Page 80 of Witchblood
I couldn’t even find the strength to warn him before I shot down his throat. Pumping into him like I hadn’t come in a decade. Power surged between us, a roll of passion, intensity, and metaphysical fire. He gasped for a second, but kept going. He didn’t stop sucking or fucking me with his finger, and I shook with the force of the orgasm. Mind-blowing was a good word for it. Nothing else existed in that moment other than Liam and the pleasure he gave me.
Just when I began to think it was all too much, and I’d become far too sensitive, he eased off. He let my cock go and gently rubbed my hole a few more times, pressing a little at my taint. If I could have come again, I would have. The magic began to ease. I trembled with the weight of it, but Liam seemed to pull it into himself rather than letting it linger between us. The release of it was almost as good as the orgasm had been.
Instead I lay there, realizing at some point I’d opened my eyes to stare at him, watching him as he had taken me into his mouth. He’d lost his underwear at some point because he was stroking himself lightly. Breathing hard, his wetness painted my thighs, mingling with his saliva. He rubbed it in as he laid his head down on my stomach.
I was boneless. So wrecked from an orgasm like I’d never experienced I couldn’t move a muscle. Though I was a little sad I hadn’t gotten to watch him come.
“Next time,” Liam promised. “I promised you could examine my cock in detail. I’ll even feed it to you if you’d like.” He smiled up at me, his face smeared with some of my come, and his hair sticking up in places from where I’d pulled on it. The idea of taking his cock again, whether it be down my throat or in my ass, was enough to send me into another mini-orgasm. I struggled to breathe for a minute. The vision was so vivid. I couldfeelhim between my lips. Almost taste him. Fuck!
“Good to know that works,” Liam said. “It will be a fun game to play later. To get you all hot and bothered for me.”
“You’re putting those images in my head?”
“Just sharing and amplifying what’s already there.” He didn’t sound chastened at all. He rubbed his hand over my stomach, smearing the mess around. “Too bad all we have here is your tiny shower. Can’t fit both of us in there like we can my shower.”
I sighed. “Without you, I’m a mess.” I looked down at us. “Okay, well with you I’m a mess too.”
“I like this kind of mess.” Liam was grinning from ear to ear. His phone rang with the tune It’s Raining Men by Geri Halliwel. It was the first time I realized that the song he’d danced to had ended ages ago, leaving us with random other tunes I hadn’t noticed.
He groaned.
“Let it go to voicemail,” I said. “Quality time with your mate is more important.”
“It’s Dylan’s ring tone.” But he made no move to pick it up. It stopped ringing and then a few seconds later started again. Liam sighed and reached across me to grab it. At least it wasn’t Facetime. That would be an eyeful.
“Yeah?” Liam said by way of greeting. He didn’t sound put out, but he also didn’t sound like he was thrilled about the interruption either.
“Crazy little bit of power rolled through the pack a little bit ago. That wouldn’t have been you by chance?” Dylan asked.
Liam looked me over. It’d been a first time for me, so if he was looking for an explanation I was just as lost.
“Perhaps you and your new mate?” Dylan prodded.
“Do you actually need something?” Liam asked. “If not, I’ll be going back to enjoying some quality time with my new mate. Read a story about ass babies recently. Going to see if I can get him pregnant.”
I sputtered.
Dylan laughed. “A couple of the pack called me with concerns about a power surge through the pack bonds. I’ll send them to Carl. You know how he loves that stuff.Ididn’t feel any of the sex stuff through the pack bond, so I’m not sure what they are talking about. But hey, if you want to send a full recording, feel free.”
Liam growled.
“Sean agrees. Oh, and since I hear Sebastian back there choking on your ass babies comment, tell him thanks for sending help to Sean’s garage. The new guy has been great, keeping the shop open, and even extending the work hours. The garage is in the black. More business each day.”
“I didn’t send help…” I said more to Liam than to Sean.
“Oberon said he was a friend of yours,” Dylan said. “I’ve got to say, you’ve got an odd choice of friends. Vampires eat you, man. They aren’t friends. So I’m keeping an eye on him still. If he so much as looks at Sean the wrong way, I’ll rip his heart out and use it as auto paint.”
“Vampire?” Liam wanted to know, his eyes narrowing on me.
I gave him a shrug because I had no idea who he might be talking about.
“Does this vampire look like aNordic God from romance novels? Flowing hair and goofy clothes?” Liam demanded, repeating my own description of Hugo.
“Uh…” Dylan began.
There was no way Hugo would have followed me here and set up shop in some auto mechanic’s garage. While I wasn’t alarmed, apparently Liam was because he rolled off me ready to rage out into the early morning and kill some vampires.
“It’s not Hugo,” I promised Liam. “Hugo would never dirty his hands with menial labor.”