21. Lia
Chapter twenty-one
Lia
I pull out top after top, hunting ruthlessly through the clothes, but nothing feels right. I huff and sit back on my knees, running my fingers down the cable knit black sweater. It’s nice, but the scent is almost gone. I pick it up and inhale deeply but put it down with a disappointed whine.
I grab it and bounce out of the room, pulling the door shut and jogging down the hallway. When I get to the staircase, I sit on the banister and slide down, just like I’ve done a million times. I can hear my mother’s voice telling me to stop that at once.
I don’t quite know how I managed to forget that they are here. But somehow, in my distraction, I have. I land on my feet and freeze. Zaden has a spoon halfway to his mouth and is watching me with wide eyes.
“Morning!” I say chirpily and quickly scurry off in the other direction.
It takes me a moment to make sure I’m not being followed, and then I slip next door and sneak in through the basement. I climb up out of the cellar and pause, listening hard. My goal here is simple. I need more. I can hear someone in the mansion, but there’s not the usual lived-in feel that it has when all the guys are present.
I gently push open the door and look out. Nothing. I don’t know what this driving urge is, but I couldn’t stop myself if I was paid to.
I get upstairs with no incident and sneak into Zaden’s room. They all have rooms, but they all sleep with Zaden. I can smell the intoxicating scents of the pack. Rain for Valen, black tea for Mills. Ianto smells like that incredible and indescribable scent of snuffed candles, while Zaden has a strong eucalyptus, and Ranger is seductive with bergamot .
I pause, staring at the bed I’m kneeling on. I scramble off and look around in panic. How did I know their scents? How did I get on the bed without noticing?
I shake my head and return to the task at hand. There will be something here, in the cupboards and drawers, I search until I find the right one. I change the sweater, but then the scents wrap around me, and I can’t leave. I sink into the cupboard and inhale the clothes, finding the ones that haven’t been washed.
I turn and walk to the bed, leaning down to inhale the scents of the pack. Sniffing their mattress, Lia, what the hell are you doing?
With a whine, I lay on it and roll around. It takes me a long time before my head clears enough to stand up. I feel wobbly, and my body feels heavy and full.
I grab the top I plan to steal but discover I have an entire armful of clothes.
When did I grab those?
I bury my nose in the material and groan. Hmm, this is perfect. I sneak out of the bedroom and pause when I spot a door to a room I normally avoid. I juggle the material and open it, stepping inside and closing the door quickly behind me. The last thing I want is someone finding me.
The thrill of doing something I shouldn’t be makes everything more exciting, but the excitement fades when I see the room. It’s huge, and there is a massive bed in the middle. There are bookshelves with books, a desk in one corner. And a little bar fridge.
But it’s the pillows on the bed that bespell me. It’s the piles of blankets and fabrics. My fingers itch. I take a step, pause, and try to remind myself that this is just a distraction, but I can’t help it. I dive onto the bed and start ruffling through materials and pillows, throwing them this way and that.
I put a layer of their clothes down and then cover it with a cool satin and roll on it.
It takes some time before I come back to myself again. I scurry up, my eyes wide, looking at the mess I’ve made. I grab my clothes and run.
Nothing stops me as I get back to the mansion, but as soon as I enter mine, Zaden grabs me around the waist. I fight and try to escape, but he simply slides a hand up and palms my throat.
I go still and stare up at him.
“We were worried.”
I sniff.
He looks down at the material in my arms. He tries to tug it loose, but I growl and hold on tighter, ignoring the pressure on my neck.
He ducks down and looks at me. “If you want something, Lia, just ask.”
“I want your clothes,” I blurt out.
He blinks. “Okay. ”
“Okay?” I ask loudly. “Just like that?” His words make me furious. It’s never that easy.
Zaden gives me that smirk, the one that just melts my brain and makes me want to fight with him. I bristle.
“Fine then. Do it.”
Zaden studies me, and the grin grows. He steps back and reaches for his top, dragging it off super slowly. He tosses it at me, and I catch it. While he’s distracted, I sniff and almost swoon. His shoes and socks follow, and I take every opportunity to bury my nose in his top.
Focus, Lia.
I look up just in time to see him reaching for his jeans. He flicks the button open and, with his eyes locked on me, slowly unzips them.
If he thinks I’m going to end this, he is sadly mistaken. I’ve spent years wanting to see what the denim has been hiding. I’ll die on this hill.
I flick my eyes down and watch those huge hands spread beneath the waistband and slide them down.
He’s not wearing underwear. Why is that so hot? He’s got an enormous cock. And it’s growing. I can’t take my eyes off it.
I lick my lips and step towards him; the material falling to my feet, forgotten.
“Zaden?”
He’s watching me with hooded eyes as he kicks his legs free.
“Yeah?”
“Can I touch you?”
