Ilay back on the bed as I waited for Liam to get out of the bathroom. I’d been on the verge of falling asleep in the living room, but after getting ready for bed, I was wide awake. The tequila was making me feel warm and relaxed.
I rolled on my stomach and propped myself up on my elbows as the alpha emerged from the bathroom. Liam wore black boxers and nothing else. I greedily took in his broad chest and muscular arms, and the large bulge straining the material of his underwear.
“Like what you see?” he teased.
I grinned. “Come here and I’ll show you how much.”
A purr burst in Liam’s chest as he crawled onto the bed, settling his body over mine. “I thought you were tired, pretty girl.”
“Second wind.” I trailed my fingers down his chest. He groaned and closed his eyes as I cupped his cock.
“You’re so perfect.” He pressed his face into the crook of my neck and sucked on the skin there.
“I’m really not,” I gasped as he moved to take one of my nipples in his mouth.
He growled, lifting his head to meet my gaze. “If I say you’re perfect, it means you’re fucking perfect.”
I bit my lip to hide my smile. “Okay, alpha.”
He gave a satisfied nod and returned to my breasts, biting down gently on my other nipple. A shiver ran through me and my hips arched against him. Liam quickly pulled off his boxers as I slipped off my underwear and tank top, smiling when he returned to his place on top of me.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, reveling in the feel of his skin against mine as I held him. “You’re the one who’s perfect.” I ran my hand through his hair and breathed in his sugary scent.
Liam shook his head. “I’m the furthest from perfect, but I canmaybebelieve we’re perfect for each other.”
Longing for all the things I could never have seared through my chest. Instead of saying anything, I pulled him down for a kiss with one hand and used my other to guide his cock to my entrance. He pushed his cock inside me slowly, torturing me with small, gentle thrusts.
“Liam,” I moaned. “More.”
“Mmm.” He entwined his fingers with mine, pressing both hands to the bed as he gave another torturously slow thrust. “You’ll take what I give you.”
“No,” I whined, even as heat flared in my stomach at his words.
He grinned as our lips locked again, my tongue dipping into his mouth and tasting his sweetness as he built my orgasm slowly and tenderly. He commanded my body with his gentleness, wringing whimpers of pleasure from me with each deliberate thrust.
“You feel like heaven,” he moaned. He tilted my hips so his every movement hit the omega pleasure spot deep inside me.
The only sound in the room was my sharp inhale and our bodies moving against each other as my orgasm finally crashed over me in gentle waves, starting low in my core and working its way through my entire body until I was shaking underneath him. Liam’s eyes locked with mine, an expression of complete reverence on his face as he pushed his knot inside me. I threw my head back, my mouth open in a silent gasp at the intense stretch and fullness as Liam came inside me.
“Don’t ever fucking doubt your perfection, not after that,” he said, his breathing ragged. “You unravel me.”
I ran my hands down his smooth, broad back, memorizing how it felt to be held and cherished… memorizing the feel of him. After a few moments, he rolled us over so I settled on his chest, his knot keeping us together.
I snuggled into him. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that.” I never had the patience to go slow.
Liam pressed a kiss to the top of my head and purred, the vibration turning me into putty. His knot created a delicious burn inside me, and I loved how connected I felt to him.
My hands traced a leisurely route across his chest. “What do you like to do for fun?” It felt strange to know how he felt inside me, but nothing about his life or hobbies.
“What do you mean?”
I popped my head off his chest. “What doyoumean? How is that a complicated question?”
Liam grimaced. “I just work at the hospital and go to the gym and that’s pretty much it.”
“You don’t have hobbies?” I asked, my brows drawing together.
He shrugged.
