Chapter 5
5
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The park is breathtaking.
Almost as stunning as the fire in Liam’s eyes as he kisses me and runs his hands under my sweater, groping my breasts.
There’s something primal about being out in the open like this, the crisp air and Liam’s scent invading my nostrils while his hands are everywhere.
His tongue tangles with mine as he groans, his purr rumbling as I thrust up against him.
I’ll never get enough of him.
His cock is hard against my core, and I squirm and move under him, desperate for friction.
“I…” his breath catches as he moans into my neck. “I need to taste you. I need…”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Yes, lick me, Liam.”
Maybe I should be embarrassed as he moves off me and unbuttons my pants in broad daylight. But I lift my hips, and he pulls down my jeans and panties together, and I kick them the rest of the way off.
My pussy, wet with slick and need, is on full display, and Liam inhales deeply while staring into my eyes.
“ Fuck ,” he hisses. “I… fuck . How far can I go?”
I blink and tilt my head. “Huh?”
“How many can I give you? Is there a limit?”
“A limit on what?”
But then he smiles, his eyes bright with delight, and my stomach flips.
“There’s no limit on the number of orgasms, Liam.” I try to joke, but my voice is breathless.
“Oh, thank god,” he mutters, then moves to the end of the blanket and lies on his stomach. I bend my knees, plant my feet firmly on the blanket, and scoot my body until my pussy is only inches from his mouth.
“I’ve missed this,” he murmurs, his green eyes meeting mine. Then, he turns his gaze back to my core, and his mouth is on me.
I lean my head back and moan as the tip of his tongue moves through my slit, licking up my wetness. He grazes over my clit before going back to licking my cunt lips.
He’s teasing me. He stops at my clit again, gives it a tiny flick, then pushes his tongue inside me. I gasp as he fucks me with his tongue.
“Liam—” I whisper, my fingers going to his dirty blonde hair. I move my core against his face, desperately thrusting myself against him and chasing my slow building release.
I tug his hair, and he growls into my cunt. He places a hand on my hip, holding me in place as he eats me out.
When he finally pulls away to catch his breath, his face is a mess of my slick. “I could live right here,” he groans. “Between your legs like this. I don’t need to be anywhere else.”
And before I can say anything, he pushes two fingers inside me, stretching me for him.
“So soft,” he breathes as I moan, moving my hands up my sweater to pinch my nipples. “You’re so soft, and warm, and… fuck, could you take another one?”
I’m so turned on that I’m pretty sure I could take whatever he gives me. I nod eagerly, and Liam presses a kiss to my stomach as he pushes another finger inside me slowly.
“ Oh ,” I moan, my body stilling as I stretch to accommodate him.
“That’s beautiful,” he whispers. “You’re so beautiful here, sweetheart.”
With a pump of his fingers and a flick of his thumb on my clit, pleasure slowly spreads through my body.
“I’m gonna come,” I choke out.
“Be loud,” he says, his voice strained. “Be as loud as you want. Let me hear you, please , baby.”
His pleading sends me over the edge. I arch my back and lift my hips as white hot pleasure pulses through my body, crying out so loud it echoes in the trees. Liam continues to finger fuck me, working me through it as slick spills out of me and coats his fingers.
“Yes, that’s it,” he praises. “Sweetheart, keep going for me.”
And I do. Liam works me through every shockwave of pleasure until I’m a gasping mess, my cunt walls clenching over and over on his fingers.
When I finally catch my breath and relax my body on the blanket, I catch him watching me, pride evident on his face. “That was one,” he says matter-of-factly.
I stare at him, my mouth open in shock.
“You said I didn’t have a limit,” he warns me, before returning his mouth to my core.
All I can do is stare at the sky as Liam feasts on me. He growls into my cunt as he devours me, worshipping my pussy and flicking at my clit until I see stars over and over.
And every time I fall over the edge, I let myself be as loud as I want.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before. He seems determined to make me pass out from pleasure, and at some point, I’m pretty sure it works.
Liam’s a giver. He’ll take care of others before he’ll address his own needs.
And to me, that’s not acceptable, especially after everything he’s done for me.
His earthy scent grows spicy with mouthwatering mint and eucalyptus.
Despite exploding on his tongue, my inner Omega isn’t satiated.
She won’t be until I have his cock in me.
I tug at his hair, hard enough to get his attention.
He looks just as wrecked as I feel, his green eyes almost black and his lips swollen from tasting me.
“Fuck me, Liam,” I beg. “I need your cum in me.”
