Page 35 of Look My Way (Bloody Desires #1)

Liam

A warm body presses to mine, hip bone digging between my cheeks.

I scoot myself forward but a large arm yanks me closer until my back hits a hard chest. Warm lips kiss my ear, hair from someone’s chin brushing over my neck.

This isn’t Daniel. Teeth wrap around a pinch of skin on my shoulder, slightly tugging, and I press back.

The body shifts behind me, cock tip leaking over my thigh. “Morning, carino.”

Eyes opening wider, I flit my gaze to the closet mirror in front of me, and there we are together.

Zavier is in bed with me. In my bed, waking up next to me with hair mused, sleep lines on his chiseled face, and slowly blinking his waking eyes.

He’s seriously the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“How are you feeling?”

“I . . . okay, I think. Still tired.” I pinch myself but he doesn’t disappear. Then harder, but he’s still smiling back at me all sexy like.

“You should sleep some more, then.” His hips roll forward lightly, his hand running down the front of my belly.

“It’s hard to when you’re doing that.”

“Doing what?” His tongue snakes out, licking at the corner of my mouth, his base enveloping itself between my cheeks as he rolls forward again.

“You know what you’re doing.”

“Tell me,” he whispers, inhaling deeply when his nose buries itself in the alcove of my neck.

“You’re . . .” My words stop and start again. “Touching me and . . .” A gasp is forced from my mouth when his tip presses hard to my entrance. No barrier between us. This is how we should be. Only us and nothing else.

“And what?”

“You’re here. You woke up next to me and rubbed your cock on my hole.” I squeal as his fingers tease one of my nipples and he grinds against me, not going too far. Something explodes inside me. It’s eager and desperate. It wants so much.

“Yes, I’m here. Look at us, sweetheart.”

Eyes half-lidded I stare into the mirror, watching how our bodies tangle so closely together.

I can’t tell where mine ends and his begins.

His scar is a bright pink as he lifts his face more into view of the mirror, eyes darkening as he stalls behind me, cock still against my hole. It flutters, feeling touch starved.

“This is real?” My voice comes out almost too quiet. “Are you real?”

“Si. Esto es real. Don’t you feel it?” His skin presses tighter to mine, rubbing harder and faster. “Do you feel this?” He kisses my shoulder.

“Yes’” I rasp.

His hand snakes between my legs, fingers rolling over my cock head. “Este?”

“Yeah.” My lungs push out a harsh breath.

“What about this?” His thumb circles around my slit, other fingers rubbing under my base, and I push myself up in the bed.

“I do. More,” I plead, keeping my eyes as open as I can, not wanting to look away from what he’s doing to me for one second. “I want to feel you more.”

Our bodies break apart and I reach behind me, grabbing his wrist. “Don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, beautiful. I’m going to give you exactly what you want, pequeno. Just let me get a condom from my pocket.”

“No,” I shout. “I want to feel all of you. Only you. Please.” My voice tightens in my throat. “Please, Daddy.” That name comes out without a second thought. Daddy. Daddy. My Daddy.

Mine.

“Are you sure, carino?”

“Yes. I’m . . . I haven’t been with anyone in a while, and Daniel always made us use protection.”

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time either. And never penetration. Never cared to go that far.”

My chest warms. “You’ve only done that with me?”

“Only you. Only ever you. And you’ll never do it with anyone else ever again either.”

“Only you,” I repeat, feeling surer than ever. I don’t want this with anyone else. I never knew it could be this good, and I refuse to feel anything less—anyone who isn’t him. My Daddy.

But what if he leaves? Everyone but Daniel leaves.

“I know I went against the book yesterday, slightly changing the script. I had to. I didn’t want him to see you like that. Not ever again.”

Or maybe everyone except Daniel left me until Zavier. “We can write the story how it’s meant to go as we see fit,” I say. “This isn’t in there either.”

“No. I guess you’re right, and I like the idea of changing things up. And adding. Always adding.” His body is back to closing in on mine, fingers slipping inside me, making wet sounds.

“Fuck. You’re still wet and worked open from yesterday. Not much prep needed today.”

“Good. You’re already taking too long,” I whine, rolling my hips needily, and he laughs.

“Such a needy, horny boy.”

“Yours,” I call out.

“Mine.”

“This is real,” I say louder.

“This is real.”

“It’s not in my head. Daniel can’t say it is either, when I feel and smell you everywhere. Maybe you should leave more of yourself all over my room so he can smell you too.”

His expression hardens. “Has Daniel told you what you see and hear is all in your head before?”

“Yes.”

