Page 26 of Look My Way (Bloody Desires #1)

Twenty-One

Zavier

Me guiding Liam is helping him communicate what he wants.

Not only is he adorable, sexy, and strong, he’s also very clever.

To think I was going to ignore my email notifications until tomorrow.

A strange feeling inside me told me not to, and I’m glad I listened.

Highlighted in yellow are my next plans for the night.

They’re more dangerous and riskier, but it’s what he wants.

I don’t mind going out of order if it’s what he needs, what will remind him of who he is and that it’s okay to be that way—to be himself.

I want every single inch, and after tasting him once, I know it’ll never be enough, and this tells me it wasn’t for him either.

The house is dark and quiet when I enter, and the back door opens easily with one push of my gloved hand.

The anticipation of what’s to come vibrates in my veins as I slowly slide one foot in front of the other, making my way to Liam’s bedroom.

Heavy breathing surrounds me and I inch closer to the bed, taking in the still lumps under the covers.

Moving to Liam’s side, I brush hair from his forehead.

I hoped for this as soon as I read it, but I didn’t want to push things.

Fuck, I want this. I want him. I drag the covers down his back, revealing his bare plump ass.

The perfect mounds squeeze together when his body shifts, sweet low hums pushing past his lips.

A rustling from beside him has me looking in the direction of where it comes from.

Daniel is facing away from him, lying on his side, and appears to be fully clothed.

His eyes are closed, short lashes fluttering over his cheeks as he starts to snore.

It would be so easy to kill him right now—to run the blade of my knife over his throat, cutting straight through his carotid.

I’m not here for that tonight, though, and I don’t need to waste any more time than I already have.

Circling around the bed, I slip my hand into the pocket of my jacket and approach the nightstand on Daniel’s side, staring down at the half-full glass of water.

In Liam’s story, Lex’s boyfriend gets thirsty in the night, reaching for the cup randomly without fully waking.

I drag the Ziploc bag with a smashed pill from my pocket and pour the contents into the clear liquid.

Smiling, I shove the baggy back into my pocket and back away, my steps not halting until I’m back at the door.

I look at Liam one more time, my mouth watering when he lifts one of his knees in front of him, his cheeks spreading.

I have to wait. I can wait. For him, I’ll do anything.

Like me, his life revolves around other people’s happiness.

He’s very pleasing as a person, convincing himself he’s happy if they are.

I thought I was content too, with helping others sleep easy at night—taking away their real-life nightmares so they can live in peace.

It’s not all for them, though. My reasons are partially selfish too.

It’s a good way to justify draining the life from someone, like my dad—a man who’ll forever haunt my mind no matter how many times I kill him.

When I reach the back door, I pause and laugh at the recipe box with its lid open sitting in the center of the counter.

He found the recipe I left him—I knew he had when I read it in his book an hour ago, three chapters before the epilogue.

Sneaky sneaky. When he eventually makes it—if he ever does in real life the same way he did in his book—that’ll be a sign he’s ready to be free.

I was taken aback when I read about the accident Lex’s boyfriend was in.

So tragic, but also not how I see it happening in real life.

In the book he was a hero. Clearly Liam still views Daniel with rose-colored glasses, but I have to remember this is only his first draft.

I close the lid of the box but instead of exiting the door, I adjust my mask and lower myself onto one of the kitchen chairs.

I wait and wait. Two hours pass while I stare into the dark living room and the dimly lit hallway with a night-light shining from one side.

I’m at a perfect angle where I can see almost everything from here.

I listen for any creaking of the floors, but it never comes.

Only short deep coughs and a clearing of someone’s throat an hour ago.

Nothing since. It’s been complete silence.

I scrape the floor with the bottom of the chair as I push myself back. Standing up, I take off my jacket and hang it over the back, and when I still hear nothing, I walk toward the room, my heart beating fast. Thump. Thump. It’s so loud, I’m worried it’ll keep me from hearing anything else.

I don’t ever have this problem with any other type of prey.

There’s no fear or worry running through me, though, only excitement.

I’m submerged in every feeling possible at this moment, but it has nothing to do with the chance of being caught by a cop.

It’s because of Liam. He brings out so much of me I never knew existed.

Feelings I didn’t think I’d ever share with other humans.

As soon as I’m in the room, I hurry to Daniel’s side and lift the glass.

I tilt it from side to side but there’s no swishing liquid.

Much like the guy in Liam’s book, the son of a bitch gets thirsty while sleeping, and he drank every single drop.

I rub my fingers over the pulse of his neck and it’s slow, his breathing is too.

He doesn’t move when I lift his hand, and it falls heavily beside him when I drop it.

Perfect. He’s out like a light. Not for long, though, so I better get to it.

Heart thrumming and cock twitching, I tread lightly over to Liam.

I sweep his hair over his forehead again and run a hand down the center of his back, my fingers pausing above his crack.

This is what he wants. He showed me. It’s all highlighted in yellow.

I want it too. I really, really want it.

So much that my fingers twitch and my breathing stops the lower I go.

Hating the material between us, I remove one glove and place my fingers back between his cheeks, rubbing the inner walls and tracing over his hole.

He wiggles beneath me, but his eyes don’t open.

His nose wiggles and legs spread when I push hard.

He’s already wet, so slick and partially open for me.

