I sat on Liam's sofa with my legs tucked underneath me. A cup of coffee in my hands to warm and energize my aching body. My mind wandered back to the last heated session that Liam and I had. I had wanted to take a shower, but I didn't expect that my mate would join me. Slamming me up against the shower wall, hoisting up my legs and pounding inside me until I was screaming his name. The man was ravenous.
He had taken me in every way that I could imagine. On the kitchen table to the counters. Right down to the floor and sofa. The man left no room sanctified.
It has been raining cats and dogs these past few days but at this moment outside was calm but gloomy. I sat my coffee cup down on the old wooden coffee table and stood up. Liam's shirt falling to just below my butt. I had nothing on underneath because I have spent the last few days holed up in his home.
My soft feet padded towards the small window, I pulled back the curtains to get a better look outside. School had closed for these past few days because of the heavy rain. Everyone was anticipating the heavy flood that we receive yearly and preparing for it. I should be out there but leaving Liam may be ill-advised. His beast seemed more possessive and agitated than before.
Slow whimpers and whine came from the bedroom. It jolted me out of my thoughts. I turned and in a faster pace walked to the bedroom, opening the door I see Liam thrashing on the bed. The thin cream-colored sheet that covered his body now sliding down his body to just above his groin. He shook his head and thrashed his hands. He kicked the rest of the sheet off his body, revealing his naked body.
"No," he said in a fearful voice. "I don't want to. Let me go."
I rushed to him. Crawling onto the bed, I fought to steady him but Liam was twice my size. I straddled his hips and leaning forward, I grabbed onto his cheeks.
"Liam, it's just a dream," I murmured.
"Don't touch me!" he growled.
"Liam, it is just a dream. I am right here. You are alright," I whispered.
His eyelids fluttered. Sweat broke out all over his body. Whatever dream he was having, it was a nightmare. The instant pull to protect him overrides how he felt underneath me. I raised my voice and made it firmer.
"Liam, baby, it's me. You are safe. It is just a dream. Wake up," I demanded.
His eyelids flew open and gold irises stared back at me. His body stopped fighting but his breathing was irregular.
"It's me. You are safe," I whispered.
"Kitten?" his voice came out husky and deep.
"Yes, yours," I replied while nodding my head.
His large hands tentatively slid up my thighs to my hips and then to my waist. This was his beast. I have noticed when his eyes were glowing gold and a hint of wildness subsides in those eyes than Liam. It seemed to be almost a completely different person. Liam was hiding. I still don't know how to handle this wild side of him. My wolf and I seemed to be thrilled at the same time fearful of what he can do.
Normally, there were two subconscious for werewolves but our wolves rarely reveal ourselves in human form. With Liam, I have noticed his wolf and him were almost two dominant subconscious. They fought for superiority and dominance which shouldn't happen if Liam has full control of his wolf.
I am reminded briefly of Liam's traumatic past. This was a coping mechanism for him. His beast appears when he was suffering. I knew without a doubt that his beast was more dangerous than his human side which shouldn't be the case for werewolves. We have natural born animalistic traits but our human side should always be able to maintain an amount of control with our temperaments. Yet Liam's beast seemed to emerge when he was most vulnerable.
"Beast?" I said pensively.
He nodded once before one of his hand purposely moved up to cradle the back of my neck. He brought me down and slammed his lips against mine. Thrusting his tongue inside, he searched my mouth hungrily. His kiss was harsh and controlling. A low, possessive guttural noise rumbled from deep within his chest. I shivered with renewed passion.
His kisses were a lot more uncontrolled than Liam but equally welcomed because he was a part of Liam. I don't know when it began but I have suddenly accepted this side of him as much as I had accepted Liam.
For better or for worse, he was mine. I will love all his bad and all his good.
The other hand has found their way to my breast and playfully massaged the heavy globe in his hand. Marveling at its weight and enthralled with the hardened peak, he tore his lips away from me and arched his head up to capture my nipple through the t-shirt. Even with the cotton t-shirt acting as a barrier between us, I can feel every hot inch of his mouth on me.
