Chapter Thirty-One
Kiss Me Already
IMOGEN GALLAGHER
With a gentle nudge, Liam guides me under the shower’s soothing cascade. And for a moment, instead of following me inside, he stands there, eyes locked on my body. Warm water splashes against my shoulders, ricocheting and spraying him with random droplets.
The therapeutic warmth trickles over me, a blissful sensation in the middle of my chaotic feelings. The bond spell snapped something into place between our minds. It’s like having a physical data cable plugged in that connects my mind and heart directly to Liam’s.
I can feel the theme of his thoughts. His emotions...his very essence.
And it’s a two-way street. He can delve into mine just as intimately.
And oh, the depth of his love.
The sheer amount of care radiating from him is overwhelming. There’s so much warmth, tenderness, and depth of affection—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.
I don’t know how to respond and so I stand there letting the water soothe me and keep me from breaking down on him for a second time today.
“It’s okay if you need to come apart, Gen.” Liam’s voice slices through the thrum of the shower, grounding me back to the present. Back to him. He steps in, shutting the glass door behind him. Steam quickly fogs up everything and transforms the space into a hazy, intimate cocoon.
“I want to feel you. I want to experience everything I never thought I would have with you. I just—I never—I didn’t know it would feel like this. I didn’t know you felt that way about me. That you cared as much as I did.” I reach for him and kiss him again.
His arms go around me, taking control. This kiss is slow, measured, savored. I sense his pleasure. His happiness. And it fills me with so much joy.
“I love you. You are my heart and soul, Gen,” he whispers against my lips, as if they’re sacred. His breath is warm, mingling with mine.
Hot tears course down my cheeks, mingling with the cascade of water. “I never knew what love was until I met you,” I say back. “I love you more than I think I’ll ever understand.” I slip my hand down between us, reaching for his hard length.
His eyes flicker with the golden hues of his inner wolf, a mesmerizing dance of passion and desire that ignites a fire within me. The low, feral growl that vibrates from his chest sends a shiver racing down my spine.
“Tell me I can have more.” His gaze drops to my hand where it grips his throbbing erection. His body is hard, unyielding, a sculpted masterpiece I can’t wait to explore. And he surrenders himself to my touch, letting me do just that. His eyes close momentarily as a tremor courses through his frame.
He rumbles again, and his hands skim over my body, possessive and adoring, from the waist up my back. And then they move to cup my wet, slippery breasts. His palms mold their shape, fingers teasing my hardened nipples, eliciting a throaty moan.
I lean into the caresses. “Liam.”
“This is only the beginning.” He descends to his knees in front of me. His hands roam my body, a silent affirmation of his claim and intentions.
I lean back against the shower wall, the chill at my back clashing with the searing heat between us. His mouth moves closer and closer to my aching core. I’m lost in the anticipation of pleasure. Then he’s there. Caressing my clit. Drinking from my core like he’s found the fountain of life. Pleasure cascades through me with every stroke of his talented tongue.
“Better and sweeter than I even imagined.” He swirls his tongue against my clit again, exploring every side and curve and fold.
Physical pleasure twists through me, mixing with the emotions of my mate’s pure joy. It’s heady and overwhelming and I’m about to come apart in a completely different way.
“Come for me, love. Give me everything.” His voice is a seductive rumble, the perfect accompaniment to the unrelenting assault of his mouth on my most intimate part.
He adds his fingers inside me, curling, pushing, retreating.
The stretching makes me ache and shudder and want. I want more. All of him.
“Now, Gen.”
I obey. I let go. Totally and completely. My body thrashes against him, riding insane waves of bliss. My fingers tangle in his wet hair, trying to keep some kind of grip on reality. Every wave crashes harder, and I cover my mouth with my hand trying to muffle my scream.
His mouth never falters.
His fingers never cease their dance.
The intensity builds and I shatter all over again.
But he doesn’t quit. He keeps going, drawing out my pleasure. Coaxing yet another climax from my spent body. And then another. My body’s shaking, every muscle twitching, every breath a choppy mess. There’s nothing in my world but him—his touch, his heat, his emotions dancing with mine.
He nips at the inside of my thigh, right where my leg meets my hip, and I hear a very pleased male chuckle rumble from his chest. “I think you have another one in you.”
I try to wriggle away, laughing and panting all mixed together. “No way, Liam. I can’t.” But he’s not buying it.
Then he’s back, all focus and fire, his mouth torturing me in the best of ways. His fingers play me skillfully. And his other hand climbs my body, toying with one nipple and then the other, squeezing and pinching until my breasts and clit throb in time.
Everything inside me explodes and twists and I scream again. This time I don’t try to drown it. The scream rips from my throat, raw and real.
His fingers are deep, hitting all the right spots, and my body clamps down, trying to pull him even closer. If that’s even possible. My chest tightens. My breasts are so swollen they ache.
The climax is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Like I’m bursting into a million pieces. My knees buckle, and I’m sure I’m going down, but Liam’s right there, catching me, easing me to the floor while my body rides the aftershocks. But his fingers, they’re still inside me stoking a fire I’d thought for sure had flamed out.
He moves his mouth to my chest, and from the moment he latches onto me, it’s a whole new wave of sensation, sparking from my nipple all the way down to where he’s still moving inside me. A whimper slips out. Every inch of my skin is screaming for more.
His lips find mine next, and it’s a tease, a whisper of a kiss, then deeper like he’s feasting on the taste of us together. “I need to feel you come with me inside you now,” he breathes against my lips, and the heat in his voice is like a lightning strike.
I let out this half-laugh, half-moan, because let’s be honest, after that, what’s left? “I think you’ve wrung everything out already,” I manage to say, but it’s more of a gasp than words.
