Epilogue
“It’s raining cats and dogs. You can hardly see a car’s length in front of us.
” I glance beside me, where Liam sits patiently against the leather upholstery.
Though it’s three in the afternoon, the sky is heavy with dark, ominous clouds, unleashing sheets of rain that drum relentlessly against the windshield.
“You might not, my sweet witch, but I can. Are you that impatient to get to the hotel?” He reaches over and squeezes my knee. My breath catches, the tips of my ears heating when his fingers linger, nudging up the hem of my dress before tracing higher along my thigh.
“I just want us and the artifacts to get there in one piece.” In the back seat, the three artifacts lie nestled together in a box, each individually wrapped with care by my aunties and bound with protection spells.
Nutmeg peeks out from under his wing at my movement, softly hooting before tucking his head back into his feathers.
My hand tingles with the phantom memory of magic flooding my veins. After what happened when I handled the wand the night Ted broke in, we aren’t taking any chances that the other artifacts might awaken.
“Well, you’ve got your pink galoshes, matching pink umbrella, and raincoat. I’ll make sure you don’t melt in the rain.” Liam winks as he turns off the freeway, one hand on the wheel and the other resting possessively on my inner thigh.
“I’m not a wicked witch. I doubt I’m going to melt if I get a little wet, but I am particular to my galoshes, thank you very much.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. I remember you being a very wicked witch when that pretty mouth of yours was wrapped around my cock.” His hand slides higher, stroking me through the thin satin fabric. Heat rushes between my thighs, soaking my panties. “And you’re already wet and melting.”
“Liam!” I gasp when he slips a finger inside, my hands clenching the edge of the leather seat while my thighs clamp together.
“Tsk, tsk. What did I tell you about denying me this pretty pussy?” He curls his finger, sending a deep wave of pleasure vibrating through my core and cascading down my legs.
I spread my thighs, the rubber soles of my galoshes pressing into the floor mat. Liam inserts another finger, moving agonizingly slowly and making me squirm while the locked seat belt keeps me firmly restrained.
“Don’t come until I tell you to, and keep your legs wide like a good girl. I want you ready to ride my cock when we check in.” His thumb presses against my clit.
“I’ll try,” I pant, my head dropping back against the headrest.
“Try again?”
He stills.
“Yes, sir.”
I writhe, and he resumes his leisurely pace, building the pressure inside me.
Wet gravel crunches under the tires when we turn right onto a narrow road. In the distance, twinkling city lights appear through the fog and rain, but all I can concentrate on is the feeling of Liam’s fingers moving inside me.
“Liam, we’re almost there.” My hips buck, seeking the friction that will send me over the edge.
“Patience, my sweet witch.”
He increases his pace, his thumb circling my clit. My toes curl inside my boots, the sensation almost too much to bear. I’m only vaguely aware of us pulling into the parking lot beneath the bright neon hotel sign.
Liam unbuckles and turns in his seat. I whimper at the sudden loss when he withdraws his fingers, then slides my panties down over my boots.
“I’ll be keeping these.” He stuffs them into his pocket before wrapping one hand around my throat, his thumb caressing the edge of my jaw. “Come for me, Evie.”
In one swift movement, he pushes three fingers into me, and the last of my control shatters. My core clenches around them as pleasure crashes through me.
“Good girl. Now let’s get you inside.”
Liam opens the door and hands me the umbrella and Nutmeg’s cage before grabbing the box of artifacts and our suitcases.
My boots hit a puddle on the sidewalk, sending ripples through the water. I focus on steadying my breath and calming my flushed face, yet all I can feel is the slick heat between my thighs as we cross the lobby to collect the key before making the short walk to our room.
“Evie, I need you now,” Liam growls as he tosses the luggage and box onto the dresser.
I barely have time to set Nutmeg down and drop my umbrella, raindrops splattering across the floor, before he yanks me into his arms. A chill races down my spine and straight to my core when his fingers dig into my hips, his teeth grazing the side of my neck.
“You don’t know how crazy you made me, smelling your sweet arousal. I wanted to pull the car over and take you on the side of the road.”
One moment, I’m held in his arms, and the next, I’m falling back onto the yielding mattress as Liam settles over me. I reach for him, but he catches my wrist and pins it above my head.
“No, a leannán. I need to touch you.” He rolls me onto my stomach, trailing kisses down my spine as he unzips my dress. Next come my boots, tossed unceremoniously to the floor.
“I need you too.” My voice is muffled against the crisp, cool cotton sheets, a contrast to Liam’s warm palm gliding over my bare skin.
He steps off the bed and draws me back by the hips until I’m bent over the edge.
His cock prods at my entrance when he leans over me, his stubble tickling my back, fingers curling into the hair at the base of my scalp.
Liam enters me with one quick thrust, and I cry out, pulsing around him. My fingers grip the sheets when he pauses to let my body adjust.
“You fit me so well, my mate.” He drives deep, hitting a spot that coaxes a desperate keen from my throat. I’ve never felt this way with anyone else before, not even by myself. “That’s it, Evie. Take this cock like you were made for it.”
His words and tone awaken something primal in me. I want it. I want him. I want to take everything he has to offer and then some.
He straightens, his hands flexing at my hips. Each thrust drives deeper, making it harder to keep my eyes open or resist surrendering to the pleasure sparking along my skin.
“Please, Liam,” I beg, my inner walls clenching around him.
“Come for me, Evie.”
Waves of pleasure wash over me, making me shudder before I sink into the mattress.
“That was amazing.” I sigh, eyes fluttering closed.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Liam climbs onto the bed and rolls onto his back. “I want to see you ride me until we both come together.”
I drag my boneless, pleasure-drunk body onto all fours and climb over him, positioning myself above his cock. Taking my time, I slide down his length, my palms braced against the fine dusting of auburn hair on his chest until he’s fully sheathed inside me.
I want to see him come undone beneath me.
I begin to ride him and nearly come again when the nodules around the base of his cock respond, protruding as a low vibration pulses through them and massages my inner walls.
“Liam,” I moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“That’s it, my beautiful mate.” His thumb finds my clit, circling until stars burst behind my eyes and my whole body feels as though it might float away. The only things keeping me tethered to earth are his hands around my waist and his cock pulsing inside me as he spills his release.
Panting, we collapse together on the bed, and Liam wraps me in his arms. His breath tickles the curve of my ear as he whispers, “Don’t forget, I might not purr, but as a jaguar, I’m very territorial, and I don’t plan on ever letting you go, a leannán.”