You’re going to have to tell her the truth.
He didn’t know if he could do that.
Even though she loved wolves, it would still be a challenge to do this. She was human. Wolves were something from fairy tales. They were not to be taken seriously. Not to humans.
She cupped his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“You started to frown. I think you even growled.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You don’t scare me, Liam. Far from it.” She pressed a kiss to his lips. “I find everything you do really sexy.”
“You do, do you?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “Yes.”
“You like it when I do this.”
He pressed his lips against her neck, giving her a bit of a bite. She moaned, tilting her head to the side, giving him better access.
“Yes, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”
“What feels good?” he asked. “This?” He rubbed his thumb against her clit. “Or this?” He sucked on her neck right over her pulse.
She cried out. “Both. I love them both.”
“Then tell me to fuck your pussy and kiss you.”
“Fuck my pussy and kiss me.”
“Please.”
“Please, Liam, please.”
He slammed his lips down on hers, stroking her clit as he did. Breaking from the kiss, he sucked on her neck, moving between her thighs as he trailed his lips down her body, licking her body between kisses.
She wriggled about, and he loved it. He loved watching her squirm, but also tasting her. Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he licked them, savoring her.
“So fucking good. I need more.”
Spreading her legs open wide, he used his shoulders to keep her open as he ate her pussy. She was already getting wet, but he wanted her so slick that it was dripping onto the bed. His cock was painfully hard and he wanted to be so deep inside her, but first, he wanted her to come, to scream his name, to have it echoing around the walls so he couldn’t think of anything else.
Gliding his tongue down, he thrust inside her, relishing her cries of pleasure as he ravished her pussy.
“I’m so close.”
“Then come for me, baby. I want to hear you scream it. Give it to me.” He attacked her clit, glancing up her body as she moaned and whimpered. He wanted her so badly as she wriggled on his mouth.
When she came, it was a beautiful sight to behold, one he couldn’t help but love as his name filled the air at the same time as her cream flooded his mouth. He drank her up, pushing her into a second orgasm.
Only when she was over the crest of her second did he grab his cock and crawl between her thighs. Running the tip up and down her pussy, he stared into her eyes as he filled her once again.
Her tight little cunt squeezed him like a vise. He slammed to the hilt inside her only to pull out and slide back in, going deeper than before.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he rocked inside her, staring into her eyes. He kept checking to make sure she wasn’t hurting. He didn’t want to harm his mate. He wanted her completely blown away by the pleasure he was giving her.
“Please, it feels so good. God, so good.” She thrust up to meet him, and he caught her hands, holding them against the bed as he took over.
Seeing her need for him, he gave her everything, not holding back, pushing in deep.
“Yes, yes, please, I need you. Please, Liam.”
He didn’t know if this was part of the mating, but it was like she was calling to his wolf. Begging him to come inside her, needing that claiming that only he should understand. Her grip on his hands tightened. She arched up, wanting him, begging for more.
Driving inside her over and over again, he watched as she built to another orgasm. He changed the angle so he rubbed against her clit as he thrust in deep.
It wasn’t enough.
He needed to be closer to her.
Releasing her hands, he wrapped his arms around her so that they were body to body. He’d never felt anything this strong before, nor this fast. It should terrify him, but it didn’t. In fact, it made him so fucking happy.
He’d finally found her. The one that was his woman.
“Please, Liam,” she said.
“You want my cum, baby? You want me to fill your pussy?”
“Yes.”
He claimed her lips as he fucked her hard, going as deep as she could take him. Her nails scored his back, and his wolf within him howled in pleasure. They wanted her marks, to wear them like a fucking badge of pride. She belonged to him, and they were going to treat her with so much love. She’d never want for anything.
He’d make sure of it.
This was why his friends were the way they were. They had something to fight for. She was fucking everything to him and more.
They would be bound together for all eternity.
Liam thrust inside her one final time, feeling his seed pulse as it filled her body.
I want a baby.
I want a wife.
I want everything.
He wanted it all with this woman in his arms. He’d never had anything precious to him before, but now he did, and he didn’t want to lose that. He loved her more than anything.
Pushing some of her hair off her face, he smiled down at her.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said.
“That was amazing. I don’t know what came over me. I just felt something overwhelming, and I needed you.”
“How do you feel now?”
“So much better.” She cupped his cheek. “I love being with you. It’s like everything else falls away and I don’t have to worry anymore.”
“You’ll never have to worry again.” He stroked her cheek. “You can always rely on me, Rebecca. Always.”
“I’m not like other women. I’m not normal.”
“Normal is overrated, and I’m not here for other women, Rebecca. I’m here for you.”
****
This was a big mistake. Rebecca tried to think of something, any excuse that would stop the car, and make him turn around so that she could go back home. Home to her perfectly ordered world that didn’t have any other family. Where for a few short minutes she could pretend to be like other people and not have any issue.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“You’re fidgeting like mad, and I know you’re lying.”
“How do you know that?”
“I just know.”
She’d noticed he seemed to have a sense of something, whenever she was upset or annoyed, or even worried. In the past couple of days, she’d gotten used to him being around the house. He’d stayed, and they’d made love, had sex, and ordered takeout food because neither of them wanted to be away from the other long enough to cook.
These feelings she had for him were entirely foreign to her. She didn’t even know if they were normal, if this feeling of needing to be with him all the time was natural. Not only that, each time they had sex, she had this overwhelming desire for him to come within her. To mark her. Clearly, all the years of editing books were starting to get to her.
She knew it would happen.
The lonely nights.
All the secret fantasies she had.
It all would lead to a moment when she finally had a boyfriend that she’d just explode with need.