Page 98 of Witchbane
“Please,” I begged him. If this was a dream, I would die happy in Liam’s arms.
He flipped me over, yanking one of the pillows to rest under my stomach. “How does your tummy feel? Upset?”
“I’m good.”
“Yeah?” He paused, seeming to be thinking hard about examining my feels, but I was good. I needed him, but was good.
“Do me, Ulrich.”
He groaned. “When you say my last name like that… like it’s a command. Reminds me of my time in the military.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I wondered if I had to stop.
“No,” he breathed. He shoved my legs apart, and with the pillow he had my ass in the air. He began to massage my ass cheeks, gripping and squeezing them. I didn’t need the foreplay but really enjoyed having his hands on me. “That’s the point,” he agreed. He leaned forward and kissed one cheek, then the other, before delivering a stinging bite.
“Ow.”
He licked the bite. I knew he hadn’t even broken skin. “You said you didn’t need fast.”
“No.” But I had no idea what he was doing. Was he going to bite all over me?
“Maybe? I thought I’d start with my tongue…” He spread my cheeks apart with his hands and even straining to look back all I could see was the top of his head as his face buried between my legs. The next minute my brain began to short-circuit. He teased my rim with his tongue, dancing around the sensitive ring until I squirmed. He pressed firm fingers into my taint, finding that inside nub from the outside and making me squirm more.
“Liam,” I whispered, needing a thousand things but not certain which one was necessary right that minute. Him, all of him. His tongue circled my hole teasing the center with a bit of pressure a few times before I felt his thumb instead of his tongue. He sank his digit in, slow but intense, spreading me with the pad of his thumb rather than the tip. “Tease.”
“You like my fingers,” Liam said, kissing my ass as my hole swallowed his thumb. It was hard and my insides grabbed him, but it wasn’t enough.
“I like your cock better. In me.” And that knot. The memory of it became a bit of a visceral need. Huge, stretching me to the limit, and locking us together. Wow, together, yeah that was what I needed.
“Soon,” Liam promised. His thumb was replaced with two fingers to reach deeper until they found my prostate, and I came hard and without warning. I cried and writhed beneath him; my face partially shoved into the pillows muffling a bit of the sound. I really hoped no one from downstairs came running. And despite feeling like jelly after coming, I was still hard as a rock, hips rocking, begging for him. He carefully stroked inside of me. He could have brought me again with little effort. He kissed the base of my spine and added two more fingers.
That burned a little. I wasn’t quite prepared for the stretch. It was a bit of an ache while my body adjusted. And I knew why he did it. His knot was larger than four fingers. Pleasure could erase some of those discomforts, but not all of them.
I heard the slick run of lube as he slathered his cock and longed for the heat of him inside me, driving me into the bed. “Liam,” I begged. I didn’t often like being on the bottom, anyone on my back, but right at that moment, his heat over me, holding me, rather than shoving me down, it was everything I could ever hope for.
He nipped my hip with his teeth. Not human teeth but fangs. When I glanced his way, he’d let a bit of his wolf to the front. Not enough to change more than small things, like his eyes and his canines, but I could see the need on his face. With his wolf’s spirit out of reach while we’d been separated, I wondered at his control.
“My control is fine,” Liam assured.
The tip of him pressed against me, the only warning before he slid inside without pause, a slow drag all the way to the hilt. I gasped as my body rushed to adjust around him, gripping and tugging while pushing and flailing. It was too much at the same time as absolutely fucking perfect.
He took hold of my hips, pressing my pelvic bone into his and grinding a little in a circle one way, then the other, rolling us together, and driving him deeper than I thought possible. He leaned over my back, kissing my ear and nuzzling my neck, even while I felt the edge of his teeth, and his cock deep inside, hot and hard. I could barely breathe.
“Slow or fast?” Liam whispered; his speech wonky from the length of his teeth.
I had no idea. Either? Both? Anything? All I could feel at that moment was him. Buried deep, rolling his hips in a little dance that had me gasping and nearly blacking out each time he pressed me into the mattress.
“Slow to start then,” Liam said. He held my hips as he slowly dragged his cock out of me. I could feel my body trying to hold him and gasped as the head of him teased over my prostate. He slid all the way out, dipping in a few times, a pop of the head of him. Pressure, in enough to tease, and back out again until I was certain I’d go mad. “Your body is begging for me. You keep trying to hold me in. Your hole is opening and closing, demanding to be fucked.”
Liam was rarely dirty when he spoke. And I couldn’t recall him talking that way to me before, but his words set me ablaze.
“If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to come.”
He chuckled. “You already have. How many do you think I can wring from you tonight?” Back in he went, but only far enough to tease my prostate. It was good but not enough. I tried to press back into him, but he was too strong. He could have held me up forever.
“Liam,” I said. “Please.”
“Slow first,” Liam replied. “I promised.” He slid the rest of the way in, doing that press with his hips into mine and circling before sliding back out. All the fucking way, leaving me feeling empty for a few seconds before he was back again.