Raising my other hand, I poke the furrow between his brows. “So serious,” I say in a playful mocking voice. It works in shifting his mood, I can feel it in the bond, his amusement bleeding through.
“You’re such a brat.” He mock glares at me.
“You’re the only one who seems to think so. Sounds more like a you problem,” I reply smugly. The heat that enters his eyes is scorching. He’s so easy to bait. I love our dynamic, never a dull moment.
He kisses me, hard and demanding, his hand twirling in my hair, lightly pulling on it. It makes me gasp, giving him entrance. He dominates me from the smallest movements of his lips and tongue. I can’t help but fight back a little as it makes when I do give him full control that much better.
My hand moves to his crotch and I stroke his hardening cock through his pants. It’s only after a couple strokes that he grabs my hand, holding it away. “That’s not the part of you I want onmy cock,” he says lowly.My scent perfumes instantly, making him chuckle. “Enjoy that?”
Quickly, he turns me to face the island before bending me over as much as I can be. He pulls down my pants and underwear and his hand instantly grabs my wet pussy. “This is the only place my cock gets to touch on you tonight, understand?” he says, two of his fingers slowly teasing my clit.
“Yes, sir,” I respond. He leans forward and kisses the back of my neck, something so small yet more sensual than anything he’s doing with his hand.
His teasing is driving me crazy, I keep pushing back wanting more, but he just spanks me when I do. He always spanks the cheek that has his mark, and it sends an extra jolt of pleasure through me.
“What do you want more—to come or me to fuck you here?” he says close to my ear. His fingers have me right on the edge, my legs shaking before he backs off again, making me whine. His resulting laugh infuriates me.
“I want you to finish what you started,” I grumble. I get three more spanks for that. On the third, the contact and him edging me finally pushes me over.
“We have to work on your control,” he says in mock disappointment. The bond tells me exactly how he feels, just as it tells him how I feel. Right now, it’s singing with both of our pleasure.
His hand comes up to lightly hold my throat, reminding me of when we bonded during my heat. My breath hitches at the action. Before he says anything, he’s slamming into me, stealing the remaining air from my lungs.
“So fucking tight. You take me so well, brat,” he growls out, not letting up his fast pace pounding into me. His grip on my throat tightens but not enough to restrict me much. It’s not long until his knot enters me, triggering another orgasm for us both.
We stay standing for a moment, catching our breath before Liam’s hand falls away from my throat. He slowly lowers us to a sitting position on the floor while his knot goes down. He peppers kisses from my neck and down my upper back, running his fingers lightly over my skin soothing me.
“You okay?” He checks in. I turn my head enough to see his face behind me.
“Never better.” I smile and lean in for a soft kiss. His softness afterwards is one of my favorite parts, though I can’t help but rile him a little even now. “You know I’ve noticed you seem to prefer fucking me from behind. Any particular reason?”
His eyes narrow, knowing full well I’m intentionally being a brat this time. “Well it’s always a nice view,” he says smugly, “and I can see my mark on you best that way.”
“So possessive,” I say playfully, sticking my tongue out at him.
He scoffs. “I don’t think you’ll find anyone in the pack that would disagree with that line of thinking. As someone who never gave much thought to a scent match or soul mate and having one myself, I’ll never take such a connection for granted. I’ll love you in this life and the next.” His eyes are burning with a different fire than earlier. I feel every word of that promise in the bond.
I wish I could say things as sweet as my mates do instead of just blurting things out. I’ll always try though to get my feelings across through words, even with the bonds.
“I’ll hold you to that, otherwise I’ll haunt you just like Connor is haunting me,” I say, making him laugh. The guys go along with me believing that, and it does bring me some comfort. Who knows if he’s really there, but I like to think he is.
32
THEA
It’s been weird adapting to this new normal. Not that anything that’s happened in the last two plus months has been normal. Reading hasitsadvantages but with it being winter, it’s hard not to feel a bit trapped at the house. I’ve gone with Ben or Eli or whoever’s turn it is for errands, and Taz, of course, tags along as usual. That’s helped break up the monotony. Harrison also gave the okay for me to bring Duke on walks unless he says otherwise. I’m slowly getting Duke to warm up to me. His love of my reading chair is doing most of the work but I get the feeling he’s not allowed on Parker’s so I must get points for letting him on mine.
I don’t care because a win is a win. It feels like forever ago when Duke tackled me to the ground on my first day at the lodge. Jake hasn’t said much about the progress of the case against Mark Henderson. Only that Logan is working on tracking down Connor’s car in order to get evidence of tampering. I don’t hold out much hope for that since it’s been over a year. I’m sure that car is scrap metal by now. But I don’t want to voice that and put it out into the air. That’s my sad attempt at trying to be positive.
I noticed Ren, Taz, and Harrison are here today. That’s not common since it’s usually one or two of them at a time. I’m pulling on my boots when Duke approaches me. He’s so cute. I guess me getting ready to go outside is the unofficial signal for a walk now, at least if I’m getting ready alone. He sits patiently as I finish and put my coat on before I grab his leash from the hook near the door. His patience breaks when he sees it; he stands, wagging his tail, making me smile. I pet his soft head and scratch his ears as I put it on him.
I know most of the guys walk him without a leash but I’m not confident enough yet if he’ll listen when I call for him. Gods, I can’t imagine if that happened and I had to tell the guys, especially Micah, I lost their dog. So the leash it is. It doesn’t seem to bother him much, and thankfully he doesn’t pull on it. I think I could handle it if he did a little but if he really tried to run off, I definitely wouldn’t be able to hold it.
I follow the same trail I’ve walked before with him. I don’t know the area well enough to explore and with everything going on, I don’t want to go too far from the house. The snow crunches under my feet as we walk, Duke sniffing trees here and there. It’s so silent, like someone turned the volume down on the world. It’s somehow both comforting and eerie, Duke’s soft huffs every now and then making it the former.
We stop near a tree as Duke marks his territory. I notice this one has a camera posted high up on it. After all my fears of the stalk—no, Mark Henderson—tracking me via technology it’s funny how seeing the camera Taz put up brings me some comfort and sense of safety.
Continuing on our walk, we come upon a spot where it feels like a good point to turn around and start back. I kind of wish I asked one of the guys to come with. It’s the middle of the week and half the pack are at work outside the pack house, but Parker, Keelan, and Eli are home working. I’m sure if I askedany of them to take a break for a quick walk they’d come. I sigh to myself, maybe next time. Plus, if they’re busy and I want company, I could always drag Taz along, since he just loves being here. I can’t help the little laugh that escapes me at that thought. When he accompanied me to the lodge for my shifts, I learned quite a bit about my Aussie tagalong.
