"That wasn't the—" She breaks off because my mouth is on her ribs. The hollow place I made. I press my forehead to her sternum and breathe.
"Did you fuck him?"
Her hand stops where it was sliding into my hair. "What?"
"Robert. Did you let him near you?"
"You're insane."
"Tell me."
Silence. I lift my head. Her eyes are open now. Fixed on me. Furious in a new way—not at what I've done but at what I'm asking her to be.
"You don't deserve that question." Her voice is very quiet. "And I'm not going to dignify it."
It isn't a yes. It isn't a no. It's another,fuck you.
I drag her down the nest by her hips, spreading her thighs wide with my shoulders until she’s completely open for me, slick glistening on her swollen folds and dripping down the cleft of her ass. The scent of her—raw, sweet, furious—hits harder than any liquor. I don’t tease. I bury my face between her legs and devour her like a man starving.
My tongue spreads her wide in one long, filthy lick from her entrance to her clit, then I seal my mouth over that swollen nub and suck. Hard. She arches so violently her spine lifts clean off the floor, a shattered moan ripping out of her throat. I slide two thick fingers into her without warning, curling them hard against that spot that makes her thighs shake. Her walls clench immediately, hot and drenched. I pump them slow and deep while my tongue works merciless circles, building her fast and cruel.
She’s swearing again, broken and needy: “Liam—fuck—don’t—don’t you dare stop—”
I stop anyway.
I pull my mouth off her clit and ease my fingers out just as she starts to flutter. She growls, a low, frustrated sound that goes straight to my cock. I do it again. And again. Using only my tongue and fingers, I bring her to the edge three times, backing off each time she gets close, until her thighs are trembling uncontrollably and her slick is soaking the sheets under her ass.
I flip her onto her stomach with one hand, pulling her hips up so she’s on her knees, chest pressed to the nest. Before she can fight me, I spread her cheeks and press my mouth to the left one—slow, open, claiming. I kiss the curve of it, then drag my lips across to the right cheek and do the same, open-mouthed, deliberate. I nip just hard enough to leave the faintest mark.
“Every fucking inch,” I growl against her skin. “The parts that hate me. The parts that ran. The parts that try to pretend they don’t need this. All mine now.”
She whimpers into the blankets. I keep kissing, sucking, biting softly at the full swell of each cheek while my fingers slide back inside her from behind—two, then three—working her open again. I curl them, rubbing that spot relentlessly while my thumb circles her clit from underneath. She’s pushing back against me now, hips rolling, chasing it. I let her get right to the edge, her voice cracking on my name, then pull my fingers free once more.
She’s shaking. Furious. Soaked.
I flip her back onto her back and notch the head of my cock against her dripping entrance. Her eyes are glassy, hate and need warring in them.
“Don’t,” she whispers, even as her hips lift.
I push in.
She’s so tight after days without me that the first few inches feel like breaking through something sacred. I sink deeper, slow, watching every flicker on her face, every flutter of her lashes. Her nails score my forearms. When I bottom out, I grind, rolling myhips so my knot presses against her entrance without pushing in yet.
“Whose?” I demand.
She shakes her head. I pull almost all the way out and slide back in, deliberate and punishing.
“Whose is this, Star?”
“Yours,” she finally gasps, and the word sounds like it costs her everything. “Fuck you, it’s yours.”
I fold her in half, lifting her knees over my forearms, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. I fuck her like I’ve been dying to—deep, hard, relentless strokes that drag a broken sound out of her with every thrust. The nest shreds beneath us. Her voice is wrecked, half-sobs, half-moans, my name repeated like a curse and a prayer.
The knot starts to swell properly. She feels it, eyes going wide.
“Liam—your knot—”
“I’m going to breed you,” I snarl, voice guttural. “I’m going to lock inside this tight little body and fill you so full you’ll feel me for days. You’re going to take every drop, omega. I want you marked from the inside out. My come. My scent. My mark. Mychild.”
