Chapter Thirty-Three
Scream My Name
LIAM O’CONNOR
We’re back in the little travelers’ cottage. The meeting with her brother isn’t until late tonight. It’s just me and Gen and a really soft bed for the rest of the day. I want to bury myself in her. Worship her body. Feel the way her soul dances with mine through our bond.
The fire is blazing and Gen stands next to the hearth, the warm orange light from the flames bathing her in a magickal glow.
She’s so beautiful.
So perfect.
She’s everything I ever wanted and she’s mine.
I rub fingers over the marks on my wrists, still shocked they’re there. Shocked that I have her. Shocked that I didn’t lose her. Shocked that she’s standing across the room from me looking—hungry. And not the food kind of hungry.
My cock jumps to attention, hardening in an instant.
She wants me.
We’re bonded. I feel the want. See it like it’s mine. Feel it like her hormones are rushing through my blood. It’s heady and if I thought I had an obsession with her before we were bonded, it doesn’t even compare to the all-encompassing devotion I have now.
I smell her sweet scent mixed with the sharp edge of the wood burning in the fireplace. She’s not speaking, just making these small humming noises in her throat.
My pulse hammers in my ears.
I close the distance between us with two steps, cupping her face, brushing my thumbs over her soft lips, then across her cheekbones.
And then I’m kissing her. But not all at once. Slowly. Methodically. Savoring every tiny moan and hum and response from her body.
Her tongue meets mine and I growl into her mouth. Her breathing speeds up. I can feel and hear her pulse racing too.
She’s so soft against me. All perfect curves and smooth skin. Legs for days and luscious hair I want to wrap around my hand and pull just enough to make her moan. I will make her moan. I will make her scream my name until she’s so tired she sleeps in my arms, blissfully unaware of all the trouble that waits for us outside the court.
Right now all I want her to feel is my love and adoration and gratefulness that I have her. That we’re together.
My wolf growls in my chest and I deepen the kiss. Doing exactly what I want. Drinking her down like she’s the last bottle of water in the desert. Just like I imagined, I wrap my hand in her hair and I pull, gently at first.
She responds beautifully, curving her body into mine. We fit so perfectly. My erection presses hard into her soft belly. Little moans of pleasure roll from her throat each time I tighten my fingers in her hair and slant her mouth so I can get closer. Deeper.
Her arms reach up and curl around my neck, then into my hair, and she’s pulling herself tighter, closer, removing any leftover pockets of air between our bodies.
“More,” she whispers against my lips. “Please.”
Need is a storm inside me. Need to please her. Need to have her. To touch her. To be touched. Her desires mix with mine across our bond—becoming one yearning and one goal.
Her tongue stabs into my mouth for a closer, harder, deeper kiss. Then her hands are out of my hair and all over my shoulders, pulling at my shirt, clawing desperately. Buttons fly every which way and I release her long enough to shrug out of the shirt.
She palms my chest, drawing her nails over my pecs, then down across my abs. I suck in a breath and clench my teeth. I’m throbbing. Hard. And all I want is for her hands to move to undo my pants next. I want her hands on me. I want to feel her touch me.
I don’t have to wait long. She unzips my jeans and pulls my hard cock free from my boxers and wraps her soft, strong fingers around the base. Her hand is so warm. Her touch is making me crazy. I want her to move. I want her to stay perfectly still.
Breathing is impossible. I’m going to die of pleasure right here in front of her. But I’m going to stand here and let her do as she pleases.
“Anything you want.”
She looks up at me from beneath a curtain of dark lashes. By Fate, she’s gorgeous. Her eyes spark with gold and heat.
She holds me with one hand and puts the other flat against my chest, right over my heart. Her fist around my cock drops, sinking even closer to the root of me. She pauses there a moment, then squeezes, then slides her fingers up again. Her touch is perfect. Light. Gentle. She rolls her thumb over the tip.
I groan. It’s perfect torture.
I fist my hands at my sides, not trusting myself to squeeze her too hard. My balls ache. Everything is throbbing.
She doesn’t stop. Up and down. Up and down. She finds a rhythm. And I never want it to stop. Make it last forever. Make her never take her hand off of me.
I take a deep breath and hold myself together.
She gets up on her tiptoes and kisses me, nipping at my bottom lip but never stopping her hand. The predatory smile on her face is so fucking hot. She knows she’s in control of me right now. And she’s fucking right.
The only thing that would make this experience even more perfect would be having her naked too. And my hands go right to work. She moves for me when I need her to and I quickly remove or tear everything she’s wearing from her body.
The reward of seeing her makes my cock ache even more. Her perfect breasts fit in the palms of my hands. Her nipples are rock hard and she hisses when I roll my thumbs over them. She rubs her thighs together and moans a little. I can smell her arousal and I want to feel her. Taste her. Make her come apart the way she’s making me hold on for dear life.
Don’t come yet. Not yet. Not yet.
I want to come inside her.
“It’s about to be my turn,” I growl, nuzzling my lips along her neck. I bite down gently on her shoulder, then reach between her legs and run two fingers between her folds. She’s soaked and trembling and I nearly come right then in her hand.
I need this woman as much as I need air to breathe.
IMOGEN GALLAGHER
I want him so much I can’t breathe. My body is a sparking live wire. Or C-4 set to explode. I’m not sure.
The way he tenses every time I squeeze him or move my hand. The way he sucks in his breath. The way he grinds his teeth and groans. It’s heady. And I can feel it all through our bond. I feel the pleasure I’m giving him like it’s mine.
