Chapter 32 Liza #2
He moaned against my clit, and that was enough. My knees quivered, and I was relying solely on his strength, his hand, his mouth to keep me from crashing to the floor. My orgasm pulsed through me, wave after wave, and I cried out, curling my fingers in his hair as he looked up at me.
There was nothing more erotic than this moment.
Although I’d felt that before, I was certain another moment would never compare to this one, and just when I thought it was over, he slid another finger inside me, and continued licking and sucking until I could do no more than tremble from another orgasm.
“Ty! Fuck!” I’d meant to ask him to fuck me, but this was okay, too. I could wait until the passion subsided for him to fill me with his cock. Probably.
When the spasms stopped, he pulled his fingers out of me.
With a wicked grin, he nudged me backward and spread my legs.
He kept his eyes locked on mine as he shed his pants, and then he was inside me in a single thrust. He was hard, thick, and long, and my body stretched to accommodate him.
Then he started moving, slow but deep, his hips sliding against mine.
But I wanted more. I wanted hard. I wanted fast. I quickly pulled my hips back, then slammed back.
“You want more, baby?” He pulled nearly all the way out, until only the tip of his cock was inside me.
He knew exactly how to tempt and tease. How to make me gasp and cry out. He looked down at me, grinning as he pushed in deeper, thrusting harder.
I raked my fingers down his back, then grabbed his ass and dug my nails into his flesh. He started moving again, faster and faster. I curled my legs around his hips.
He rammed his cock harder, deeper, and I panted and moaned, clinging to him, and when he lowered his head and used his tongue to mimic the moves of his cock, I whimpered with need.
I uncurled and curled my fingers into the soft flesh of his ass, and he tightened his glutes.
I could’ve snapped a quarter off his ass, it was that perfect, and I was glad for it.
I pushed him closer, or tried, but he was teasing me again, building my need to a new level until there was no going back.
I was spiraling out of control with no conscious thoughts except those that escaped my mouth. “Ty!” and, “Oh fuck, Ty!” and, “Ty! I’m coming!”
My legs clamped around him, and I held on while he continued pumping in and out of me until his body went rigid. He grunted and buried his face in my shoulder.
He rolled away and lay on the pillow beside me while we caught our breath.
I must’ve dozed off because when I opened my eyes, Ty was no longer in bed next to me. The running shower told me he hadn’t left, though, so I stretched and let out a loud yawn.
I pushed myself up with one arm, my head spinning slightly. I was lightheaded, no doubt from the multiple orgasms and from not having eaten lunch.
A knock at the door caused me to jump. I glanced at the clock. It was almost five p.m., and I couldn’t think of anyone I should have been expecting. In the age of cell phones, text messages, and emails, who the fuck came over unannounced?
I hurriedly tossed on my clothes and peeked out the window. Whoever had knocked was already gone, but there was a small package on the step on the front porch.
I opened the door and snatched up the manila envelope. I looked around but didn’t see anyone, not even a vehicle parked in the driveway or up the street.
“Ty? Did you have something delivered here?”
I locked the door as Ty came downstairs. He was freshly showered, moisture glistening on his muscular chest, and a small towel wrapped around his waist.
For the love of all things masculine, he should have been somewhat aware that seeing him mostly naked, and knowing that if I grabbed the towel and tugged, he would be wholly naked, brought out something feral in me.
It took every ounce of strength and willpower I had to keep me from ravaging him again.
I held up the envelope instead. “Someone left this on the doorstep.”
He stared at the envelope and frowned. “It’s not anything I ordered. Are you sure you haven’t been tapping into that money and going on an online shopping spree?”
“An online shopping spree wouldn’t fit in an envelope.” He obviously knew nothing about designer bags and shoes. I rolled my eyes. “Besides, I didn’t order anything.”
We both stared at the envelope, and an eerie sensation came over me. My gut told me I wouldn’t like what was inside. There was no return address and no indication that it was even meant to be delivered here. Only my name was scrawled on the front.
My feelings were at least validated when Ty crossed the room and snatched the envelope from my hand. He ripped it open and pulled out a letter.
The room seemed to shrink under his anger as he clenched his jaw and his eyes narrowed at the words.
“Ty? What is it? What’s wrong?” I walked to his side and tried to catch a glimpse of the words over his shoulder.
He pulled the letter to his chest and gave me a defeated look, his eyes burning with anger. “No matter what, I’ll keep you safe. Please remember that.”
Fuck. That didn’t bode well.
I took the letter from him and scanned the scribbled handwritten words. All the blood drained from my face when I read the words: What was designed by fate can never die.
My blood ran cold. Those were the words Castro had uttered in the hospital just before he passed out. Dominic had told me how the doctors tried to save him, but he’d lost too much blood. One of his arteries had been punctured and there was nothing they could do.
But just before he succumbed to death, he’d whispered those same words.
My whole body shook as I grabbed Ty’s arm. “Did you actually see Castro’s dead body?”
He shook his head. “My father saw it, and the coroner reported him dead. There’s no way. This can’t be from him.” Like he wasn’t completely certain, he added, “Dead men don’t send letters.”
I snatched the envelope from Ty and reached inside, pulling out another sheet of paper. My stomach clenched as I stared at the coroner’s report along with a receipt for a transaction. Someone had written a small note at the bottom of the receipt.
It’s amazing the things money can buy nowadays.
Ty took the papers from my hands as I covered my mouth to keep from screaming.
No. It couldn’t be.
Ty was on the phone immediately, barking orders. “Bring the coroner to me. Now!”
It was useless. Ten minutes later, Ty got the call saying that his men had found the coroner’s house empty, completely cleaned out except for a simple note that read: I’m sorry.
My knees gave out, and I slumped onto the floor as Ty let out an angry howl.
This wasn’t over. The nightmare hadn’t ended.
Castro Neal was still alive.
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Our fated bond is doomed from the start…
Our packs are sworn enemies, and those closest to me claim that Liza cannot be my mate. Even with the odds stacked against us, my wolf is certain that she’s the one I’ve been waiting for.
But first I must stop the rogue wolf from Liza’s past who is obsessed with her. If I don’t hunt him down fast, he has the power to destroy our pack and my bond with Liza completely.
And with my father becoming weaker by the day, the pressure is intensifying for me to claim my mate and become alpha. Only Liza’s wolf is growing more unpredictable, and she’s starting to question if I’m acting with my heart or out of duty.
I’ll risk everything to be with her because I know exactly how special Liza is. But if the wrong people find out who she really is, it could be a fate worse than death…
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