Chapter 31 Thea
THEA
Ishuffle out of the library, feeling tired.
I found a new series that I’ve been binging on my e-reader and stayed up late tonight.
The house is dark and quiet. Most of the guys must be asleep by now.
Before heading to bed, I decided on getting some water and a snack.
Most of the house lights are off, leaving only the dimmed recess lights in the ceiling.
It’s also the only light source on when I enter the kitchen and see Liam working at the island.
What could he possibly be working on so late?
He hears me approach him and glances at me over his shoulder.
He looks exhausted. When I get close enough, I can see that his laptop screen is some medical article about heats.
“Why are you still researching heats? We made it through mine without anything bad happening,” I ask, confused.
He looks reluctant to say anything, then he sighs.
“We made it through the first one. I’m pretty sure your first year of heats will be abnormal as your body will still be trying to help regulate itself after the long-term suppressants.
It doesn’t hurt to keep on top of things in preparation for the next one.
Who knows instead of it happening every three to four months, it could come sooner.
I think everything will be okay after a year, or at least after four heat cycles. ”
I wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder. He takes on too much. I shouldn’t have expected any less, especially after what he told me about his mom and the reason he went into medicine.
“You don’t need to run yourself ragged for these unknowns.
You can run my bloodwork however many times you wish.
That will give us a heads-up when my next heat will happen.
In the meantime, maybe put a pause on researching.
You’re just going to drive yourself crazy, and I prefer you without the crazy. ” I try to end this on a lighter note.
His hand comes up to hold my arm, brushing his thumb along my skin as we now hold each other. “I’ll try,” he mumbles, resigned, “that’s the best I can do.”
Raising my other hand, I poke the furrow between his brows. “So serious,” I say in a playful mocking voice. It works in shifting his mood, I can feel it in the bond, his amusement bleeding through.
“You’re such a brat.” He mock glares at me.
“You’re the only one who seems to think so. Sounds more like a you problem,” I reply smugly. The heat that enters his eyes is scorching. He’s so easy to bait. I love our dynamic, never a dull moment.
He kisses me, hard and demanding, his hand twirling in my hair, lightly pulling on it. It makes me gasp, giving him entrance. He dominates me from the smallest movements of his lips and tongue. I can’t help but fight back a little as it makes when I do give him full control that much better.
My hand moves to his crotch and I stroke his hardening cock through his pants. It’s only after a couple strokes that he grabs my hand, holding it away. “That’s not the part of you I want on my cock,” he says lowly. My scent perfumes instantly, making him chuckle. “Enjoy that?”
Quickly, he turns me to face the island before bending me over as much as I can be. He pulls down my pants and underwear and his hand instantly grabs my wet pussy. “This is the only place my cock gets to touch on you tonight, understand?” he says, two of his fingers slowly teasing my clit.
“Yes, sir,” I respond. He leans forward and kisses the back of my neck, something so small yet more sensual than anything he’s doing with his hand.
His teasing is driving me crazy, I keep pushing back wanting more, but he just spanks me when I do. He always spanks the cheek that has his mark, and it sends an extra jolt of pleasure through me.
“What do you want more—to come or me to fuck you here?” he says close to my ear. His fingers have me right on the edge, my legs shaking before he backs off again, making me whine. His resulting laugh infuriates me.
“I want you to finish what you started,” I grumble. I get three more spanks for that. On the third, the contact and him edging me finally pushes me over.
“We have to work on your control,” he says in mock disappointment. The bond tells me exactly how he feels, just as it tells him how I feel. Right now, it’s singing with both of our pleasure.
His hand comes up to lightly hold my throat, reminding me of when we bonded during my heat. My breath hitches at the action. Before he says anything, he’s slamming into me, stealing the remaining air from my lungs.
“So fucking tight. You take me so well, brat,” he growls out, not letting up his fast pace pounding into me. His grip on my throat tightens but not enough to restrict me much. It’s not long until his knot enters me, triggering another orgasm for us both.
We stay standing for a moment, catching our breath before Liam’s hand falls away from my throat. He slowly lowers us to a sitting position on the floor while his knot goes down. He peppers kisses from my neck and down my upper back, running his fingers lightly over my skin soothing me.
“You okay?” He checks in. I turn my head enough to see his face behind me.
“Never better.” I smile and lean in for a soft kiss. His softness afterwards is one of my favorite parts, though I can’t help but rile him a little even now. “You know I’ve noticed you seem to prefer fucking me from behind. Any particular reason?”
His eyes narrow, knowing full well I’m intentionally being a brat this time. “Well it’s always a nice view,” he says smugly, “and I can see my mark on you best that way.”
“So possessive,” I say playfully, sticking my tongue out at him.
He scoffs. “I don’t think you’ll find anyone in the pack that would disagree with that line of thinking.
As someone who never gave much thought to a scent match or soul mate and having one myself, I’ll never take such a connection for granted.
I’ll love you in this life and the next.
” His eyes are burning with a different fire than earlier.
I feel every word of that promise in the bond.
I wish I could say things as sweet as my mates do instead of just blurting things out. I’ll always try though to get my feelings across through words, even with the bonds.
“I’ll hold you to that, otherwise I’ll haunt you just like Connor is haunting me,” I say, making him laugh. The guys go along with me believing that, and it does bring me some comfort. Who knows if he’s really there, but I like to think he is.