Chapter 11

  When the hero wants so much more

  Liam's POV

  Liam had been following her for almost an hour now, and he still couldn’t take his eyes off of her ass, butt cheeks jiggling with every step. He was entranced and nothing could make him sway, not even the long blond braid bobbing from side to side as she ran.

  It would look good around his fist, but Liam had a feeling that Mickaela wouldn’t be ready for that.

  Each time they had interacted so far, she looked torn between taking the lead and letting him do as he wanted.

  Someone in her life had broken her confidence and made her believe that it wasn’t right to want to take control. He could see it each time she tipped her head up proudly and then down in what looked like a submissive pose in the next instant. He saw it in every extra second she took when she had to make a decision, and in every hungry glance she cast his way when she thought he wasn’t looking.

  Someone in her life had led her to believe taking what she wanted was wrong, and even if he didn’t know who that person was, Liam already hated them. He hated them with a passion and would gladly tear them to pieces.

  On second thought, it was probably better that he didn’t know who had planted that stupid idea in her mind, and even if he was dying to show Mickaela how sexy and attractive he found her, first he would show her that he didn’t mind her being in control, either.

  He had no idea how yet, but he was sure as Hell that it couldn’t be done by wrapping her braid around his fist, forcing her to her knees, and making her swallow him whole … even if that idea was leaving rent-free in his mind since she had opened her door and devoured him with her eyes.

  So he was just following her, eyes laser-focused on her butt and thirsting for more than just water.

  When they finally arrived at her house again, there was a light sheen of sweat covering most of Mickaela’s skin, making her gleam under the sun.

  Once again Liam was entranced and he couldn’t keep his eyes from her.

  She had done nothing, aside from existing, and it was enough for him to want her with every fiber of his being.

  Weird.

  This had never happened to him.

  Was there something in the water? Because it looked awfully like something was in the air or the water, maybe even the food, that made magical beings feel drawn to Hollowtown to pair up.

  He wasn’t living far away from Hollowtown, and yet, since he had met Mickaela, he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

  He just needed to make Mickaela want him to stay there.

  He needed her to snap and finally take what she wanted.

  But in the meantime, he would gladly take the water bottle she was giving him, because as much as he wanted to drink her in, he also needed to drink for real.

  It should have been awkward, picking a run as a first date, but he had known that was what she needed. Something simple that wouldn’t look like he was choosing too much for her.

  And because they already had run together—even if she had run after him and not with him at the Easter party—it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

  Now he wasn’t sure anymore.

  It wasn’t awkward, but everything was still silent and charged with sexual tension that crackled like electricity in the air.

  They were just missing a spark.

  “Would it be okay if I take a shower here before going home?” Liam asked at the same time as Mickaela said “Do you want to stay for lunch?”

  Mickaela chuckled.

  “I guess those two questions aren’t mutually exclusive,” Mickaela said with a shy smile, “So?”

  “If I can take a shower here, it would be my pleasure to eat with you,” He said in a sultry voice.

  There was something else he’d want to eat for sure.

  “Come with me,” Mickaela told him, oblivious to what he had made of those words. Hell yeah, he wanted to come with her, inside of her, on her beautiful breasts or butt. She had unintentionally, or maybe intentionally, teased him with it for over an hour already, so he deserved to find his release on it. He deserved to cover it with his come.

  But was she really completely oblivious?

  Her hips swayed in front of him while she led him to the bathroom, then bent at the waist and grabbed a towel out from under the sink for him.

  She dropped it on the side of the sink and moved to get out of the bathroom.

  “I’ll leave you to it,” she said in a raspy voice.

  Had she been imagining him under the shower?

  Before he could change his mind, Liam said something he never thought he would say ever. Not that it was weird or anything, he just had never thought he would need to say it one day. But today was the day.

  “Stay, please. I’m not against begging on my knees to have you with me. To have you—period.”

  Chapter 12

  When the heroine needs a shower … badly

  Mickaela's POV

  Mickaela hadn’t expected the words that had come out of Liam’s mouth. Oh course, she had seen the lust in his eyes. It was a perfect reflection of what had most likely shone through hers since his arrival this morning.

  What had surprised her was the fact that it hadn’t pained him even a bit to say he would beg for it to happen.

  Maybe she had sent the wrong signals.

  She bit her lower lip and tried to understand what she had done wrong.

  “You don’t need to plead,” she whispered. It was so low that he wouldn’t have heard her if he hadn’t been a shifter too.

  “Oh yeah I do,” Liam said, tipping her head for her to look him in he eyes, “I do, because if you want me even a little bit you shouldn’t have to wait for me to decide a single thing. I want you to know that I want you and I’m here, and I’ll be there, whenever you decide you want me too, however you decide you want me.”

  She had no idea where all of that was coming from. It was like Liam knew exactly what she needed to hear, it was like he had looked at her and had seen her.

