Page 187 of An Omega for the Lycan Prince

Just let him handle everything.

Let him…

He is hovering above me all of a sudden, his lips against my neck. I arch my back at the sparks flying through my body, the touch even more intense now that I have to rely on my other senses. He trails kisses down my upper body, varying the pressure of his lips, and scratching over my soft skin with his teeth. He is leaving out all my erogenous zones though, avoiding my nipples and my mark.

His knee rests between my legs and I involuntarily buck my hips to rub against his. Liam stills my movement by holding my hips in place. “Don’t,” he says. He sounds so freaking hot when he sounds stern. “Move again and I’ll stop.”

“I’m sorry.”

He cups my cheeks with one hand, before kissing me hungrily, his tongue demanding entrance. I answer instantly, opening my lips for him eagerly. I feel myself melting into his kiss and the way he is dominating me.

He moves away, making me gasp slightly at the loss of contact. He moves downward, attaching his lips to one of my nipples. He uses his teeth to deliver a soft bite against it. His free hand reaches for my other boob, squeezing its nipple. It hurts a bit more than normal, but it’s the addicting kind of pain, the one that makes me ask for more.

“You should see yourself now, writhing beneath me, so eager and wet.” His voice sounds darker and huskier than usual. A shiver runs down my spine, going directly to my groin. I want to press my legs together to create at least a tiny bit of friction, but I fight the urge to do so. Liam might stop otherwise.

I don’t want him to stop.

Just torture me a bit longer.

I feel my mind getting blurry. His breath feels so hot all of a sudden, his touch so intense. I arch my back, spreading my legs further for him. I want him so much. So much.

Before I can fathom what’s happening, something is dropping down onto my stomach, cold, small, hard… and wet. Liam moves further up, circling my swollen nipples with it. I gasp at the sensation of the sudden cool against my hot skin.

When he kisses me again, his mouth feels cold too, an ice cube suddenly passing by our lips. I twirl my tongue around it. So that’s what he is using. How did he even get these so fast? I have no time to think further because another ice cube drops on my stomach. Liam continues his teasing, moving the cube downwards this time. I feel anxiety and excitement pooling in my stomach. The first one almost made me close my legs, the other willing to keep them spread.

A scream leaves my lips when Liam pushes the ice cube over my clit, circling it with the little cold cube. Just as I feel like the sensation gets too much, the cube’s gone and replaced by his hot lips, sucking and licking me dry.

I don’t care anymore about any rules. I just cry out his name. “Fuck me,” I beg. “Liam, please.” I wrap my legs around his neck to emphasize my words. He grabs my legs, pulling them apart again, almost roughly.

“Fuck,” his voice is dripping with lust. “You’re so fucking hot, Annalise.”

I tug at my ties slightly, wanting to free my hands to touch him, to touch myself. To relieve me of the pressure building up in my lower region. His fingers curl over my wrists all of a sudden, keeping me motionless. “Spread open for me again,” he mutters into my ear, biting down on my earlobe.

I oblige, opening up for him to enter me. The moment I do so, I can feel his hard erection plunging into me in one go. Oh my Goddess, I’m so wet for him. He starts to fuck me vigorously.

“Liam,” I moan and cry, feeling how he is pushing me more and more towards the edge of my orgasm.

His hips snap forward roughly. He has never taken me like this before, but fuck, it’s so hot. “Harder,” I beg him. “Fuck me harder.”

He growls his response. He picks up his speed until I come crying his name. Before I can fully give in to my orgasm, I wrap my legs around him, squeezing my walls around him. “Fuck, Annalise, yes”

He comes with a moan, his body going slack on top of me while I’m hit with wave after wave of orgasms.

I gasp for air, slowly coming back to my senses. Liam stays inside me for a bit longer, before moving out slowly. He undoes my ties and blindfolds and I instantly cling to him. “Shit, this was hot,” he mutters. “You were so hot.”

I touch his chest, letting my fingers trace his muscles. I feel so tired, but the good kind of tired.

“Annalise?” he looks at me worried now. “Are you alright? Was it too much? I thought you were enjoying it?”

His honest concern warms my heart. I trust him. Everything we did tonight was safe, sane and consensual. I chuckle, placing a kiss against his chest. “I thought I shouldn’t talk, Alpha?”

He rolls his eyes. “You.”

“I enjoyed it,” I tell him. “A lot. We can repeat it whenever you’d like.”

He rolls to the side to face me, pulling me into his arms. I should feel sticky and sweaty, but I don’t. There is just something so comforting and intimate about cuddling with him right after we have sex. When my body is still so sensitive, and still remembers his touch. I snuggle even closer to him, draping a leg around him.

“My little octopus,” he mutters contently.