Chapter 23 #2
She trusted me, and I wasn’t going to do anything to fuck that up.
I pulled her flush against me, her breasts flattening against my chest, our bond only growing stronger.
We were fated mates, and the attraction wasn’t the kind of thing either of us would survive if we tried to deny it.
I leaned in and captured her mouth with mine, molded her against me, and she responded, pushing her tongue into my mouth.
And so, the duel began. It was eager, sensual… a mating all on its own.
As our mouths warred, each of us fighting for control and moving in sync, the most primal of urges stirred within me.
I didn’t bother trying to resist the need to explore her body.
I slid my hands along her rib cage, down to the curves of her hips as I pulled her closer.
She wore only a T-shirt and sweatpants, and as I continued kissing her and being kissed by her, I drew one hand up her body. The little minx wasn’t wearing a bra.
The kiss intensified and became rough as I nipped at her lips and sucked on her tongue. Liza matched me touch for touch, moan for moan, meeting my passion and desire with equal enthusiasm.
Her hips thrust forward, pushing into my erection with force, with unbridled need. Liza’s groan in my mouth was like a heady drink of water, and she swirled her tongue inside my mouth, tugging my shirt away to flatten her smooth hands on my skin.
We moved through her living room, bumping into furniture, crashing into walls, grabbing at one another and growling. Liza released her passion and her aggressions at the same time. I took it all without a moment’s hesitation.
Her newfound confidence turned me on beyond coherent thought as we allowed ourselves to get lost in the passion.
If I lived to be a hundred, I would never get tired of being with her.
We moved through the living room and crashed into an end table that slid sideways. The lamp on top of it tumbled to the floor and shattered. Liza giggled, which only made me want her more. “It’s only a lamp.”
I leaned down and found her mouth again, then broke away, this time trailing kisses down her neck to the hollow just above her collarbone.
She caught my face in her hands, pulling me back to her, her mouth merging with mine. This kiss was more frenzied and intense as our bodies pressed against one another.
It took a while, but eventually, we pulled apart from each other, panting heavily. I looked into Liza’s eyes and made myself a promise right then and there.
She would be mine. Forever.
Liza stepped back an inch, but it was enough for me to her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her T-shirt.
My wolf growled and shouted, “Mate! Mate!”
She took my hand without saying a word and led me to her bedroom.
This would not be the same as the night we’d shared in my bedroom.
This kiss had ignited something more between us.
I gazed deep into her eyes. I had to make sure she definitely wanted this.
That she wouldn’t regret it. I wouldn’t take her unless she was positive.
She looked back at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “I trust you,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I know it hasn’t been long, but every instinct in me screams to trust you.”
I was an asshole. A liar. A man who knew things about her that he wasn’t telling her—things she had every right to and probably needed to know. But I needed her. And I wanted her.
I wanted and needed her to believe in me. To trust that I would never hurt her, and that anything I kept from her wasn’t out of selfishness but to protect her, to make sure she was equipped to handle the information. That was what I told myself because I wanted this.
Like I said, I was an asshole.
At that moment, Liza needed something more from me. To feel free. To be herself and give in to her desires and do it without judgment.
And by fuck, she was going to get what she wanted. I didn’t care what it cost me.
As we kissed, our hands skimmed and roamed and explored each other’s bodies, taking in every inch we could reach while our lips were still fused together.
I could sense her desire, feel it growing for me with every passing moment as the scent of her strong pheromones filled the bedroom.
Even without them, I wanted her, and I was eager to satisfy her.
I moved us toward the edge of her bed. She still had a few too many clothes on, and I relieved her of all of them with deft fingers and smooth movements, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
I shed my own T-shirt, then wrapped my arms around her so we were skin to skin.
After a kiss that could’ve peeled the wallpaper, I lowered Liza down onto the mattress. She opened her legs, allowing me to fit my erection snuggly against her warm pussy.
Heat radiated off Liza’s body as I ran my hands up and down every inch of her. She was soft and supple beneath my touch, and I had been dreaming of doing this with her since the first night. My heart pounded. My stomach tightened. The moment was finally here.
