Chapter 77 Ty #2
My lips never left her skin, as I licked, flicked, and nibbled across her chest, before sucking a nipple into my mouth, my fingers working her pussy.
I curled my fingers, eliciting a long moan that only encouraged me.
My thumb moved rhythmically around the bundle of nerves, creating a pattern up around and down, then back to the top.
I slid my fingers inside, my thumb never leaving her clit.
Her hips jerked against me, her pussy clenching around my fingers.
She ground against my hand, moaning my name as the muscles in her pussy quivered.
My free hand moved behind her body, cupping her ass, and I eased a third digit inside her, my fingers pumping in and out of her.
In and out. In and out. Her pussy tightened around my fingers as she whimpered, her juices sliding down my hand.
She was close. I pulled my fingers out to her entrance, stroking that sensitive opening.
Liza moaned and lost control as I pushed to stroke her inside. I increased my pace, my fingers moving in and out of her, my thumb lightly stroking her clit. She was so close to coming, except, I wasn’t ready for her to come just yet. I didn’t want her to stop, but I also needed to be inside her.
I pulled my fingers away, and Liza gaped at me. “No, please. Please don’t stop. Fuck, Ty. I was so close.”
I kissed her full lips, then moved lower to her neck, her stomach, and down to the soft patch of hair just above her womanhood. I admired her golden curls and placed a reverent kiss to them before moving a step back, my gaze trailing down her body.
“Fuck me,” Liza pleaded, her fingers digging into my biceps. “Please.”
I gave her a wicked smirk before lowering myself between her legs, cupping her ass. She squirmed and whimpered as I kissed her inner thighs, gently prodding her opening with my tongue. Her hands moved to the back of my head, caressing my hair as I teased her with my tongue.
“Yes, Ty. Yes. Gods, that feels so good.”
Her hips jerked toward my mouth as I eased my tongue inside her.
She moaned a deep, guttural sound, and I smiled against her sweet spot.
I made sure to go slowly, my tongue grazing her swollen and sensitive bud as she continued to tremble.
She tasted incredible, and as her juices slid across my tongue, my cock throbbed.
I could eat her out for hours, but I wanted to be inside her.
Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth away from her body.
Liza looked down at me, her eyes full of lust and uncertainty. “Why did you stop?”
I rose to my feet and kissed her so she could taste herself on me, her hands immediately finding their way to my lower back. I moaned as I kissed her, my cock brushing against her slick pussy. I loved the way she groaned and shuddered as I kissed her, heightening my desire for her.
“I need to be inside you.” I raised an eyebrow, as if daring her to disagree with me.
Eyes smoldering, she wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her legs to encircle my waist. I grabbed her hips and gave a small thrust, sliding my erection inside her, her pussy tight around my cock.
She groaned as I buried myself deep inside her warmth, pulling me in for a kiss.
I pumped in and out of her, her hot breath on my neck sending a shiver down my spine.
She moaned loudly, her nails digging into my back, urging me to fuck her harder.
And I did. I pumped into her, our hips moving in unison.
The shower was filled with the sensual sounds of our bodies as I pushed harder and deeper into her.
I moved and pressed her body against the cold, stone tiles of the shower wall.
“Fuck, Liza. Your pussy is so tight.”
“Ty, I’m so close,” she whimpered. “Fuck me harder.”
I planted firm kisses and soft bites on her neck, her ears, and her lips. Her hands moved to my hair, guiding my face up so her lips were on mine in a scorching kiss. “Please. I’m so close. I need to come.”
“My pleasure.”
I pulled out and thrust inside her again, driving myself deeper into her, her breasts pressing against my chest. She moaned as her orgasm came crashing down, her pussy tightening around me, her body shaking in ecstasy. Her orgasm pushed me over the edge as I buried myself inside her.
“Ty!” Liza’s head fell back when she screamed my name. I erupted inside her, my cum spurting in glorious waves of ecstasy, filling her. She milked me dry, our combined juices sliding down my shaft.
My arms trembled as I held myself over her, her body quivering from the aftershock.
I slid down the shower, holding onto her until I came to rest on the shower floor.
After we caught our breath, we sat there trying to recover.
I cupped my hand over her pulsating pussy, pressing on her clit, giving her every drop of pleasure she needed. It was the least I could do.
