The house looked incredible.
Lorelai couldn’t stop staring at the building. Complete with walls and doors and windows that weren’t shattered.
It had taken weeks of non-stop work, but the place was finally habitable. Liam stood at her side, his arm flung casually around her shoulder. She could smell herself on him and smirked as she recalled what they had been doing before Killian called them to come and check out the final product of their hard work.
“Oh, yes. This will do,” Liam said, winking down at her.
“We have a home,” she replied, her tone tense with excitement. From inside, she could hear the others squabbling over the various bedrooms. She’d happily sleep on the floor as long as it meant they could keep this wonderful house as their own.
“Shall we take a look?” She nodded in agreement to Liam’s question, taking his hand naturally as she followed him into the house.
The smell of paint and burning wood was overwhelming as she stepped through the front door. Though they’d kept decoration to a minimum, the scent was powerful, making her nose wrinkle.
The main room was large, with plenty of room for the entirety of their pack. It would be where they held meetings, hung out together, strengthen their bonds. A large sofa ran along the back wall, with plenty of soft furnishings littered around the room. It was more than she could have hoped for.
Stepping through the room, ignoring Nathan and Lucas roughhousing, she made her way to the kitchen and made a sound of sheer contentment.
Lorelai had always loved to cook for her pack, to provide them with meals and keep them well fed. She felt like it was her job as their unofficial Luna to mother them and with a kitchen this size; she would never struggle again. It was a dream come true.
With surfaces made of natural materials readily available to them in the forests surrounding their home, it couldn’t have been more perfect.
She could cry with happiness.
“You should see our bedroom,” Liam said, murmuring against her ear. He stepped up behind her, pulling her ass tight against his crotch. His thoughts were still on their earlier escapades, too.
“Lead the way,” she said, catching up with his mood. With a playful growl, he spun her around and threw her over his shoulder. She giggled and pinched his butt as he rushed through the house, taking the stairs two at a time. He pushed past the other members of their pack, who hollered after them.
Kicking open a door, he dropped her onto an enormous bed. Sinking into the mattress, she looked up at him as he climbed over her.
“You’re not going to close the door?” She asked, already knowing the answer. He shook his head, unbuttoning her blouse.
“Not a chance. I want the entire house to hear you scream for me.”
He smirked and dipped his head, his lips kissing every inch of skin revealed with each unfastened button. She closed her eyes, enjoying the softness of the bed beneath her and the warmth of his body above her. Her hands reached blindly for his hair, holding him close to her as his tongue flicked over her stiffening nipple.
He pushed her blouse off her shoulders, letting it hang from her arms as he tugged at her skirt. The soft material teased across her smooth legs, making her mouth dry as she delighted in the sensation.
Now naked beneath him, Liam kneeled between her legs and raked his gaze over her body. He licked his lips until she squirmed with the intensity of his eyes.
“Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”
“I do believe you had your fingers buried in my pussy,” she replied, spreading her legs wide for him.
“Say more dirty things,” he demanded, his eyes flashing. “And touch yourself for me.”
Keeping her eyes on his, Lorelai moved her hand between her legs, spreading her lips and running her fingers along her slit until she could play with her clit. The clear hunger on his face excited her further, giving her the confidence not to filter herself.
“You get me so hot, Liam,” she said, dipping her fingers inside herself. “You make me so wet. When you’re not fucking me, I’m thinking about you fucking me.” She lifted her hand to her mouth, her tongue flicking over her fingers to taste herself.
“Keep going,” he said, his voice gruff. He stripped his clothes hastily, throwing them blindly across the room and taking his cock in his hand.
“Mm. Look at that big, thick cock,” she purred, her hand back between her legs. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me, stretching my tight little pussy. Owning me. Making me scream.”
Liam released a growl and moved over her. He snatched her hands up and pinned them above her head, holding her wrists tight. He shifted his hips and pushed into her in one smooth movement, holding himself balls deep inside her.
“Tell me who owns you, Lorelai,” he growled. “Tell me who your pussy belongs to.” She groaned, lifting her hips to encourage him to move. “Tell me!”
“You do!” She said, groaning out her words in one breathless motion. “You own me, Liam.”
As though her words unlocked the beast, he slammed into her, his thrusts hard and frantic. Over the years, Liam had fucked her in a variety of ways. They had made love, had quickies when no one else was around, taken the afternoon to gently explored one another’s bodies.
He always left her satisfied.
But there was nothing she loved more than when he pinned her down and fucked her hard. Wild. Untamed.
He wasn’t gentle with her, nor did she want him to be. His cock powered into her, his teeth bit at her skin, his hold on her left no room to move. And yet, she begged for more.
She wanted him to own her. To show her time and time again that she belonged to him, that no one else could make her feel like this.
The sound of their moans and grunts filled the room, skin slapping against skin. She could hear the others throughout the house, so no doubt they could hear her screams of ecstasy. It only made her hotter. Wetter.
Liam ran his stubble along her neck, sunk his teeth into her shoulder, strengthened his grip on her wrists. His thrusts into her were long and hard, hitting every pleasure spot deep inside her. And when his hand moved between her legs to rub and pull at her clit, the pleasure was so intense she swore she saw stars from it.
“I want you to cover me, Lorelai,” he growled next to her ear. “I want to smell like your pussy for the rest of the day. For everyone to know that I have claimed you.”
She groaned in excitement as he picked up his speed, her eyes widening with the rapid pace of his thrusts.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight, baby, I could live in this pussy.”
He hid his face in the crook of her shoulder, the force of their frantic fucking making the bed rock and squeak. She squirmed under him, desperate to touch him. He only chuckled and shook his head.
Closing her eyes, she zoned in on the feel of his cock, so hard and thick, stretching her perfectly. His fingers were relentless against her clit, unending. The pleasure radiated throughout her body until she began the delicious climb towards her orgasm.
Her toes curled, her legs tensing. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, her nipples teased by the coarse hair on his chest. Her forehead creased, her lips parted on a constant moan until that moment came in one perfect moment of intense and unimaginable pleasure.
She called out his name as she came for him, her body thrashing against his as she rode through the waves of her climax. Still, Liam didn’t relent, swearing under his breath as her pussy gripped him tighter. With one last thrust, he climaxed, growling her name as he filled her with his seed.
His body shook above hers, and when he released her hands, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her, keeping him inside her. They lay like that for a while, basking in a post-sex glow. No one else existed at that moment. It was just the two of them.
“I love you,” he said, lifting his head. “I love you so fucking much.” She smiled, tracing the curve of his lips with her fingertips.
“I love you too, Liam,” she replied.
“We’re going to be happy here, Lor. I can feel it.” She lifted her head to kiss him once. “We’re going to be so happy.”