Epilogue - Liv #2
“Sorry—” I tried to say, but Drake had already pressed his mouth to mine again, completely unconcerned with the lone button currently rattling across the floor.
My fingers slipped beneath his jeans, caressing his cock, teasing him with the soft touch. He growled against my lips. I couldn’t tell if it was from impatience or satisfaction, but that didn’t stop me from pulling down his pants.
Part of me hoped that he would bind my hands again as my fingers wrapped around the shaft and began stroking, but he only shifted his hips to give me better access.
After a moment, I broke the kiss and knelt down in front of him.
I kept my eyes locked on his as my tongue ran along his cock, flicking the head before swiping around.
His eyes fluttered shut as one of his hands tangled in my hair as I bobbed back and forth, savoring his groans.
His fingers in my hair and the taste of him made me burn with need, that heat swelling between my thighs.
My free hand slipped between my legs and began rubbing my clit even as I didn’t miss a stroke.
That lust and need for release grew harder, more intense, and I moaned around his cock as I felt myself nearing oblivion.
An almost irritated snarl came from above, and Drake pulled me back to my feet, holding my hands above my head. My heart raced as my mind spun, my hips bucking with how close I was.
“If you wanted someone to play with your clit, you should have asked,” he growled in my ear.
I let out a soft moan as his finger trailed down my navel to my slit.
His thumb lingered on my clit as the rest of his fingers explored further down.
They circled my vagina, then plunged inside.
I cried out, but his mouth slammed against mine, smothering my screams of pleasure.
I squirmed and writhed as his fingers glided in and out, his fingers working their magic as that need and heat intensified.
I gasped, fingers tightening against his shoulders, nails digging into him. He didn’t care. His eyes remained locked on my face, watching my reaction with amused satisfaction.
I can’t tell you how much of a turn on it is to watch how much you’re enjoying yourself.
Those words echoed in my head, and based on the hungry, lust-filled expression on his face, I realized just how true it was.
I didn’t need the mating bond to tell me how aroused he was, how badly he wanted me, and all the things he wanted to do to me.
In that moment, as that need continued to swell, I would have done just about anything he wanted.
Without another word, he lifted me off my feet as if I weighed nothing at all.
I gasped as I locked my legs around him, sliding myself up and down his shaft, watching his eyelids flutter as his eyes burned with hunger.
He growled as he carried us to his bedroom.
I didn’t stop grinding against his cock even as we moved up the stairs.
The second we were on the top landing, my lips pressed against his once again.
Our mouths remained locked together as he opened the door and carried me inside.
He lowered me onto the bed and clambered on top, propping himself up on his elbows as he studied me.
One hand went to my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple as my hips bucked and my entire body screamed out for him.
My insides burned, my mind blank with need, and all I wanted was for him to start fucking me again.
I needed his cock inside me. I needed him.
His lips twitched in amusement as he continued to watch me squirm.
“Is this what you want?” he growled, pressing the tip of his cock against my vagina. When I nodded, he bent down to whisper in my ear. “In that case, I’m happy to oblige.”
He rammed into me.
I screamed as he pumped in and out. I was so wet that he glided in and out with ease. He thrust deeper and deeper, each time sending new jolts of hunger and need that compounded on one another, nearly impossible to ignore.
I could feel the crescendo coming, creeping up on me.
I tried to hold on, fingers gripping the sheets as I teetered on the edge, wanting to savor that delectable sensation and mindlessness for as long as possible.
The need swelled, growing hotter and hotter until I could barely stand it and thought I might burst.
One final thrust, and I shattered as a release of ecstasy and bliss exploded.
His mouth slammed against mine, smothering the sound, his tongue thrusting inside me as he continued ramming into me as I rode the wave of relief rippling through me.
His movements grew faster, more frantic and urgent.
A second later, he groaned against my lips, his cock spasming as he finished inside me.
I stared up at him, relief and ecstasy still filling my body as we both panted. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from my face, thumb lingering on my cheek. It brushed lightly against it.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you,” he murmured. “You are something special, Liv.”
I smiled. “It’s nice that you finally realized it,” I teased.
He laughed, that wonderful, rare, charming laugh that made my heart flutter. He slid out of me as his lips brushed against mine.
“I love you,” he said. “I’m just sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”
I smiled lazily. “You’ve told me that before,” I teased.
“And I’ll keep saying it until I’ve finished making it up to you.”
He had been saying and doing just that for months. Even when I told him it wasn’t necessary, he still insisted.
“You’re doing a pretty decent job of it,” I said. A coy smile flickered across my lips. “Though if you want to do a bit more penance, you do have magic hands.”
His eyes blazed with reignited hunger, a flash of wolf appearing there for the briefest of moments.
“That so?” he murmured, his fingers trailing down my side. I sucked in a breath, back arching at his caress.
“Mhm,” I said, the only sound I could mutter.
His eyes flashed, that hungry, mischievous smirk dancing across his face.
“In that case, let me continue making things up to you,” he growled.
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THE END