Chapter Eleven #3
“And what if I was?” he rasped roughly. He swung her around, driving her down into the bed beneath him, playing her game by grinding his hips forward between her splayed legs. She trilled out a long low moan of pleasure, her head rolling as her fingers gripped his arms madly.
Liam broke under that response. He reared up on his knees over her and stripped off his T-shirt.
He came back over her, his mouth swooping first for her breast, seizing the nipple.
He rolled and sucked the hard tip between his hungry lips.
He flicked her with teasing tongue strokes, bit with light scrapes of teeth.
“Liam!” she gasped. Devon felt her entire body combust. From that one point he started a ferocious fire, causing licking flames and molten liquid to drip from her body.
He surged up to catch her mouth and ravaged her with breathtakingly seductive kisses.
Her hands roamed his broad bare back with hunger and delight.
They slid into his hair, over his neck, eased over his injured shoulder.
Dipped deep below his waist, bumping over his weapons belt to curve over his buttocks and draw him closer down.
Liam had craved the feel of her body too much to be rushed, but he was on fire. Her breasts filled his palms to perfection again and again as he tried to learn her beautiful, writhing form.
She felt every touch with incredible intensity.
“Your hands burn,” she breathed into his ear on a moan as he was spreading that conflagration down her hips and thighs.
“Your entire body is burning,” he growled as she proved his point with a chain of gasps and something muttered about ‘calluses.’ Liam smiled slowly when he understood what she found so incredibly stimulating.
His rough fingers could do things she couldn’t even imagine.
Often they were a point of complaint, but he should have known she’d never be usual.
He ran the rough edges of his fingers over both her nipples and rode with her when she lunged up off the bed. “Ah … liked that, did you?”
Her vivid eyes flew open as she panted and stared into his eyes as if seeing him for the first time. It was an unsettling thing to be on the receiving end of. For a moment he was afraid she’d come to her senses and he was about to be booted out of heaven.
“Liam,” she uttered roughly, making his cock twitch just at the sound. “Liam, I couldn’t bear if I hurt you,” she whispered.
He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand what her arousal was doing to her, what it was taking to rest calmly beneath him, to pull back and try and emulate what she had once been when she had been human. She could be so dangerous to him. Didn’t he realize that?
And why wasn’t she pulling away? Why wasn’t she doing everything in her power to protect him?
“I can’t resist you,” she gasped, her hands grasping and stroking over his smoothly furred chest. She raked her fingernails through the hair. “There’s something about you that makes me throw myself open to you again and again. Liam, I want you so much and I don’t understand why.”
“Join the club, sweetheart,” he soothed her gently as he took up her mouth in a languorous, deep kiss that went on and on until he felt her calves wrapping around his thighs and her fingers deep in his hair.
“You could hate me one day,” she whispered against his lips. “So many people hate me now. I feel it all around me … except when I feel you all around me. How do you do that?”
“You think I have the answer to that? The only thing I can tell you is that I’m really glad this is mutual.
You do things to me that I never thought were possible.
” He kissed her again, coaxing her back into that quickly heating frenzy that made her writhe beneath him.
“Feel me, sweetheart?” he breathed hotly, rotating his hips so she would know her power over his body.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded as she moaned softly.
“Hard. Hot,” she gasped, her breasts heaving with every breath.
“Dangerous.” She reached to grip his weapons belt, running her hands around to unbuckle it.
Before it could be pulled away, though, she would have to undo the second fastening around his thigh on his holster side.
She anticipated it quickly and ran a purposeful finger down his inner thigh until she had deftly undone it.
She let it fall away, let it tumble off the bed with a loud thump.
They both knew how dangerous it was to let the bullets within be treated carelessly, but neither was considering caution in that moment.
Liam began to slide his hands over her again, covering her breasts, belly, and hips.
He worked his hand down between the press of their bodies, petting her hairless mound and feeling the viscous cream of her heat already wetting his fingertips.
He closed his eyes tightly for a minute as he fought for control.
When he opened them, he pinned her down by his gaze alone.
He wanted to see her eyes as he touched her and brought her to pleasure.
He wanted to watch her seductive, sly features contort in bliss.
Liam slid his touch between her folds and let his calluses run ever so lightly over aroused, anticipating flesh.
She soaked his fingers. Devon sucked in her breath as he easily found the swollen bead of flesh that could manipulate her into passion.
That was when he realized she had been right.
Just like she had said, what he wanted most was to have her against his hungry mouth.
Among so many desires overwhelming him, that was the one ringing loudest and truest in that moment.
“Oh God, Liam, you’re killing me,” she cried when his light, absent-minded touch taunted her.
Liam flicked a firm thumb over that sensitive bud, rolling around the edges of it in slow, lazy circles until her hips were swirling with the rhythm.
She moaned in response, erotic expressions crossing her beautiful face.
In the end, that was why he stuck to his original desire.
He wanted to watch her come. He licked a nipple and blew across it.
Then he slid farther down her body and parting her labia to expose her clit to him, he was able to lick her just as tauntingly across her clit.
Once. Just once. A lick and a long chilling blow before the relentless thumb returned.
“You taste like a dream,” he groaned, burying his face in her belly as he rode out the surges of screaming demand that he free his strangling cock and bury himself balls deep inside of her. Yes. Oh, God, yes he wanted that.
“You don’t know me,” she breathed, her legs clutching at him restlessly, her hands pushing against his chest. It was as if she were trying to hold on to him and push him away at the same time.
Devon closed her eyes, tilting back her head, trying not to let the beast inside of her out as it suddenly came knocking at the door with raging, pounding fists.
In this, it refused to be controlled. This time she did push him away, shoved him, actually, using her preternatural strength to do so.
She sent him nearly off the far edge of the king-sized bed, even as she rolled blindly away and dropped to the floor.
She scrambled to her feet and lurched toward the bedroom door, but he had recovered himself with amazing alacrity and grabbed hold of her before she could so much as touch the knob.
“What the freaking hell?” he demanded as he hauled her about, forcing her to face him, both of them banging her backward into the door.
She couldn’t bear being near him. The smell of him lured the animal inside her much too strongly.
She held her breath, looked away … curled her hands and held them away as best she could.
It was all fruitless. There was no pretending Liam wasn’t there.
Not with the heat of his body so intense from lovemaking and anger, the blend so potent and fierce.
“What is this?” he demanded, giving her a little shake as he tried to see her face in the darkness. But they had moved away from the windows so there was much less moonlight to help him. “Some kind of tease? Are you playing some kind of game?”
Even as he said it, Liam couldn’t make himself believe it. Her responses had been too genuine. Too abandoned. Or so it had seemed.
Liam continued to trap her against the door with the heavy press of his body, but he recalled how only instants ago she had proven to him that she could put up a very powerful fight if she was of a mind to.
If she was strong enough to send his full weight flying, then she was as strong as they came.
Come on, Liam, think, he commanded of himself.
Then her recent words finally sank into his awareness.
I don’t want you to hate me … You don’t know me.
He reached for her face. Gripping her chin and tilting it up, he forced her to look at him.
He focused on her through the darkness and countermanded her when she tried to get free again.
Light shone on her left cheek, chin, and lips …
and the white gleam of the fang that had grown to peek through them.
He moved a fingertip up to touch it and she fought a bit harder this time to resist him, forcing him to lay all of his weight against her, digging his feet into the floor to keep her from squirming free.
“No! You show me! You find that courage that I have seen in every cell of your being and you show me what you think will make me shun you!”
That managed to quiet her like no show of human strength could possibly have done.