“But I need your slick in my mouth,” he says lowly, licking his lips. “And you taste so good.”
He wears a wicked smirk; one I’ve seen Hunter sport a dozen times.
He’s being a tease, and I can’t stand it.
“I need it,” I repeat, my voice cracking. “I want you to knot me.”
Those words are what breaks him.
“Fuck,” he breathes, sitting up to toss off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. I hear the zipper of his pants, and then he’s naked on top of me, kissing me senseless again.
He tastes like sugar and the slightest bit of vanilla.
I hum in surprise against his mouth, realizing I’m tasting my slick on his tongue.
“See?” he groans. “You taste heavenly.”
I thrust against him, feeling his cockhead at my entrance. He’s rock hard, and even though he stretched me out with his fingers, he’ll still need to slide in slowly.
“Lift your hips a bit for me,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Just a little, so I can fit.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I obey him, breathing in his scent while he starts to push.
He goes achingly slow.
“You’re always perfect,” he promises me. “Always. Sometimes I think I dreamt you up.”
His words send a thrill through me as I whimper, desperate for him to go faster.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, strained.
“You won’t,” I insist. “Fuck me, hard. I need it.”
My body is on fire, ready to spasm on his knot.
I need to clench around his cock, not just his fingers.
And Liam, thankfully, listens.
He slams into me the rest of the way until our hips touch. He fucks me on the blanket, thrusting in and out of me, his grunts and my moans echoing throughout the park.
“Fuck,” he hisses as my nails dig into his back. “You’re so tight, baby. You’re so warm?—”
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please, I’m close again…”
“Let me feel you,” he says. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”
I lift my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust until I start to fall over the edge.
“I’m yours,” he says quietly. “I’m all yours, forever.”
I’m yours.
That does it for me.
Pleasure courses through me and I let out a scream, my cunt fluttering on Liam’s cock.
“You get tighter when you come,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Fuck?—”
His roar is louder than my scream, and I’m grateful he rented out the park for us.
His cock inflates until he can’t thrust anymore, and spurts of his cum empty into me.
Boneless and exhausted, I collapse against the blanket as he lies on top of me, burying his face in my neck, his lips at my mating gland.
Let him bite us , my inner Omega insists. He belongs to us, just as we belong to him.
And I’m so, so tempted to ask him to do it.
But that tiny, nagging voice in the back of my head reminds me of the contract, and I remain silent.
Instead, I close my eyes as Liam’s knot locks into me and he curls us on our sides, spooning me.
My inner Omega is satiated even without the mating bite.
The picnic and park were a lovely idea.
Getting fucked on the ground maybe wasn’t, though.
I sit on the blanket with Liam, my back to his chest while his strong hands massage the aches in my shoulders.
We’re both fully clothed, and now that the pleasure from the knotting has worn off, I’m sore.
“Sorry,” he mutters as he digs into a muscle. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You mean break my spine?” I tease, but he doesn’t chuckle.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I should have planned this better.”
I can sense his guilt, and I reach out to place my hand on his muscled thigh. “Has anyone ever told you that you apologize too much?”
He huffs out a laugh. “You and everyone else in my life.”
“Hmm.”
But even with the sore muscles, I’m in heaven. The soft scent of the trees and grass swirl with Liam’s own eucalyptus scent, creating a delicious aroma.
“Whenever I breathe you in, you calm me,” he says softly. “Your scent does something to me no one else has done before.”
“Yours is the same for me,” I murmur. “It’s been like that since I met you.”
His chest rumbles in a satisfied purr. “We ground each other, then. I’m glad I can do that for you.”
I sigh against his chest as he continues to work my muscles.
“I don’t have much of a family,” he admits after a moment of silence. “I have Donovan and Hunter, and that’s it. I’d like to have you, as well.”
I freeze. The contract?—
“The contract was Donovan’s way of claiming you without actually doing it,” Liam continues. “I shouldn’t have signed it. Neither should Hunter. We should have done this the proper way.”
I stare into the trees, tears springing to my eyes. “I’m not sure I could have done it the proper way. I’m not sure if I can, now, even,” I whisper.
Liam stops massaging me and wraps his arms around me instead, pulling me closer to him.
“I would have waited for you to be ready. I think I was waiting this whole time.”
I swallow.
Liam is too good for me.
“I’m not sure I can be a good girlfriend,” I whisper, fully aware of how ridiculous I sound. We’re doing everything partners would do, except without the real label.
But Liam isn’t deterred. He just presses a kiss to my cheek then my neck.