Something about fucking in the shower was rejuvenating. If every day started like that, I wouldn’t have a care in the world.
As I pulled on a shirt, there was a knock at our bedroom door. A staff member poked her head in. “Sorry to disturb you, sir. Isaiah is here.”
“Escort him to my office. We’ll meet him there shortly.”
Worry gnawed at me, eating away at the happiness that had sparked inside me. What had Isaiah found out about Liza’s long-lost pack members? I silently prayed to the gods it was something positive. I didn’t think I’d be able to bear to see Liza endure more bad news on top of everything else.
“Did you know Isaiah was coming?” Liza said from behind me, a towel wrapped around her body.
“He texted me earlier, saying he had information about your pack.”
Her smile lit up her eyes. “I’m so excited. I hope he found the boy from my dreams. I couldn’t imagine a better way to start the day, other than the blinding orgasm you just gave me.”
I laughed and took her hand. “Touché.”
We headed toward my office. The anticipation built with each step, and yet, a part of me dreaded what we might discover. It was almost like ripping a Band-Aid off. It hurt, but the wound might be healed. On the flip side, it might be fucking infected.
When we entered the office, still hand in hand, we found Isaiah sitting opposite my desk, his gaze intent on the folder in his hands. When he looked up to greet us, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The air grew thick with tension.
Liza and I sat, and I braced myself.
“Ty, Liza,” Isaiah acknowledged, his voice somber before he slid the folder across the table. “I’ve found some information about the pack members you were looking for, but it wasn’t easy.”
Liza and I exchanged a glance, our emotions mingling between excitement and unease.
“What do you mean, exactly?” Liza bit her bottom lip anxiously. “Are they still alive?”
“Finding them was difficult because the parents of the children who left the pack clearly didn’t want to be found.” Isaiah’s dark eyes filled with concern. “They had cut off all ties and left no trace of themselves.”
I frowned, trying to make sense of the information.
Liza’s grip tightened on my hand, her nails digging into my skin. “That’s strange. They left because of Castro, didn’t they?”
“That’s my understanding, yes.” Isaiah nodded and cocked his head to the side, no doubt wondering where Liza’s train of thought was headed.
Liza shifted in her seat. “Do you think it’s possible that the parents of these kids somehow knew back then that Castro would turn out to be as dangerous as he is now?”
I tried to imagine a child who was so fucking evil that multiple families in the pack wanted to be as far away from him as possible before he became an adult.
“I’m not sure what their motives were, but I can say for certain that the families cut off all ties with the Wylde pack when they left. There were no records of contact except one.”
Liza raised an eyebrow. “Would you mind if I took a look at the file?”
“Of course.” Isaiah handed her the folder, giving me a quick look that I couldn’t quite interpret.
As Liza flipped through the pages, I kept my attention on her expression, trying to gauge her reaction. She shook her head slowly, her lips pursed. “None of them seem familiar,” she said. “Their hair is wrong.”
“Wrong, how?” My curiosity was piqued. How was it possible to know for certain that none of the adults in the photos were the boy from her dream?
“Even though I don’t remember the boy’s face clearly, his hair was as white as mine.” Liza lifted a strand of her platinum hair for emphasis.
“Maybe they dyed their hair over the years.” That explanation seemed logical to me, but Liza continued to shake her head.
“That’s not all.” Her hands gripped the folder tightly. “It’s my gut telling me that none of these people are the boy from my dream.” Her words hung heavily in the air, laden with frustration and disappointment.
“Trust your instincts,” I said softly. “You’ve always had a strong connection to your gut.”
Liza handed the folder back to Isaiah and stared straight ahead, lost in thought.
Deep lines marred her forehead, and I could feel her worry about finding the mysterious child she had a strange connection to.
It was odd for someone to try and find a person from their dreams, but not for Liza.
She’d proven more than once that her dreams were fueled by her powers, and, like everything about them, we didn’t understand, but they served as a guide in her waking hours.
Finally, she spoke up, her voice tinged with hope. “Hopefully, the people Isaiah tracked down might know who the boy from my dream was.”
The early morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow on Isaiah, who placed another folder on my desk.
“There was only one record of contact between the pack members who left and Liza’s old pack.
” He flipped through the folders until he came to a specific photo.
He pointed at a woman, her features similar to Liza’s. “Her name is Isabel Russell.”