Because I really want to touch him everywhere. I advance towards him with wobbly knees and feeling like I’m floating but might trip at any moment. His body is hard, all muscles covered in tanned skin. Ink from dozens of huge tattoos cover most of his body. The skull on the back, but he’s got a demon on one shoulder and a falling angel on the other. I take in those wide shoulders, the gentle dips of his abs, and the dark trail of hair that leads down and surrounds the cock that is now pointed in my direction.
He is breathtaking.
I stop just short of it touching me and reach out to run my fingers down his chest. My body trembles, but this is Zaden. I don’t need to be scared, so I step closer and run my fingers down, watching his muscles flex and his skin get goosebumps. When I get to the trail of hair, I’m surprised by the texture. It’s course but soft and a strange mixture of the two.
“Lia, don’t start what you don’t want to finish.”
I snort, but he brings me back to the here and now. “You always underestimate me.”
“Lia,” Zaden growls .
I look up and away from the cock that is twitching and bobbing in my direction. Our eyes collide, and I feel that familiar determination to rise to his challenge fuel me into another decision that could bite me in the ass.
“Shut up, Zaden.”
I drop to my knees and grab his cock before he can step away.
“I’ve always wanted to try this. You get to be my test subject.”
“Why?” Zaden grits out.
“Because you took your clothes off.”
I muster all my courage, lean forward, and lick. The taste is salty, and his flesh is hot. I don’t know what to think, but he’s soft and hard and all manner of contradictions, and I’m holding his cock in my hands, and though he’s growling, he’s not moving.
Is this real?
This time, I lick him slowly, licking over the slit. I like the taste; I decide.
“All right, that’s enough-”
I take him into my mouth and suck.
Zaden wheezes, his fingers threading through my hair and holding me in place.
We’re in the middle of my kitchen. Anyone could walk in, anyone could see. I squirm and clench my thighs together as I drag my mouth off his cock and lick my lips.
“You taste so good, Alpha.”
I glance up at him through my lashes and find his cheeks flushed red and his eyes riveted on me.
“You want more?” Zaden asks in a different kind of voice than I’ve ever heard before, it’s darker, more intense and aggressive. It’s a voice that makes me aware of how small I am compared to him, how hard and lean he is. All my fantasies of him pale compared to the real thing.
I nod and rub my face against his cock. “I want more.”
“Okay, you can have more. You take what you need, Lia.”
His fingers massage my scalp, and I arch into them, practically purring, before I return to his cock.
“What’s this?” I trace the hard ring of flesh at the base of his cock.
“It’s my knot, Lia.”
Everything in me focuses on the knot, but Zaden tugs on my hair.
He’s wide. Taking him into my mouth is a stretch. I grip the base of him in my fist, and then slide lower to cradle his heavy balls in my hands. Everything is so intense, from hearing his groans to the strange new feelings. His whispered directions are simply a power trip helping to send me into this new world of hazy lust.
Zaden Mirakill is putty in my hands .
He moves his hips, thrusting into my mouth. Slow. Controlled. Gentle flexes that increase in strength and speed.
“Gonna come, Lia.”
Good. I want that. I bob my head faster, sucking and using my hands to caress his cock. He drags his hand down, grabs mine, and wraps our hands around his knot, squeezing hard.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot movement. Mills and Valen appear and watch with those same intense, hungry eyes that Zaden had.
I feel beautiful.
I feel powerful.
Zaden tenses, and my mouth fills with cum. It’s not unpleasant exactly, but I am surprised at the taste and texture. Before I can think too much of it, I swallow once, twice, thrice. I continue licking and sucking, even as Zaden shudders.
“You’re amazing, Lia. So good. How did you know what to do?”
“Oh, Zaden, I simply read a lot,” I say with a grin. I sit back on my knees as Zaden backs up and leans against the island.
“And hard work gets rewards!” Valen says happily.
Zaden jumps out of his skin, banging his hip on the chair. Mills snickers, and I have to fight to hide a smile.
But all of a sudden, Valen lifts me onto the table and pulls my pants down. I try to sit up, but he pins me with a hand and gives me a look.
“Stay.”
I relax, watching him before I turn my head to Zaden. “Are you sure it was all right?”
Zaden growls and leans over, kissing so hard that I lose track of everything, right until the moment a hot tongue swipes up my slit. I scream into Zaden’s mouth.
He pulls back and brushes my hair away from my face. “I loved every minute of what you did, and I will be your willing test subject anytime you want.”
I blush. I can feel my face heat, but then Valen puts a hand on Zaden’s chest and pushes.
“Go away. You’re distracting me while I’m working.”
Zaden laughs.
Mills is in the kitchen banging away, and I’m just feet from it, getting eaten out on the kitchen table.
My mother would just die.
This is the best day of my life.