“I’ll still wait then,” he promises. “Even after the contract is done.”
My heart aches. I don’t know what to say to him.
I want all three of them, yet still some part of me is terrified.
“You deserve better than me, Liam,” I whisper, my chest aching as I say it.
He chuckles behind me. “There is no one better than you.”
I want to believe him. I’m desperate to believe him.
There’s a chance that maybe I’m not ruined and that I can have this for real.
“I don’t talk about family lightly,” he adds. “I never have.”
A breeze carries through the park, making the grass softly move. The ducks are calm in the lake, lazily floating along the water.
I inhale Liam’s Alpha scent, using it to soothe me as I wait for him to continue.
“My biological family…” I catch the hand that rests on his thigh shaking, and I grab it and intertwine our fingers together. “…we don’t talk. Or I don’t talk to them, at least.”
I shake my head. “It’s their loss, then.”
He chuckles bitterly. “Sure.”
I can’t imagine not having my mother in my life. And with Liam’s confession, it makes me realize how much I miss her.
“Hunter said you lived with him for a bit in high school,” I say.
He sighs. “Yeah, I did. My parents kicked me out around that time.”
My jaw drops. “What on earth for?” I turn my head to look at him. Liam’s gaze is distant, looking far past the trees and somewhere else entirely.
“They had standards, and I didn’t meet them.” He squeezes my hand and circles my palm with his thumb. “I didn’t realize those standards were irrational until I lived with Hunter. For example, if I didn’t get straight As, they would lock the fridge for the week.”
I gasp. “ What ?”
“They tore the door from my room because I dropped a plate when I was thirteen. Just…weird little things like that. And if I had any type of reaction…it got worse.”
I blink away tears of anger. “What…how…”
“It was never physical, but more psychological. And it’s hard to prove it to anyone else when they don’t leave marks on you.” His voice is devoid of emotion, and I squeeze his hand as tightly as I can. “They gave me shelter, and I got to take showers every day. Our house was nice. I had a car I could use to get to school. So, I didn’t think it was too awful.”
“But it was awful,” I insist.
“Yeah, it was, but I didn’t realize that until much later. Hunter’s parents told me that I always had a place to stay with them, so the times that I couldn’t get food at my house I would eat there. I did my homework there a lot and helped Hunter with his. His parents always commented on how polite I was. I think that’s why they liked me so much.” Liam scoffs as a tear rolls down my cheek.
“No, they liked you because you were a good person,” I insist, my voice cracking with both sorrow and anger for him.
“Anyway, my dad found my journal. And he sat me down, read it in front of me, and laughed while my mom watched. He ripped it up in front of me, called me a coward, and spit in my face. That’s when I knew I had to leave.”
“He…spit in your face?” I repeat numbly.
“Yeah, he did.”
We’re both silent for a long time, me crying silently and Hunter burying his nose in my hair.
“It was a long time ago, sweetheart,” he whispers finally. “I’m okay now.”
But I shake my head. “I hate them,” I sniffle.
He sighs. “Me, too.”
“What about the rest of your family? Did anyone else…” I trail off, unsure how to word what I want to ask.
“Once I moved out, I received texts from my aunts and uncles about how sad I made my parents. To everyone else it looked like I had everything I wanted, so I came off as the spoiled, ungrateful piece of shit son. So, I cut them all off. It was easier than trying to explain what had happened for all those years. Sometimes, when you don’t have physical marks, people can’t or won’t see your pain.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “I learned that a long time ago.”
“I’m sorry,” I breathe. “I’m so, so sorry, Liam.”
He sighs deeply. “Thank you, sweetheart. But what I mean to say is…I had the opportunity to choose my family. Donovan and Hunter are my brothers. They’re my family, more than my biological one ever will be.”
I nod in understanding. “That’s how I feel about my best friend Skylar. My mom basically adopted her, and I consider her my sister.”
There’s no question for me. Skylar is my family, even though we’re not related by blood.
“Chosen family is better, anyway,” Liam agrees softly. “And…I feel like you’re becoming mine.”
I let out a breath and reflect on everything he said.
If I wasn’t so messed up, if I wasn’t such a defective?—
“Don’t go there,” he whispers, as if reading my mind. “Just—don’t think of yourself like that. Please .”
But I used to be better.
I know the argument will fall on deaf ears. Liam holds me up on a pedestal, one that I don’t deserve.
But it still feels nice to be on it.
So, instead of pushing back, I lean into his embrace, and we watch the ducks quack happily on the lake.
I think I would like to a be a part of his family, too.