Page 61 of Witchblood
“Don’t bite back your cries,” Liam told me. “Give them to me. I worked hard to hear them. Give me your pleasure.” He sealed his lips to mine, swallowing my whimpers as the pleasure rolled through me in waves. Multiple orgasms. Liam’s hand was still wrapped around us, and his thumb pressed into my taint, giving me something to grind against.
I let out a long sigh as the fiery need finally eased, though my hips and thighs still twitched from the force of my release. It was everything all at once, and too much, but so necessary.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my whole body trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Liam growled and seconds later he was painting me with his own hot come. I collapsed on top of Liam, who accepted my weight and the mess of come between us as he wrapped his arms around me.
“I could wake up like that every day,” Liam said.
“We’re gonna get stuck together again.” But I was too satisfied to move. Liam’s warm body made the greatest pillow. “I was going to wake you up with a blow job, but didn’t want you to think that I was forcing you into anything.” And queue the awkward brain train of thought. As our spend cooled between us, I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment. “Sorry,” I told him, trying to pull free from his embrace.
“For what?” Liam asked, sounding genuinely confused. He didn’t try to keep me against him, but he did reach up and brush my hair out of my face. “Feel free to wake me up for anything. A blow job, a cuddle, a noise that scares you, to let the cat out, whatever.”
“I should clean up,” I looked away. Holy fuck what had I been thinking? What was it about Liam that set my motor running at two-thousand percent?
“Why are you embarrassed?”
“I’m not,” I denied.
“It’s just us here, Sebastian. No pack to muddle things. I canfeelyour embarrassment and…fear. Do I scare you?” He frowned.
I picked up the hoodie off the floor and mopped at my chest, then pulled up the sweats. Liam made no move to cover himself. “I…” I began but didn’t know what to say. I’d woken with desire unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Only to turn over and use Liam like some sex doll. It wasn’t fair to him at all. I wasn’t sure what was going on with my body, but I suddenly wanted to cry.
“Hey,” Liam said. He was just there, standing in front of me. The hoodie pressed between us as he held me to his chest. “I’m not getting it all, you know. Just emotions. You’re freaking out.”
“I’m not,” I insisted. Which was a total lie. We barely knew each other and now I was tied to him ’til the real death did do us part. What would happen when he realized I really wasn’t what he’d hoped for? Did he understand that mating me had substantially shortened his life?Witchborndidn’t live longer than normal humans. At least none that I’d heard of. It came with a lot of banter about curses. Cursed blood, cursed fate, always bringing mischief, or maybe that was just the kitsune spirit in me.
“Sebastian,” Liam said, lifting my chin so he could look at my face. I could barely see him through the swimming vision left behind by tears I hadn’t realized were falling. He stroked away the tears with his thumb and kissed each of my cheeks. “Tell me what’s going on in your head. Share so I can sort some of this out.”
“I practically raped you,” I muttered. “You were still asleep and I jumped you.” How many times had it happened to me that way? Asleep, groggy, and someone suddenly all over me. I’d learned quickly to play along else there would be anger and resentment aimed my way.
He snorted. “Not asleep. A little groggy, but more than on board. No rape. Full consent. My come is all over both of us in case you forgot.”
But this wasn’t like me. How long had I worked to hide my emotions? To not let myself be seen as needy? Emotions made me vulnerable. The feeling in my gut every time I looked at Liam, terrified me. Sure there was lust. He was an attractive man. But this was deeper. How much I needed him…that was not normal for me. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve never been like this before.”
“Like what?”
“Sexually needy,” I said in a tiny whisper, feeling horrified. Needy in general. Because, by God, I needed Liam like I needed air to breathe. If he abandoned me now I wouldn’t survive. Who would have thought, after a lifetime of being battered and told I was worthless, that the one man who told me I wasn’t, could turn my world around. Not just words, I reminded myself. He’d spent a year building a stable pack for me to come home to. He’d waited patiently while I ran across the country, afraid of never finding a home. Now we were mated. His soul draped over mine in some metaphysical magic that I couldn’t begin to fathom. Two lives intertwined and inseparable.
“Why is that a bad thing?”
“’Cause we barely know each other?” I asked, unsure. I’d only had one other real lover in my life, and he’d frowned at any dominance coming from me. The entire pack I’d grown up in, hadn’t liked me doing anything different from them. I’d clung to Felix for validation he would never have given me. No one ever had. I’d never been the sort of guy to jump from bed to bed. Too many trust issues. Now there was Liam. Carved into my soul with a fine point blade. His presence sharp, but it didn’t hurt. Instead it soothed.
Odd how I’d spent my life trying to know and please Felix, only to fail and fall into Liam’s lap. A man I felt I barely knew, but connected to like I never had anyone in my life. We had small things in common. Would it be enough?
“We know plenty about each other, and we have time to figure out the rest.” Liam took the hoodie from me, wiped us both clean, and pulled his sweats back up. He stripped off his shirt and pulled me back down onto the bed. He snuggled into the wall, the pillows and blankets mounded up around him and cradled me in his lap. The skin to skin contact was nice, warm and cozy. When normally I would have been in a full on panic attack, instead the feeling of safety and home settled over me.
“I don’t know anything about you.”
“Not true. You know where I was born. You know I have a daughter I adore, you know I like to bake, and you know that my compassion gets me in trouble as an alpha.” Liam ran his fingers through my hair, carefully untangling knots he found.
“That’s not much to know when we’re stuck together forever.”
“You worry about odd things,” Liam said.
“Why is it odd? Mating is a big deal.” I’d heard the pack members talk of it with silent fear my entire life. People married, but never mated. It was the kiss of death, as everyone said they knew a mated couple who now were both dead. And wolves never mated humans. Even if the secrecy wasn’t an issue, humans lived short lives. Wolves could live a very, very long time.
“I’m not worried at all about our mating. We are meant to be together.”