Chapter 86 Liza #2
Ty pushed his hands under my ass and lifted me off the bed. His mouth found my breasts, and the sensation of being lifted into the air, held by Ty’s strong arms, while he suckled on my nipples, had my orgasm crashing over me violently, my pussy milking his cock.
He fucked me harder as my orgasm mounted deep within my body. I clung to his neck as I bit into his shoulder and scratched his back. I wanted him to fill every inch of me.
Ty thrust his hips up harder and deeper into me as he licked at my nipple, sending waves of pleasure through me.
With my head thrown back, and my eyes closed, my body shook.
The pressure built again quickly. There was no point in trying to fight it.
An explosion was imminent. I just had to hang on tight.
I dug my nails harder into his back as the wave built to a crescendo. Ty’s lips crashed against mine as he thrust into me wildly, sending the wave shooting through my body.
I came hard and fast, the walls of my pussy squeezing and pulsing around his cock. Ty’s thrusts became more frantic as my orgasm triggered his. He grunted as the head of his cock swelled and pulsed inside of me, his cum filling me.
His body shuddered with the power of his orgasm.
He collapsed on top of me, briefly resting his head on my chest as his breathing slowed.
I ran my hands through his thick hair, loving the feel of his weight on me.
When he rolled over, I rested my head on his chest, my body still pulsating with pleasure.
Morning light streamed through the curtains, coaxing me from a deep sleep.
I stretched lazily, glancing at the bedside clock.
Almost ten in the morning, yet I had no desire to leave the sanctuary of our bed.
A knock at the door startled me, and I hastily grabbed a housecoat, throwing it over my naked body before opening the door.
“Mr. Keller asked that you be served breakfast mid-morning, ma’am,” the girl said, holding out a tray full of delicious treats. I thanked her, taking the tray and inhaling the scent of freshly brewed coffee, warm croissants, ripe berries, and fluffy scrambled eggs.
With a contented sigh, I climbed back into bed, grateful to have the day off work. I was exhausted and in dire need of some downtime. While I ate, my thoughts drifted to Ty and his promise to be home early to discuss the mysterious letter I’d found on my desk.
Truth be told, I wasn’t eager to open it. Trouble seemed to follow me like a shadow. Was there another long-lost relative I didn’t know about? Or maybe the envelope held information about yet another bank account left for me by my deceased parents. How much money did one person need?
My day passed in leisure, munching on chocolate-covered strawberries while binge-watching my favorite TV shows, painting my toenails a vibrant shade of purple, and scrolling through social media. All the while, the unopened letter sat on the bedroom dresser, taunting me.
The vibration of my phone against my leg startled me out of the trance I’d fallen into while painting my fingernails. Recognizing Sabrina’s number on the screen, I tapped the speaker option.
“Hey, girl, what’s up?” I carefully focused on applying the perfect coat of purple to each nail.
“Guess what? The tourists are finally leaving town.” There was a hint of amusement in her voice. “Seems like they’ve given up on catching a glimpse of Liza the Magnificent and her miraculous powers.”
I laughed, but inside, I was relieved. “Oh, thank the gods. It’s about time they moved onto their next obsession.”
“Right? You’d think they were hunting for Big Foot or something,” Sabrina snickered.
“Or the Loch Ness Monster,” I added with a smirk.
It was refreshing to joke about the whole ordeal. In reality, though, the last thing I needed was to be caught out in public again by my so-called admirers. We’d been lucky last time. I hated to imagine how my omega powers would react if I was pushed too far again.
“Anyway, just thought you’d want to know,” Sabrina said, her tone returning to normal. “Have a great day off, chica.”
“Thanks. You, too.” I ended the call with a smile on my face, which was a nice change of pace.
Later, as I sat in my office scribbling down some favorite recipes on my new recipe cards, my phone rang again. Assuming it was Sabrina calling back—she had a habit of forgetting to tell me things—I picked up without checking the caller ID.
“Hey, Sabrina, what did you forget this…” My words died in my throat as an icy chill swept through me, the menacing tone on the other end of the line not belonging to my best friend.
“Ah, Liza, so good to hear your voice,” Castro purred menacingly. “But I’m not Sabrina.”
“Castro,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest. “What do you want?”
“I have news to deliver, my dear.” He spoke in a hiss, much like a snake, but I was intrigued by his words. By the time the call ended, I shook from adrenaline, sitting in my office chair and staring blankly out the window.
A fire ignited within me, a rage building that I couldn’t control. Ty wasn’t home yet, so discussing the matter with him wasn’t an option. I needed to shift, to run, to escape the house that suddenly suffocated and oppressed me, but I didn’t want to be alone.
The moment I pulled into my parents’ driveway, their faces lit up with surprise and joy. They immediately stopped working in the front flower garden and headed in my direction. But as they approached the car, their expressions turned to concern.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Dad asked, his eyes scanning me for any signs of distress.
“Can’t I just visit my favorite people without there being something wrong?” I tried to deflect with a playful smirk, but I wasn’t fooling anyone.
“Nice try, Liza.” Mom folded her arms across her chest. “We know you too well.”
I held my hands up, admitting defeat. It was true. As a teenager, I could never hide anything from them. They were like lie detectors when it came to me and my true feelings. “I just need to be surrounded by family right now.”
