Liam palmed my breasts, eliciting a moan from me as he squeezed then tweaked my nipples. The bite of pleasure/pain shot directly to my center.
“I know what you’re up to,” Liam breathed.
“Oh?”
“Yes.” He scraped a fang along the column of my throat. “And it’s not going to work.”
I started to say that it seemed to be working plenty fine when he struck, burying his fangs in my skin as two of his fingers plunged into my center.
Climax crashed over me without warning. A scream ripped free as my inner muscles clenched around him.
Liam withdrew his fangs, not closing the wound he’d made and letting it bleed as he drew the tip of his nose along the same line he’d traced earlier. “But I’ll be happy to humor you until you come to the same realization.”
A gurgle of protest left me. The word “wait” was on my tongue when he struck for a second time. This time on the opposite side of my neck.
Climax detonated within me.
Liam shoved into me at the same time, the blunt point of his cock stretching me. I keened, having enough of myself left to wonder when he’d had time to unfasten his pants.
“Liam!”
Blood leaked from the wounds he’d opened, the bright scarlet provocative before the water muddled its vibrancy.
Liam withdrew until just of the tip of him was inside me before thrusting hard. “What was that,mo chuisle? I didn’t quite hear.”
A high-pitched noise left me as the slap of our bodies filled the shower stall.
Oh God. He felt so good.
One of Liam’s hands dipped to the front of my sex, tweaking the sensitive bundle of nerves there as he plunged in and out of me.
“Ready to talk yet?” Liam crooned.
I snarled. My climax was right there. A glistening promise that threatened to undo me.
Liam’s touch lightened, his strokes slowing.
“No,” I moaned, struggling to get closer. To force him to give me the friction I was craving.
Liam pinned me harder against the wall, using his lower body and arms to thwart my attempt. I was at his complete mercy.
His little sex doll.
“Liam!” I cried, feeling my climax recede.
A husky chuckle sounded in my ear. I squeaked as he thrust into me hard, the force almost enough.
Almost.
He stilled.
I screamed. A long, enraged sound that grew into the pissed off yowl of a feline by the end.
“You know what I want,” he whispered.
I dug my claws into his back, drawing blood.
He groaned, the sound one of pleasure. “The reason,mo chuisle. Then I’ll give you everything you want.”
