“I’m sure.” I pulled my shirt off, revealing my bare breasts. He groaned, running his hands up my ribcage until he was cupping them.
“You’re perfection,” he breathed.
We stripped each other of our clothes until we lay naked on the bed. He kept me on top of him, his hard cock pressing against my pussy as he gripped my hips, moving me up and down it, soaking it, until I was begging to take him inside me. Only when I was desperate did he press all the way until I took his thick cock and knot all at once. I collapsed onto his chest, my legs spread wide around him as my fingers wove through his hair. My breaths quickened as he rocked into me, his knot expanding with every thrust until I thought I would split around it.
“Just relax for me, kitten,” he said, moving a hand to play with my nipple, twisting it until I cried out.
The stinging of his knot turned to a low burn of pain and pleasure, and an orgasm washed over me. My breath hitched as it went on and on, the waves of pleasure almost too much to take. Liam’s arm banded tight around me as he came with a moan. He held me as I whimpered. Tears trickled down my cheeks, taking me by surprise as I cried from the overwhelming pleasure of it all… The overwhelming feeling of having him here with me, so tightly bound we couldn’t separate even if we wanted to.
The words I had been too scared to say to any of my guys pressed against my tongue, and I felt like I’d die if I didn’t release them. “I love you.”
The moment the words were out, a shock of anxiety seized me. But then Liam’s lips were on mine, taking my words into his body.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long. I love you. You are my heart, my everything.”
I pushed my fear aside, forcing myself to sit with the vulnerability of it all, to sit with the love of it all.
Liam moaned as he came again, his knot expanding even more if possible. I dug my fingers into his chest. Liam was here. He wasn’t going anywhere. He wasn’t going to leave me.
105
LIAM
The room was dark when I woke in the middle of the night. I realized what had woken me—my knot was softening. I tightened my grip on Westin, who was sleeping peacefully on top of me. I’d been locked inside her for hours, but I still wanted more.
I started rocking into her, stimulating my cock so my knot would re-inflate.
Westin whimpered, her eyes fluttering.
“Shh,” I murmured, kissing the top of her head. “You don’t have to wake up, kitten. Just come for me like a good girl.”
Her fingers dug into my arm, but she kept her eyes closed for me, letting me live out my fantasy. Being inside her soothed the all-consuming helplessness that plagued me when it came to her health. Having her warm pussy wrapped around me was a reminder that she was here. She was safe. Her declaration of love, especially knowing the trust it took for her to speak those words aloud to me, soothed the jagged edges of my anxiety.
Her whimpers increased as her pussy clenched around me. I thrust into her harder, my knot inflating again and locking inside her. She came with a soft cry at the same time as myrelease. I had lost count of how many times I’d come, but she was filled with me.
It didn’t take long for her breathing to even out as she fell asleep, and I followed her into her dreams shortly after.
I heldWestin on top of me as the morning light streamed through the windows. She winced as she woke, and I grimaced. My knot was soft and I resisted the urge to fuck her again, instead slipping out of her. I needed to get her food. And get her cleaned up. Cum leaked out of her, creating a wet patch on the bed. Suddenly, I felt feral at the thought that she wasn’t filled with me anymore. I pressed my hand to her ass and used my fingers to push the cum back up inside her.
Westin whimpered and tried to wiggle away from me. I held her firmer and growled, and was filled with satisfaction when she stilled in my hold, her body relaxing once more.
“Good girl,” I said. “I’m going to draw you a bath to soothe that wrecked little pussy.” Even though I felt guilty about how sore she must be, I wanted her back on my knot immediately.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I said firmly as I slipped my fingers from her wet heat.
“Okay,” she mumbled, curling deeper into the thick comforter.
A memory of her doing that very thing during the rare quiet moments of her heat flashed before my eyes, and I was filled with a longing to have that experience with her again—to see her in her nest, completely reliant on us to take care of her.
“I mean it, don’t move,” I reiterated in an almost growl.
I knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She was barely awake. But not being physically connected to her anymore filled me with anxiety.
Westin squirmed under the blankets until she managed to snake her hand out from underneath it. She grasped my hand gently. “I’m not leaving you.”
Instantly, everything inside me eased.
I left and ran her a bath, adding in drops of lavender oil from the massive bath kit Henry had gotten her.