Without hesitation, they encircled me in a loving embrace, and I melted into their arms, some of the oppressive weight falling from my shoulders. As we stood there, a thought crossed my mind. “Would you guys like to go for a run with me?”
A small smile tugged at Dad’s lips. “Of course, sweetheart.”
“Let me just grab one of your guards and then we’ll shift.” Mom walked to the blacked-out SUV that had followed me to their house.
It had been ages since I’d last run with just my parents. We all shifted, our clothes vanishing and our wolf forms taking over as we bounded through the woods; the wind whipping past us. For a moment, I actually felt free, as if I didn’t have a care in the world.
Just as I let my guard down, focusing solely on the crisp fall air whipping through my fur, a voice invaded my thoughts, chilling me to the bone. “You’re stronger than you know, Liza. You’re being stifled from your true potential. You need to set your wolf truly free.”
I held my breath as I tried to shake the voice away. Who was that? How were they inside my head? Panic coursed through me, and fear gripped my soul. I backtracked, running away from of my parents, trying to catch someone who might be lurking behind a tree, but there was no one there.
I returned to my parents’ house, nerves frayed and on edge. Ty was waiting for me, his gray eyes lighting up with a smile when he saw me. I couldn’t bring myself to return it. Castro’s call still echoed in my mind, and the run had done nothing to quell the anger inside me.
“What’s wrong?” Ty asked.
“Have you been keeping anything from me?” My words were sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. The rage I’d been suppressing threatened to spill over.
Ty’s eyes widened, and guilt flickered through them. It was there for only a second, but it was enough to fuel my fury. He had promised me no more secrets, but that had been a goddamn lie.
“Castro called,” I spat, hands on my hips. “He told me about Maximus Langston offering me up on some kind of shifter black market auction site. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? Why was Castro the one to tell me?”
“Castro?” Ty’s confusion quickly morphed into shock. “I didn’t want to worry you, Liza. You already have so much going on.”
“Who the fuck are you to judge what I should and shouldn’t know? I wasn’t aware I’d made you some kind of information gatekeeper. How dare you?” I’d never been an angry person before, but lately it felt like it was getting worse and worse. My blood was lava.
“I’m sorry. I was doing the best thing for you. When was the last time you slept all night? You’ve lost weight. You don’t have bags under your eyes, you have fucking suitcases.” Ty’s words did little to put out the fire I’d started.
“You promised me, Ty. You swore no more fucking lies, no more secrets. You keep telling me we are in this together, but how can we be in it together if I don’t know all the fucking details?
” The rage had taken control, and I was just along for the ride.
“Do you know what really hurts? What really makes this worse? To be told my mate was lying to me by anyone would have hurt, but for it to come from Castro…” I wiped angry tears from my face.
All I could think about was the betrayal.
“Look at yourself,” Ty finally snapped. “You’re not sleeping, and that makes it easier for you to expose yourself. Go look in the mirror, Liza.”
I stubbornly refused, folding my arms beneath my chest. Ty wasn’t having it. He grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the mirror in my parents’ living room, and when I finally looked, my heart stopped. My eyes were glowing red like an alpha’s.
“Liza?” My parents’ cautious voices appeared behind me. “Is everything all right?”
“Everything’s fine,” I said, not taking my gaze off the mirror.
“Fine?” Ty scoffed. “Liza, you’re a danger to yourself when you don’t have control. You have so much going on, and it’s making it harder for you.”
My parents stood behind me, mirroring my worried expression. The truth was, I looked exhausted and downright scary. But more than that, I felt betrayed and vulnerable.
“Ty’s right,” Mom said softly. “We’ve never seen you like this.”
“Look at the state you’re in, Liza,” Ty continued. “I didn’t tell you about Maximus because I was trying to protect you.”
And as much as I hated to admit it, he had a point.
My anger simmered down slightly, replaced by a bone-deep weariness.
I stared at my reflection, red eyes glaring back at me.
How had everything spiraled so far out of control?
Losing control was terrifying, and now there were these voices in my head. It couldn’t be normal.
“Why is this happening? You claimed me, and things were supposed to get better, not worse.” My frustration built with each word until I could no longer contain it.
“I never showed signs of being an alpha before. Why now?” The question tore from my throat as a desperate scream, rattling the room around us.
I watched Ty’s face closely for some fucking semblance of understanding, but all I saw was concern. We stood there, suspended in time, waiting for answers that refused to come.
The silence that followed my outburst was deafening. I cautiously looked around the room, my heart pounding like a damn drum. Books lay scattered on the floor, their pages splayed open. A lamp had tipped over, its base cracked and the lightbulb shattered.
“Wh-what just happened?” I stammered as tremors coursed through my body. My eyes flicked to Ty, searching for an answer. All I found was fear. “Ty... what’s wrong with me?” I said, my voice cracking.
His eyes softened, and he stepped forward, pulling me into his strong, protective embrace. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Nothing. We just need to get control of these surges,” he said into my hair. “We’ll figure it out, I promise.”
I clung to him, allowing myself to be consumed by his warmth, but the fear still gnawed away at me like a ravenous beast. How much more of this could I take? Everything in my life was spiraling out of control, and I didn’t know how to make it stop.
As if drawn by some invisible force, my gaze wandered to the window, where the moon hung heavy in the sky, almost full and shining with a silvery glow. For a moment, I was eight years old again, staring out at that same celestial orb and desperately asking it why I couldn’t just be normal.