He mutters a curse word under his breath, vibrating with anger behind me. Those muscles bulge against my back and my cock jolts. “Of course he has,” he says between clenched teeth. “He’s wrong.”

“He says I’m weak . . . too sick to know better.”

“Wrong, wrong, wrong,” he sing-songs. “You’re strong, healthy, and beautiful. You can handle so much. You want me to show you that you can?”

“Yesss,” I beg, arching my body to mold it better to his. I want him to show me he isn’t ever going anywhere too, but I don’t say it.

“I will. I’ll show you right now, tomorrow, and every day after,” he says as if living inside my head.

“Please, Daddy. Don’t just say it. Do it.”

“Oh, carino.” He kisses my neck, shoving his fingers in and out of my hole again. They twist and curl deeper, hitting my magic spot. I heave, moving with him, in rhythm at first, and then the heightening sensations have me moving off pace.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. I’ve never wanted anything more. I can’t wait to show you everything you need to see. I’ll always be here to do it too. You don’t even have to ask anymore. I’ll just feel it.”

Always. He said always. So many others were supposed to always be here too, and where are they now?

“Daddy, plea—” My words are cut off as he drives himself inside me with one buck of his hips.

He pulls out and pushes back in, circling his movements.

My muscles tense in my back and thighs, fingers hooking onto the back of his leg as if it helps me conduct his movements.

My nails cut into his skin and I keep digging, screaming as he zaps something inside me.

It’s like an electric bolt is being set over and over as he pounds into me.

My body is shocked each time it collides with his, and I swear I can see the current behind my lids. There are flashes of light and I’m hit inside again with another shockwave, my body sparking like a live wire.

More jolts shoot up my spine and my skin grows tight as I feel him everywhere. Our eyes lock in the mirror and my body curls, muscles twisting while I hold myself in place as I come. He’s filling me seconds later, and hot liquid shoots inside me. He’s here. He’s really here.

“Look at us. Look at you and how you shine when I make you feel strong.” His fingers hook around my hand, bringing it in front of me, and my heart thuds at the blood tucked under my nails.

I drag the sheet down and he has claw marks all along his hip.

My eyes widen in horror and I bring my hand to my mouth.

Grabbing it again, he brings it back to press a kiss to the tips of my fingers.

“It’s okay, carino.”

“It’s not. You’re bleeding. I hurt you.”

“It is okay, and I’m okay. It’s going to take more than a few scratches to hurt me. And yes, I want you to see that as a challenge for next time.” He winks.

“I’m sorry,” I say, not feeling any more at ease than before. He kisses my hand again, licking the blood, and then brings my fingers to his hips, collecting more before sucking them between his lips.

“It’s okay. My blood tastes good on you. You can take as much as you want. And look . . .” He lifts his hips, twisting his body to reveal more of the torn skin. “You’ve left evidence on me too.”

“I hurt you,” I say again.

“No, love. You didn’t. I promise. It’s just that you’re so strong, you can’t help but leave your mark behind when you’re at your best. Every important person leaves their mark on the world somehow, and I feel honored to be the only thing you leave yours on.”

I look in the mirror again and I’m smiling. I’m fucking smiling. My lips turn up so high my whole face shifts, and I reach for my glasses, sliding them on. He’s still there. I didn’t think they’d make him disappear, but I wanted to make sure.

I turn around to face him and he kisses my nose. I’m looking his way without a mirror or window between us. His forehead presses to mine and our hips align, cocks knocking together.

I’m strong. I’m Zavier’s. I’m my Daddy’s boy.

His words are in my head even when he doesn’t speak, and when Daniel’s come back I’ll just ask him to say his louder. To repeat them in my ears over and over, programming them inside me forever. Lifting my fingers, I stroke his cheek, and his lips brush over mine. “You hungry?”

My stomach grumbles and he chuckles. “Yeah. Yeah . . . I don’t think I had dinner—” My words stop as I remember last night.

Daniel brought me to bed when I got lightheaded after Zavier left.

I don’t remember falling asleep or when my head even hit the pillow.

Everything was so heavy. My limbs and eyelids didn’t feel like my own. It was like I was drugged.

My stomach twists. Did Zavier drug me again? It was the plan, though we didn’t agree on it. “Did you put something in my drink last night?” I tilt my head. “I don’t remember drinking anything . . . only when I took my meds.”

His brows lift. “What? No. I wouldn’t do anything like that without us talking it over first.”

“But someone did.” I shove at his chest, backing away. “You. It had to be you. You—you’re lying.” Everyone lies to me.