  Why was she avoiding answering her urges?

  She wanted to pounce on him, to grab him and enjoy that shower with him…

  And then doubt crept up. She was stuck where she stood and couldn’t decide if it was really okay to act on her needs.

  Liam was still looking at her, hunger in his eyes, but he wasn’t doing anything. The hand that tipped her chin up was back at his side and he wasn’t trying to show her what he wanted or making lewd comments.

  Then he turned his back to her and started to remove his clothes.

  “You can stay here if you want, this is your home after all,” he said over his shoulder before winking and then removing his shorts.

  He was naked and Mickaela could only watch in awe at how his muscles—and his bubble butt—moved as he walked to the shower.

  What was she doing?

  Why was she ogling him when she could actually be joining him?

  She pulled off her shirt, removing it in one swift motion, then her shoes and leggings followed.

  When she was down to her sports bra and panties, doubt crept in again … until she noticed Liam stroking himself under the jet of hot water.

  Fuck it, who cares?

  She removed her bra and panties as fast as she could—she was surprised she didn’t tear anything—and prowled to him.

  “This is mine,” Mickaela said as she batted his hand away from his cock and replaced it with hers.

  There was a light of surprise in Liam’s eyes and then a smile stretched over his lips.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to take the lead since the party,” he murmured to her.

  Those words mixed with the scent of him so close to her, so enticing, she couldn’t resist, she wanted him, and she was tired of waiting.

  She stood on tiptoe, Liam’s cock still in her hand, and licked his throat from the clavicle to his earlobe.

  “I’ve been dying to do this since you arrived this morning,” Mickaela said while she pumped Liam’s cock. Her voice was low and full of need.

  “I’m all yours,” Liam said, “do as you please.”

  Mickaela bit his earlobe and tugged on it.

  “Anything I want?” she asked, but weirdly it didn’t sound like a question, more like an affirmation.

  “Mmm,” was Liam’s only answer.

  “Hands on the wall, you’re not authorized to touch me until I say so,” Mickaela commanded.

  Amusement shone through Liam’s eyes but he did exactly what she told him to, and warmth spread through her whole body at the pleasure his submission brought her.

  Mickaela dropped to her knees.

  “I’m the one who decides when you come.” The order rang in the bathroom as her lips closed around Liam’s cock.

  Mickaela kept her gaze on Liam’s face, watching enraptured as he unraveled under her experienced mouth, going up and down on his thick length.

  When he closed his eyes from the sheer pleasure she elicited, she removed her lips from him and grabbed the base of his cock with one hand.

  “Eyes on me,” she said with a voice raw with need.

  He opened his eyes again and they were burning with lust and desire. He was gritting his teeth, obviously tortured at not being authorized to use his hands. But he held on and kept them on the wall in front of him without any protest.

  What man would protest while his cock was deep inside someone’s throat anyway?

  Mickaela forced herself to cast the idea out of her mind and to give all of her attention to the man twitching under her hand and lips, and his gorgeous cock.

  It was thick and veiny, and best of all, it seemed to react to every squeeze and lick she made. It made her giddy with appreciation, and helped her to stop thinking she was doing something wrong.

  From what she could read on Liam’s face and in his eyes, she was doing something very right.

  His groans as she took his cock in her mouth, pumping in tandem with her hand, were all she needed.

  He wasn’t far from coming, and she wanted to come with him.

  She dipped her other hand down to her pussy and wasn’t surprised to find herself drenched.

  Oh, how she needed release!

  As she gave him the sloppiest blowjob of her life, she rubbed her clit, the speed of her little circles matching her pumping and twisting hand on him.

  He was too close though.

  She wasn’t ready.

  She stopped bobbing her head and licked his cock slowly while she kept rubbing herself to ecstasy. When the edge of an orgasm hit her, she flicked her tongue to the crown of Liam’s cock—making him groan very loudly—and took him to the back of her throat, gagging on him as her own orgasm made her fall apart, making her moan around his cock.

  This little moan, with his cock deep inside her mouth seemed to be what tipped Liam over the edge. Mickaela felt a twitch on her tongue and then his cum was spilling into her waiting mouth, lining her throat and dripping down her chin.

  Chapter 13

  When the hero wants even more

  Liam's POV

  Mickaela hadn’t stopped looking at him while she was on her knees. Something had snapped in her when he started to stroke himself.

  He had definitely done that on purpose, but he was amazed at how it had turned an almost shy woman who didn’t know if she should—yes, should, not could—take control into a vixen who knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it.

  If he hadn’t been holding his sanity by a thread when she had taken his cock in her mouth like it belonged there and if he hadn’t been holding onto dear life not to spill his seed between her pretty lips in under a minute he would have noticed how much she liked it.

  Who was he kidding? Even barely hanging onto reality he saw that! Couldn’t have missed it when she started to touch herself because sucking him off was making her as wild as he was.

