Chapter 69 - Ty
TY
Istretched and repositioned the pillow under my head, turning to find Liza awake, sitting upright on the bed beside me. I wondered if she’d had any sleep at all. The dark circles marring her beautiful face told me she hadn’t. Her bright blue eyes, usually full of life, held a haunted look.
“Hey,” I said, pushing myself up into a sitting position. I brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead. “You don’t seem yourself this morning. Are you okay?”
Liza stared into nothingness as she slumped against the headboard. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her temple. She remained stiff in my embrace.
Worry gnawed at my gut. I’d never seen her like this, so withdrawn into herself.
She’d always seemed so strong, filled with warmth and light.
Even through the nightmares about the truth of the Wylde’s pack destruction, she never allowed Castro’s games to dim her spirit.
Not even her worries about being an omega—a secret she’d held her entire life—had kept her down.
Now, it felt as if her light was fading as darkness crept in, creating a void between us.
“Talk to me, Liza,” I said. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
Her gaze was distant, as if she couldn’t quite focus on the here and now. “I don’t know.”
“Would you like a massage?” I offered, hoping to ease some of the tension. All I received in response was a shrug. It pained me to see her this way, so unlike the vibrant, confident woman I knew and loved.
I wrapped both arms around her now, trying to offer comfort through my touch, but she remained distant, her body rigid against mine. My concern only deepened, and I wondered if she was obsessing over the shadowy figure she’d spotted in the woods behind our estate.
“Are you worried about what you saw in the woods?” I asked, my voice soft yet insistent.
“No, I’m fine,” she blurted. Not only was her tone unconvincing, but I felt the spike of fear through our mating bond.
She’d been okay last night after our interview with Isaiah, upbeat even, until the moment she’d seen the shadowy figure in the woods.
I believed she’d noticed something, but I couldn’t ignore the chance that her encounter with the mysterious figure was nothing more than a stress-induced hallucination.
The extent of her powers as an omega remained unknown to us, and I couldn’t disregard the possibility that they’d somehow played a role in what she’d experienced.
But for now, my priority was to make sure Liza felt safe and cared for.
I needed to find a way to get through to her, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and do something special for her.
I wasn’t great at big gestures, but I could make her breakfast. It was usually a task reserved for the staff or Liza herself when she was in the mood, but today I wanted to surprise her and show her how much I cared.
“Take your time in the shower,” I suggested gently. “The hot water will help you relax.”
She nodded slowly, a ghost of her usual smile crossing her lips as she slid out of bed and trudged to the bathroom.
I slipped out of bed, pulled on a T-shirt, and padded down to the kitchen, where I found the chef working away. “Good morning, Alpha, what can I get for you and Mrs. Keller this morning?”
“Morning, I’m going to make breakfast for Liza and me.” Chef gave me a grin. He’d been with the Keller family as long as I could remember and knew my cooking skills were pretty basic, but he happily left me to it.
I searched through the pantries for inspiration.
There were plenty of ingredients at my disposal, but I wanted something simple and comforting.
Something I could make without burning anything.
Eventually, I settled on a basic dish of scrambled eggs with cheese, cinnamon toast with honey butter, and bacon.
The sweet scent of cooking filled the kitchen as I whisked the eggs and melted a generous amount of sharp cheddar into the mixture. The sizzle of bacon accompanied the aroma of cinnamon toast crisping in the oven, a rich layer of honey butter melting over its golden surface.
As I cooked, my thoughts kept going back to Liza. I couldn’t overlook the possibility that I was partially responsible for her stress. If I had taken care of Castro from the beginning, we wouldn’t be dealing with all this shit or worrying about people lurking in the shadows.
Once the meal was ready, I carefully arranged it on a tray, along with a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice and a small vase containing a delicate rose I’d snatched from one of the many floral displays throughout the house.
Carrying the tray upstairs, I found Liza emerging from the bathroom, her hair twisted up in a towel, and a delicate peach satin robe that fell just below her ass wrapped around her slender frame.
A jolt of desire shot through me at the thought of what I knew was hidden beneath that robe, but I pushed it aside for now.