I don’t need to use the lube I have in my pocket after all.

He got himself ready for this. “Such a good boy,” I whisper, caressing his ear with my lips, and his whole body shivers.

Could it be . . . Is my sweet carino awake?

My breaths hitch and I push the tip of my finger past his entrance, his delicious warmth making it hard for me not to take more too soon.

He’s so tight. I wiggle myself deep and his hips shift.

I swivel in and out of him before adding a second digit.

My thrusts are slow at first, and I dive in deeper when he starts fucking himself on the mattress.

“So perfect and beautiful,” I say, licking his neck, and he purrs, tensing against the mattress when I find his sweet spot. “Ah, there it is.”

I rub over his prostate on repeat, and his soft whimpers turn into partial whines. The sounds turn animalistic as he gets closer to his orgasm, and as he starts to shake, I pull my hand back. He cries out softly in annoyance. Yeah, so awake and loving this. Oh, my sweet little love.

I tug the blanket further down, and my eyes are on Daniel tossing beside him, mumbling something in his sleep.

He goes back to snoring and I go back to having more of his fiancé right next to him.

Crawling between Liam’s legs, I spread his thighs and lift the bottom of my mask to lick at his rim.

He pushes his ass against my face, and I dip my tongue inside his worked-open hole.

His salty taste hits my mouth and I start feasting on him, lapping as far as I can go, using my fingers to reach more of him.

He pounds his fists on the pillow, grinding his hips.

Using my fingers and tongue, I continue to pleasure him until he’s thrashing and screaming so loud, I almost think he wakes Daniel.

Not caring either way, I flip him over, wrapping my mouth over his cock head, catching the remainder of his release.

His fingers fall onto my head, where my hair would be, and he tugs on the top of the mask, looking down with wide eyes. “Put me to sleep too, next time,” he whispers.

Buzzing, and feeling higher from him getting off than I ever have from my orgasm, I lick my lips.

I don’t respond with words, and don’t have to, as I go back to cleaning up the mess he made all over his pretty, soft skin.

Daniel mutters something else under his breath, a bunch of gibberish, and I laugh.

My puff of cold air has Liam shuddering again, and I slide my way up his body to kiss his lips.

“Only if you think I can handle it,” he says, and I realize I do need to say something after all. To reassure him of what he should already know—what so many have taken from him.

“You can handle anything.” I kiss his neck. “Eres fuerte.” I press my lips to his chest, flicking my gaze up to him. “Eres valiente.” I peck at his lips. “Tienes coraje.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes shining in the dark.

“I’ll see you soon, carino.” I seal my lips over his, diving my tongue into his mouth and letting him see how good he tastes before pulling away.

His lips part but he doesn’t say anything, staying exactly where he is as I climb off the bed.

I lift the covers back over him, and on my way out, I notice Daniel’s badge shine on the dresser.

Laughing to myself, I snatch it and exit the room without looking back.

On my way out of the house, I spot a note on the fridge.

“Get book to Rick ASAP before he asks for it again.”

There’s another below it that reads, “Rick needs first draft ASAP.”

Rick sounds like a demanding little shit, doesn’t he?

Is he who’s causing my carino so much stress?

Getting a closer look at the note, I snatch it from under the magnet.

If he gets to be too much of a burden on my boy, this could definitely fall into line with my rules.

Anyone who keeps him from sleeping soundly at night is enough of a problem for me to make disappear.

This goes for anyone. Even if they are a cop and see themselves as untouchable.

I kept an eye on where Daniel went today, and it was strictly work related.

He didn’t go back to the lake house. However, the tracker I slipped under his partner’s car showed that he did.

Why go there without Daniel? What are they hiding, and would it be there now if I were to go check it out?

From what I’ve seen, Daniel takes his job very seriously and is seen as the town hero. I’ve seen flyers with his face on them in restaurants and libraries. Cop of the month. He saves people from bank robbers and helps relocate battered women.

He’s so perfect on paper, which only means one thing when it comes to people like him—he’s hiding something.

And I think whatever it is has to do with his secret hideaway.

His face also nudges at my brain like a distant memory I’ve tried hard to forget over the years.

Where do I know him from, and why did I work him out of my brain so much that I can’t piece it together easily?

Walking back to my car, I stop at his and try one of the doors.

Locked. I keep going, and the driver’s door opens.

Stupid move for a cop. Especially one with secrets.

I push the button to open the trunk and look around me as I walk to the back.

There isn’t much inside. Only rope and a black duffel bag with a spare set of clothes.

I’m about to close the trunk but stop dead in my tracks when my eyes catch something standing out against the black fabric in the corner.

A single strand of red hair. It’s the same color as Liam’s.

Same length too. Could have come off the bag, though, or anything else he brought out here from the house.

I close the trunk, taking a breath as my hand pauses on the back of the car. I’m sure strands of my hair are all over my trunk too, since everything that’s in there was once in my house. But that one hair really stood out to me, something telling me I was meant to see it for whatever reason.

An ugly feeling comes over me as my mind goes back to that singular strand while I’m driving home.

Just as I’m turning onto my street, I swerve my car and go in a different direction, and I speed up the car when I look down at my tracker.

Daniel’s buddy made a late-night stop at the lake house, and I think I’ll join him.