  If it meant she would moan around his cock each time she sucked him, he would keep his hands to himself without any hesitation. He’d probably pierce the skin of his palms with his nails—like he had just done— each time, but it was all worth it. So worth it.

  Mickaela swiped her index to the corner of her mouth, then slowly sucked it, licking away the remaining drops of his cum … and Liam’s cock twitched again before starting to harden again.

  What was good being a bunny shifter? Ever heard of fucking like bunnies? Well, that made him the horniest man alive. He needed absolutely no time before being ready to have sex again. He could be hard in a second right after coming, all day long, for days.

  They had all day to satisfy their needs anyway, didn’t they?

  Mickaela stood again and averted her eyes.

  “What is that?” Liam asked.

  “What is what?” Mickaela answered with her own question. It was faint, but Liam could hear doubt creeping into her words.

  He tucked a strand of hair that had gotten out of her braid. He had no idea when it had happened, he hadn’t noticed it after running and was way too focused on not spilling out when his cock had been in her mouth.

  Instead of removing his hand right after, he let it rest on the side of her throat, his thumb right under her jaw and forcing it to tip up.

  “You being unsure, I don’t know what went through your mind just then, but forget it,” he paused and caressed the skin of her jaw with his thumb, enjoying how soft it was under his finger, “Don’t question anything that just happened, you were perfect.”

  “I’m not perfect.” Mickaela stuck her lower lip out, pouting.

  “You might not be perfect, but you’re perfect for me,” he approached his lips and grazed them against hers, “I said you were perfect, and I’ll say it again if that’s what you need, because it’s the truth. That was so hot, and if I have to let you tie my hands up to make you more comfortable, I’ll do it.”

  The look she gave him in answer to his words was pure surprise.

  Oh, so, that was it. He had been right all along. She needed control and didn’t know how to act because she couldn’t believe it was something a man could want.

  He grazed his lips against hers again and let his front teeth nibble on her lower lip before speaking again.

  “Don’t get me wrong, Skadi, I’m not a submissive man, but it doesn’t make me less of a man if I let you take control.”

  Before he could say anything else her lips were on his, and it was fierce. It was far from the soft grazes he started with, and he could finally taste her mouth.

  He could also taste himself on her lips, which was weirdly erotic.

  He moved his hands to the back of her neck, slightly gripping her hair and tipping her head so that he could plunge his tongue inside her mouth and let it dance with hers.

  Mickaela’s hands had moved to his back right when she started to kiss him, tugging him against her, but now she raised her leg and circled his hips with it, in an obvious way to get him even closer and to grind on his already hard cock.

  Liam released her hair with one of his hands and let it travel along her back. When he reached her butt he squeezed, enjoying the softness of what he had dreamed about for an hour while running, and then he let his hand finish its course on the back of the thigh that was currently trying to hike herself up on him.

  They stopped kissing and Liam thought it was to breath a bit but instead, Mickaela muttered against his lips “Catch me,” and she launched her other leg around his hip.

  She was lucky he had good reflexes because the warning had been short and it was a bit slippery under the shower.

  Liam slammed her against the wall and let her grind against his cock while she kissed his jaw, his throat, his clavicle and went back up to catch his lips.

  “Condoms,” he said, panting, before their lips could crash against each other again.

  That didn’t seem to stop Mickaela at all. She kept rubbing herself against him and had managed to orientate his cock in a way that made his tip rub against her clit, and he was now drenched in her juices.

  “I’m on the pill,” she muttered against the skin of his throat while she kept grinding on him.

  The only thing that rang in Liam’s mind was we’re shifters, our metabolism is designed in a way that makes it hard to catch many diseases, if any.

  Chapter 14

  When the heroine can’t think anymore

  Mickaela's POV

  Liam gripped her hips, raised them a bit and impaled his cock inside of her pussy in one swift move. Mickaela was so ready that it glided easily and then she felt herself stretched and full. It felt amazing.

  She rotated her hips against him while he was deep inside of her, wanting friction, wanting more; and Liam groaned in pleasure, gripping her hips tighter and making her bounce on his cock.

  Oh God, it felt so good.

  But she needed more. More of him. More touch. More sensations. More.

  “You feel so good on my cock,” Liam said in a voice so raw that Mickaela could have mistaken it for a groan.

  The movements Liam was doing made her impale herself on him again and again, and at the same time she felt her clit rub against his pelvis.

  It felt amazing, and she was so close to coming again.

  But as always, when she was with a partner and not just on her own, her orgasm eluded her.

  Under her, Liam was panting, visibly on the verge of coming, but he was still pistoning into her relentlessly, trying to bring her with him to orgasm.

  “Take what you need, Skadi, I’m all yours,” he grunted as she felt him strain and twitch inside of her.

 

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