Then he touches me and my knees barely hold me up. This power I have over him. I’ve never had power over anyone. I love him so deeply, so completely. And he trusts me with every part of himself. And he’s mine .
His thick powerful body belongs to me. He’s my mate . Mine. Arms like carved granite. Abs of steel. Those lines women talk about—the V—he’s got those too. Hips I want to climb like a tree and an ass I want to sink my teeth into.
And then there’s his cock. Fucking glorious. Made for me.
My body is crying to be filled with it, but I can’t stop touching it. So velvety and soft, but rock hard and hot all in the same moment.
He groans against my shoulder and flexes his hips, driving his cock through my hands and pressing it into the softness of my belly.
I look up at him again. He’s looking at me too. Eyes golden and hooded. Teeth bared with a little fang showing. I’ve pushed him right to the edge. His wolf is rumbling in his chest. Just fucking gorgeous. A chiseled jaw. Beautiful mop of dark curls that hang nearly to his shoulders.
“Take me,” I say. “All of me.”
“I’m going to make you scream, Gen. I want you to scream my name, do you hear me?”
I nod. Yes. I need that too. I want that too.
He turns me in a rush, pulling my hands off his body. He yanks me back against him, pressing his erection against my ass. He locks an arm around my waist like he’s afraid I’m going to run. Then his other hand clutches at my breast, thumbing the nipple until I’m writhing against him whimpering.
“That’s it, Gen. Let me hear you.” He moves the arm around my waist lower. And lower. Until his palm is pressed against my mound.
I’m so wet. So needy. I want him to touch me. I rock my hips, urging him further.
He slides a finger between my folds and I lean back against his chest, collapsing into his arms. “This is what you needed, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Please. Yes.” I’m wild in his desire. I want more. “Don’t hold back, Liam.”
His arms tighten. The hand at my breast pinches the nipple he’s been rubbing and I squirm, but I don’t want to get away. I want more.
“You’re going to come so fast, aren’t you?”
“Yeeeees, oh yes,” I gasp out between pants.
He pushes his fingers deeper, curling them until he’s touching a place that makes every nerve inside me fire at once. I’m shaking. I sag against him, but he holds me up and keeps working me with his fingers. Then he rubs over my swollen, throbbing clit and I cry out, rocking my hips on his fingers harder. Faster.
“That’s it, love.”
LIAM O’CONNOR
“Liam!”
She shatters in my arms with a scream. When she runs out of air, she fights for another breath and screams again.
“More, Liam.” Her words are husky and almost a growl.
She’s the most beautiful fucking creature I’ve ever seen. And she needs to come at least once more before I put her on the bed and have my way with her. I touch her clit again, rubbing in small insistent circles.
Her next release grabs her by surprise. Her whole body tenses and her orgasm rips through her with wild fury. “Ffffffffff, I—fuck!”
I chuckle against her shoulder, biting her gently again, loving the way she squirms and moans and jerks through each wave of her release until she’s gasping, whimpering, and trembling.
I scoop her up into my arms before she slides to the floor in a boneless mass. Spreading her on the bed, I stand back a moment to appreciate her body, her beauty, the flushed glow of her skin after coming as hard as she did.
“So beautiful, Gen. You take my breath away.”
Her eyes are still closed, but her lips curve up in a satisfied smile. “Come and get me, mate .” She makes a come-hither motion with a finger, and I comply, covering her body with mine and capturing her mouth.
I kiss her hard. And we tangle together, pulling and wrapping around bodies closer and closer, fighting to feel every inch of each other at once.
“I need you, Liam. Please.” Her words are a siren call and her slick heat glides against me in an intimate dance. She opens herself to me and I pivot, sinking into her with a sensation so profound it feels like coming home.
A guttural groan rumbles from deep within me as I pull her thighs up near my waist and roll to my back, situating her on top of me. She leans forward, dragging her lips and tongue across my chest, igniting a fire that courses through my veins. Her hips rock, grinding down in a rhythm that has my pulse hammering and my control fraying at the edges.
I let my fingers trace along the curves of her body until they end up in the silk of her long blonde hair again. I lock my fingers in her tresses and draw her mouth to mine, a hungry claim of possession and desire. Every breath she takes. Every heartbeat that thrums through her, I feel them as my own.
She clenches around me and rides harder, driving us both frantic with need.
I slide my tongue into her mouth, a fierce and tender battle of passion.
Her moan vibrates against her lips. The sound wraps around me, urging me on. Her hips rotate, a tantalizing mix of slow and rapid movements, a sweet torture edging us closer to a cliff we’re both already desperate to tumble over.
My grip in her hair never falters, even as my other hand ventures between our sweat-slicked bodies. I stroke around the edges of her clit and her response is instant—a quick twist of her hips. I grin against her mouth, then rub my calloused thumb right over the top of her swollen bud. Her moans go ragged, rising to a high-pitched cry that echoes off the walls. She grinds down with a force that has my vision erupting into starbursts, her body convulsing in waves that pull me under. Her release triggers mine, an elemental surge that has me gripping her hips with a ferocity born of raw emotion, anchoring her to me as I lose myself within her.
Her body bows, a perfect arc painted in satisfaction, her cry a melody of pure delight. My wolf is pleased and growls from deep in my chest.
Finally, she collapses onto me, a warm wonderful armful of woman. Her breath whispers across my skin. We are motionless except for our heavy breathing and our hearts chasing each other in frenzied beats.
Together.
In this quiet afterglow, a truth as clear as the morning sun over the mountains settles in my soul—I’ve never known happiness like this, a sense of completion that feels as necessary as air. This woman. She is my everything. Every beat of my heart is for her.
Forever.