liam’s rough voice had my head snapping up. Although I couldn’t see him, I knew our gazes clashed somewhere in the dark.
I continued to rub tight circles around the sensitive nerves as I let out a little gasp. “Yes!”
Liam smacked the water off and stepped out, dripping and naked. He didn’t reach for a towel. He didn’t wait to dry off before prowling forward.
He leaned over me, hands fisting against the granite on either side of me. The scent of his soap made me inhale deeply, but it was the masculine energy that made me smile in greeting.
Liam bent and, without a word, placed his lips over my peaked nipple. His tongue flicked once, twice, before he pulled back, sliding the dusky skin between his teeth and giving a gentle tug. A shudder rolled through me.
“Liam…please,” I moaned.
He tsked. “Does my beautiful cailín need some relief?”
He angled his head, finding my other breast. My body arched into him until his teeth sank down with just enough force to shoot pleasure through my core and make me hiss at the bite of pain.
“Yes,” I insisted.
“It’s a pity then that we can’t do something about it,” he teased, kissing down my center, flicking his tongue against my navel before licking a slow path over my hips and along my pelvis.
I spread my legs, leaning back and opening myself up to him. “We can do something right here.”
I reached for him. But he caught my hands, transferring them both into one of his and holding them away from his body.
His rough words were hot against my skin. “Maybe I'll have to teach you a lesson for ruining my plans.”
“What? What plans?” I gasped as his teeth grazed my flesh. It was the barest of caresses, not enough stimulation to give me what I needed, but it was there. I writhed, trying to move him where I needed his attention.
He chuckled darkly. “They were wicked fun, cailín.”
“Liam!” I hissed.
He tightened his grip around my wrists. “That’s not my name, little bird.”
My insides clenched, and my arousal dripped between my legs. “Master.”
“Good girl.”
He flicked his tongue against my pussy. But then with a tsk, he pulled back to tower over me. “Should’ve used the baby cradle. Bed’s occupied. No room for us.”
“It wasn’t like I meant to,” I snapped, need and frustration giving my words a bite. “Until he’s used to us, I think the baby should know that he’s safe and always with his new humans.”
Liam’s mouth twisted. In the blue glow from the night light, I swore there were fangs. “New humans?”
A strangled groan ripped from my chest. The spot between my legs ached. My nipples strained painfully. Liam was right there. So damn close! “There’s very little blood in my brain right now, forgive me if English isn’t my top priority.”
I jerked against his hold, trying and failing to force his mouth where I needed it.
“Well, I suppose that’s something we should have talked about,” he muttered. “And if this is the new sleeping arrangement, we’ll have to be creative with our extracurricular pursuits.”
“Exactly!” I said breathlessly. “That’s part of parenting.”
He chuckled. “The dog needs to stay off the furniture, though.”
That was not the argument I wanted to have. Because I knew that agreeing would give me what I wanted, I made a bargain right then and there with the devil.
“The pup will no longer be allowed on couches, mattresses, or the kitchen barstools,” I said as Liam jerked in surprise. “Now, will you please, pplleaaseee fuck me?”
“Who am I?” he demanded.
“Master,” I breathed.
Satisfied with my pleading, Liam knelt between my legs.
I bit my lip to keep back the cry of pleasure the moment he plunged his tongue into my pussy.
“I love the way you taste,” he murmured, the heat of his mouth making me shiver.
I relaxed against the mirror, enjoying the feel of him, his tongue flicking against me before his lips sucked my clit into his mouth. When he added fingers, pushing them into my channel, I moaned again.
This time he lost no time, curling them, stroking deep, finding just the right spot. I recognized the pull, knowing that it turned him on when I had liquid bursts of arousal.
While the internet said it didn’t happen every time a female was stimulated, I felt the telltale signs quickly building.
Legs wrapped around Liam’s upper back, I tipped my pelvis to meet each thrust of his fingers.
“More, Liam,” I whimpered.
He responded by slowing down. I let out a strangled groan, trying to buck and ride his touch.
“Master,” I hissed. “Please.”
“Who could resist such supplications?” He spoke almost to himself. “When mere mortals fall before the goddesses of old….”
The rest was lost in the flood of pleasure.
It spiked my veins. Stronger than any shot of whiskey, I felt the sizzle burn me from the inside out. My breath quickened until I was panting.
This man and his wicked, sinfully beautiful mouth!
Shivers thrummed through my body as Liam added a third finger.
He devoured me. There was no other way to say it.
The pressure increased and the orgasm built, climbing high.
With each curl of his fingers, he stroked the sensitive flesh inside my channel.
I was going to slide off the counter if it wasn't for his face between my legs, my hands still pinned in his.
There was nothing for me to hold onto against the onslaught he brought.
“Yes! Liam, right there, right there.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth. His tongue flicked and his teeth tugged, and then he released it and set a furious rhythm, stroking, rubbing, and flicking against my pussy.
My muscles clenched around his fingers, the tension built, and I moaned, “Liam, that feels so good.”
Chuckling darkly, he pulled back. “I’ve changed my mind.”
I shot forward, stifling a scream of protest. “Liam! What the hell?!”
The relief I needed was nowhere in sight because he pulled himself free and released my hands. I scrambled, clawing at his shoulders, trying to force the beast of a man back on his knees.
“Why?” I croaked. “You’re a villain, you know that!”
“If I’m a villain, then why are you moaning my name?”
I had no answer for that.
His chuckle was sin and seduction.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he said, capturing the back of my hair, bringing my mouth to his. “Here, try.”
The kiss was messy. Hard. Perfect. I tasted my arousal on his lips, on his tongue. It soaked his five o'clock shadow, and I inhaled my own scent exactly as the monster wanted me to. His tongue delved into my mouth, tangling with mine as he stole the very air from my lungs.
And then he broke the connection.
“Since our two-legged child and our four-legged one might disrupt us at any second,” he murmured, “I'm going to make you come all over my cock, and then later, when everything’s settled, I will resume feasting on that perfect little cunt. Deal?”
Another bargain.
I would sell my soul for that price.
“Deal,” I rasped.
He put a hand on my hip, still holding my head, and brought his lips to mine, fusing us together at the mouth with another brutal kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging for dear life.
My arms brushed against a wisp of metal. The gold chain.
He never takes it off.
I moaned into his mouth, pouring my feelings into the kiss.
Liam’s teeth sank into my bottom lip. Slowly, he pulled it.
“Can you be a good girl?” Liam asked, sliding his tip against my drenched center.
I nodded eagerly.
“Then fucking show me,” he said, and pushed into my tight channel, going as deep as the angle would allow before drawing back and slamming into me again.
I was desperate for him, wanting to be ruined in the best way possible, but his thrusts were too shallow, and my ass was in danger of going numb against the granite.