There were more pressing matters at hand.
“Surprise.” I lifted the tray slightly. “I made breakfast.”
Her eyes lit up, a genuine smile spreading across her face for the first time that morning. “Ty, this is so sweet. Thank you.”
I led her out to the terrace, where we had a wrought-iron table set out for us to eat. She looked at me. “I’m sorry for being such a Debbie Downer this morning.”
“It’s understandable,” I said, waving off her apology. “We’ve all been under a lot of stress lately.”
She took a bite of the eggs and let out a small moan of appreciation. “This is so good.”
“Are you sure?” I joked, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t have to pretend.”
She laughed a genuine, beautiful laugh that gave me hope. “I’m not pretending. It really is fantastic.”
While she finished her breakfast, her tension seemed to reduce somewhat, though not entirely.
It was time for me to make good on my promise to help her relieve the rest of her stress.
I stood up, moving behind her, and firmly began massaging her neck and shoulders.
Her body relaxed into my touch. Slowly, I let my hands slide down the front of her robe, cupping her breasts in my palms.
She gasped, feigning scandal. “Ty! We can’t do this on the terrace... anyone of the security team could see us.”
But through our bond, I sensed her building excitement, and an idea sparked. I was convinced this thrill would take her mind off her worries. “That’s exactly why I want to do it right here. Right now,” I whispered into her ear, watching as her eyes went wide in surprise.
My fingers teased her nipples, grinning as they hardened under my touch. Liza leaned back against me, letting out a soft moan as I slid one hand down her stomach, inching closer to that heat between her legs.
“Ty...” she said, her hips instinctively moving against my touch. “The staff could see.”
“Let them watch,” I growled, unable to contain my desire any longer. I spun her chair around to face me. Our eyes locked, and our lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss.
Tongues intertwined as hands glided across skin.
I slid my palms up and down her curves, feeling every inch of her skin beneath my fingers.
Grasping her hips tightly, I lifted her and pressed her against the stone wall of the terrace.
She gasped into my mouth, her legs encircling my waist, hands gripping my shoulders for balance as I supported her with one arm around the small of her back.
My other hand moved from her hips to between her legs, eagerly teasing the soft flesh there. She gasped into my mouth, pleasure coursing through us both, before leaning forward and biting gently on my lower lip. My grip around Liza tightened even more as we sank deeper into our embrace.
My cock grew harder by the second, my desire yearning to break free. With one swift movement, I whirled around and lay back on the patio table, letting Liza straddle me. Her robe had come off entirely at that point, exposing her beautiful figure in all its glory to the morning sun.
“Fuck, Liza. Your tits are a sight to behold.”
She grinned and ran her hands over her breasts, stopping to tweak her nipples, her eyes never leaving mine. Her lips quirked with a devilish grin. “Do you like it when I touch myself?”
“Hell yes.” I licked my lips as my dick became as hard as granite. “What else can you show me?”
Liza leaned back, one hand on my leg to support herself.
Then, in slow motion, she sucked her finger, swirling her tongue around it before sliding it down her body and between her pussy lips.
I watched in pure awe as she pushed her finger inside herself, then pulled it up and down over her clit, her eyes rolling back into her head.
She groaned as her finger changed directions, encircling just the tip of the swollen flesh.
“You’re going to give me a fucking heart attack, Liza.
” I pulled her down toward me, kissing her hard.
My hands continued to caress every inch of her skin as I bit the delicate curve of her neck and shoulders.
My breathing became heavier as her hot center rubbed against my clothed cock with each movement.
She moved faster, building up a steady rhythm that left us both trembling with need. .
Liza slid off me to stand and pointed to my pants. “Off. Now.”
A sly grin spread across my face before I obliged her, removing my clothing in two seconds flat.
Liza licked her lips as she took in the sight of my body. A low growl escaped her when she took my engorged cock into her hands. I melted under her touch, her fingers teasing and arousing me in ways I never thought possible.
“Liza, this is about you,” I said softly, her gaze still locked with mine. “You need the release more than I do.”