I kissed her neck and groaned when goosebumps rose on her skin under the pressure of my lips. She moaned, her head tilting back as I dragged my mouth along the vein in her throat. I moved my lips down to her collarbone, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin.
Liza’s hands slipped down my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles. Her fingers danced around to my spine,, slipping beneath my jeans and down to my ass.
She scooted one around to the front, but I caught her wrist. “Don’t touch me, yet. I’ll lose control too soon.” It was why I had yet to shed my jeans. I couldn’t risk this ending too soon, because when I was with her, I couldn’t control myself.
I moved my attention to her thigh, tracing small circles on the inside of her leg with one gentle fingertip. She spread her legs wider in silent invitation.
I pushed myself up onto my knees and looked at her. I’d never seen a woman so exquisite, so beautifully desirable. I grazed the back of my hand gently over her clit through her panties. Her breath caught in her throat, and she angled her hips up, trying to make me touch her again.
“Not yet, baby. Be patient.”
She was wet, ready, and I wanted her, but I wanted to make this so good for her that she never wanted anyone else and never so much as thought of another man pleasing her for as long as we lived.
I leaned in, kissing her deeply as I slid my hand up over her belly to cover her full breast. Her nipple stood at attention as I circled it gently with my finger and then rolled it under my thumb.
Liza’s nails scraped my skin, digging into my back. “Ty. Please. Your mouth.”
“If you say so.”
I had waited such a long time for this, I needed a moment to take it all in: the sight of her, the sound of her breath when she begged me for my mouth, the smell of those pheromones. This woman was so fucking intoxicating.
My mouth found her breast, sucking her nipple as deeply into my mouth as I could.
My tongue flicked and teased the hardened tip. Liza moaned and ground her pussy against my erection.
“Do you want me to touch you, Liza?” I needed to hear her say it. Not for consent’s sake as much as me wanting those words. They would be mine as soon as she said them, and I would be able to call on them anytime I wanted to recall this exact moment.
“Yes, please, yes.” She sighed, nodding imperceptibly, her eyes fluttering closed.
I slid my fingers inside her panties, reveling in the wetness, using her own juices as I explored her folds.
Liza moaned softly, her hips bucking in reply to my touch.
I continued to stroke her as she became wetter and wetter.
I played with every part of her, sliding my finger around her rim, then finally over her clit.
She writhed and twisted, trying to move her body so my fingers would find the spot she so desperately wanted to be touched.
But I waited. I wanted to drive her crazy.
My cock ached as I caught a whiff of her. She was the best dream I’d ever had.
“Fuck, Liza, you smell so good.”
I slipped one finger inside her and watched, chewing my lower lip so I wouldn’t cry out with my own need when she tilted her head back and groaned with pleasure.
I couldn’t hold back any longer; I needed to taste her.
I yanked her panties down her thighs and left a trail of kisses down her stomach, stopping just above her mound.
I crouched over her, grabbing her ass and pulling her pussy to my mouth.
My tongue traced her clit before I opened wide, pulling in every inch of her center.
My tongue encircled her, eliciting a scream from Liza as she writhed beneath me.
Her body was coiled, her cries more desperate.
She was getting too close, so I stopped.
“Do you want to touch me?” I jerked my jeans down, and Liza’s eyes went wide.
“Holy shit, Ty. I don’t know if it will fit.” And what guy wouldn’t want to hear that? She pushed herself up on one arm and stared at my massive erection. “I want to touch you.” Just hearing her say it was enough to make my cock drip. I wasn’t going to last long.
I moved onto the bed beside her as she reached out and took my cock in both hands. She growled as she inspected every inch, cupping my balls and sliding her fingers up and down my shaft.
She gripped my hips, pulling me forward as she positioned herself between my legs on the floor.
As Liza caressed my body, a shiver ran down my back. I knew what she was about to do, and the anticipation was almost too much to handle. I inhaled slowly, trying for steady. Failing. My breath stuttered in and then out of me.
She kissed my stomach, trailing her lips down until she was kneeling in front of me. Her hot breath blew against the head of my cock, and I couldn’t help but let out a low growl.