Page 147 of An Omega for the Lycan Prince

“Plenty of time,” I point out. I stretch, standing on my tiptoes to kiss his shoulders and neck. “I thought you might want to punish me a little for going to train with your father behind your back.”

I can feel his strong arms wrapping around my waist. “What happened to my innocent mate?” he teases.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I grin. “Maybe she wasn’t all that innocent to begin with.” I nibble his earlobe. “So, how do you want me?”

“Are you sure you are okay to do this?” His worry is easily noticeable, and his overprotective Alpha mode is on. “You were hurt only recently, and- “

“You want to say that you fucking me will drain me more than a training with your father?” I blink up at him innocently. “Now I’m curious, Alpha Liam.”

For a split second, I can swear the world stops moving. Liam doesn’t seem to move or even breathe, then in the next second, his claws have ripped my clothes off, and I’m in his arms, my legs wrapped around him. His breath feels hot against my skin, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “You want to know how I want you?” His voice is husky and deep.

Another chill runs down my spine. “How?”

“On all fours, on your hands and knees,” his teeth scratch down my neck. “Wet and eager for me. I want you to be so ready for me. You will beg me to fuck you.”

I shiver in his arms when he runs his lips over my marking spot. “Do it again,” I breathe out.

I feel his fangs biting into my marking spot again. It hurts for a split second before my feelings for him roll over me. The sparks are so intense I almost lose consciousness. Everything blurs together. I don’t even know why I’m so bold, but my feelings and want for this man spur me on.

I find myself on all fours, feeling a bit exposed and vulnerable. He grips my hips and enters me in one thrust.

The stimulation is so deep, it makes me scream his name to urge him on further. I don’t know what it is, but the almost animalistic feeling of having him take me from behind drives me wild. “Annalise,” he groans. “You are so hot and tight. Look at you, so hot.”

He pulls me up, my back resting against his chest. His hands squeeze and massage my boobs before he cups my chin and makes me look back at him. I meet his eyes, noting how dark they are.

“Liam,” I moan.

He lets go of me again. I would have fallen flat on my face if it weren’t for his grip around my stomach, yanking my lower body upwards. His lips and teeth move over my neck and back. “Come for me.” His voice is demanding, thick with desire.

I allow myself to let go completely. I don’t care how loud I am or how many embarrassing sounds leave my mouth. With a few more thrusts of his hips, he pushes me over the edge. I scream his name as I come.

I don’t know how long it takes me to come back from my high, but eventually, I start to feel and see my surroundings again. Liam holds me in his arms, watching me with caution. “How do you feel?” he asks in worry. “It wasn’t too much, was it?”

“What makes you think that? Wasn’t me moaning and screaming your name enough to show my pleasure?” I grin.

He looks relieved, smiling at me. “Just wanted to make sure.”

“I feel dirty for saying this… but feel free to do that again,” I chuckle tiredly. “Also, you sure know how to keep a promise.”

“Goddess, mate, you just know how to push my buttons,” he groans. “I swear if it weren’t for this meeting we have to attend….”

My head snaps up a bit. “Wait… we? I have to come too?” When he nods, I glare at him. “Couldn’t have told me before, huh?”

He kisses my forehead and shows me his infamous smirk. “That’s my payback.”

I smack his chest and begrudgingly allow him to pull me up. “The least you could do is carry me,” I pout.

He grins and scoops me up in his arms. I lean my head against his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent. I love him so much that my heart feels like it’s about to burst. I do feel a bit sore now, though. To imagine I have a whole meeting to attend… I mutter little threats at him the whole time… about insolent alphas and possessive mates and how I will make him suffer later. All my threats seem to amuse him to no end.

“Later,” he chuckles. “You can pay me back later.”

“Just wait for it,” I grumble.

He wriggles his eyebrows. “Oh, believe me, I will be.”

Fifteen minutes later, we are both cleaned up, and I feel refreshed. I slip into a dark blue dress. It has a brown belt around the waist, accentuating my middle and giving me a more formal look. I don’t want to dress in something too revealing or form-fitting, I rather want to look serious and dignified for my first meeting of this kind. I choose a pair of dark-red high heels and beautiful ruby earrings and bracelets… a gift my mother gave me when I turned eighteen.

“I’m ready,” I say once I step out of the bathroom to meet Liam.