He’s refuses to believe it. Not even for a second. He nuzzles my neck and nips playfully, promising a bite that makes me jump and sends a shock wave zipping through me. “I doubt that very much.” There’s a challenge in his voice, a delicious certainty that has me believing him, has my body sparking to life yet again, ready for him to prove it.
After another possessive kiss, Liam gently disentangles himself from me and turns off the water. He lifts me from the shower floor and cradles me against his chest, then pushes open the glass door and steps out. The cooler air in the bathroom prickles at my heated skin.
He lets me slide not so subtly down his body until my feet hit the rug, his gaze never once leaving mine. After reaching for a nearby towel, he pats me dry. His touch blends tender and possessive and strongly hints at the more he said was to come.
His hands are thorough, tracing every dip and curve of my body, lingering in places that draw strangled gasps from my lips. The towel’s rough fabric against my sensitive skin sends delicious shivers down my spine, every nerve ending alight with the raw promise of ecstasy.
“I think you got everything,” I say, enjoying the attention and feeling nearly drunk from the still-present euphoria of orgasms. I ache to touch him.
I reach for the towel and he hands it over, flashing a grin that is pure seduction. His eyes glitter with mirth and something deeper. “I would never keep my mate from what belongs to her.”
Mate. The word reverberates through me, echoing within the deepest parts of my soul. If my wolf was a cat, she’d be purring right now, content and satiated.
Liam and I are mates. We’re bonded. Connected in a way that transcends words. He’s within me—his essence, his soul. It’s everything. All-encompassing. My whole world is tied to him now.
I run my hands along his chest, taking in every contour and line. His muscles bunch beneath my fingertips and I giggle. The sound is out of place, yet right, and it leaves me momentarily stunned. I pause, pull my hand away, and take a moment to drink him in.
“Laugh again,” he says, catching my hand and putting it back against the thrumming beat of his heart. His tone brims with a depth of emotion that leaves me breathless. “Don’t ever stop.” He caresses my cheek and tucks a wet piece of hair behind my ear.
“It feels wrong...” I trail off, my voice barely a whisper as the weight of our circumstances crashes down around me once again. The losses we’ve endured. “But I am so happy.”
He shakes his head, playfully flicking water in all directions.
The boyish maneuver makes me grin. “That was on purpose.”
“Completely,” he confirms, his voice rich with laughter. “These moments are for us, Gen. Just us. We will grieve together later. But right now, for tonight, I only want to think of you. Of us.” In one fluid motion, he scoops me back into his arms, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss as he carries me from the bathroom.
My bare feet graze against the cottage’s rustic wooden floor, and the world around me blurs once again. Until all I can see. All I can hear. All I can feel is him.
He lays us down on the bed and stares down at me, looking at me like he’s starving. “We will honor them with life. By loving each other and protecting what they valued.”
I nod. Yes. “Please,” I say, needing more. Our bond is only halfway done. I want the rest. I need it.
“Tell me what you want, Gen,” he says, dipping his head and trailing kisses along my neck.
“You. Please. I need you.”
His groan sends a shudder of delight through my body.
And then he pushes in—slowly, so torturously slowly. Just the tip. Then a little more. It’s so much. Almost too much. But at the same time, not enough.
My body grows slicker, and the throbbing ache in my belly intensifies. I run my hands along his arms and over his shoulders and down his back. Mine.
He flexes his hips, sinking deep.
I shout his name and he drives into me again, pushing me higher. His cock strokes in and out. In and out. Thick and full and then empty and needy and then all over again. I never want it to stop. I never want him to stop.
I writhe beneath him on the bed, gasping for air, whimpering and needy, and clutching him so hard I’m afraid I’ll leave marks. I need more. Harder. Faster. More.
“More,” I beg against his neck. “Please.”
He responds by driving into me harder and deeper. Moving exactly as I need him to. The bond allowing him to feel the exact pressure I need and the precise angle that will send me soaring over an even bigger cliff of ecstasy.
And with him, I take flight. My body is a riot of sensation, as if I’m crackling with electricity. I sink into his grip, into his control, trusting him to give me what I need.
“Gen.” My name is a hoarse whisper on his lips. “You take me so beautifully. You were always meant to be mine.”
“Don’t stop. Liam. Please.”
“Never, I’ll never stop,” he promises, his deep voice a growl that resonates in my ear and sends a ripple of sensual delight shuddering through me.
Fire spreads through my body as he speeds his rhythm. We’re lost in each other. Hearts in sync. Breath in sync. Aware of only each other’s touch.
I shake and moan and reach for our connection, hanging on tight as he drives me higher.
Then his body tenses. His muscles coil like a predator poised to strike, and he lets loose a rumble in his chest that sounds more beast than man. The deep growl of his voice saying my name sends a sensual shudder through me.
My body clenches around his cock and I cling to him while heat blasts through me, consuming me in its fiery embrace. He plunges into me one last time, deep and hard, claiming every last bit of me that I have to offer.
We sink into the mattress, slowly relaxing after the rivulets of pleasure subside. We’re a tangled mess of limbs, of sweat and satisfaction. Our hearts drum a synchronized rhythm, a testament to the intimate and complete bond we now share.
We belong to each other completely now.
No matter what comes tomorrow.
We will face it together.
He takes my hand, lacing his fingers through mine, and we watch in reverent silence as the second bond bracelets ink themselves around our wrists.
“They’re beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.” He pulls my hand to his chest and rolls toward me, tucking my head beneath his chin. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back. His contentment and satisfaction are right there on the surface, but above everything else love. A love so deep and profound it’s seeped into my very bones.
This was what was always meant to be. With Liam. My mate. My heart and soul. My everything.
He kisses the top of my head and whispers my very favorite words. “I love you.”