I moaned as my core throbbed with need. He smelt the arousing scent of his mate with a flare of his nose. Inhaling shamelessly while sucking on my harden peaks.
"Ah, Liam," I moaned.
"Beast," he growled.
"B-beast," I moaned.
He dropped back onto the bed, his hands falling back onto my waist to stop me from moving away.
"Ride me, Kitten," he commanded. His eyes were fiery pits of dangers and lust. I gnawed at my bottom lip and glanced at the drawer where Liam had been fishing for his condoms. "No amount of barriers will stop me from impregnating you."
My eyes flew back to him. There was a look of determination in his eyes. He was right, a condom can be used but it did little in protecting the inevitable. There was still a chance that I can still conceive. Yet the way he said it sounded so crude.
He lifted my hips, situated himself at my entrance and impaled me a second later. I released a breathless hiss as another sensational wave rippled through me. I have never felt him this way. The intimate contact of skin on skin. It took my breath away.
"Move," he hissed through clenched teeth.
Obviously, he was a person of little words. Speaking like a caveman. Gradually, I placed my hands on his chest and tentatively moved up and down his length. His fingers dug into my hips.
It didn't take long because soon I was increasing my rocking motion. My breathing came in fast pants. My breasts were bouncing shamelessly in front of his greedy golden eyes.
"So beautiful. Mate. Mine," he purred in a throaty groan.
My insides were twisting and I knew I was getting closer. My body tensing for the incoming onslaught of orgasm waves. I released a wail of desperation and collapsed on top of him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hid my face in the crook of his neck. Silently, I gave him control. To push us to the finish line.
With his firm grip on my hips, he thrust his hips in an upward motion. He pounded over and over until I screamed into his shoulder. Shuddering as my release hit me repeatedly. He pounded once, twice, and the third time came inside of me with a possessive roar.
Exhausted and not expecting to be in this position, I shyly removed myself from his body but he held me closer to him. His arms moving to wrap around my body, refusing to let me move off his body.
I lifted my head to look up at him and found russet-colored eyes staring down at me. Liam.
"You..." my voice dropped.
"I'm okay," Liam whispered huskily. His voice threaded with satiated hunger. He leaned down to kiss my forehead. My body was still firmly on top of his.
"What did you dream about?" I asked hesitantly.
His fingers dug into my flesh. Silence passed between us for a few minutes and I was just starting to think he had fallen or asleep or refuse to tell me what he had been dreaming about but was surprised to feel the air fill his lungs and words coming out of his mouth.
"It is always the same dream. I'm back in the lab. They have me strapped down to a hospital bed. People wearing white lab coats. Incubated drugs sitting on the counter," he rasped and his arms tightened around me to make sure I was real.
I lightly caressed my fingers up and down his arms to calm him down. Inwardly hoping that the mate tingles and bond will keep him here with me and not in the past.
"Do you have these nightmares often?" I asked.
"All the time but for the past few days, they haven't entered my mind."
I like to think it was because of my presence but it could also be that he was just so exhausted from the new mate bond between us that his nightmares had left him alone.
"When I was little I used to imagine him as a monster and in my dreams, it seemed that my fear has caused him to become an even bigger monster. He is a dark aura that enters my mind. Plants a fear inside me. I can't get out. He controls me—"his voice tapered off.
Liam was afraid. Every time he goes back into those nightmares he wasn't a fully grown werewolf. He was the scared little boy that he was back then.
"He can't control you anymore. You are free. My dad and Alpha Hunter killed him," I reminded him gently.
"I know he is dead. It is the only thing that keeps me from cowering in fear but in my dreams, he is very much alive," Liam replied.
I replaced my fingers with my palm. Slowly, I caressed his arms and his chest. I murmured soft words and anything that I can think of to keep his mind off of his dreams.
"I'm broken, Sage. There is a darkness inside of me that I can feel brewing. It rages and clashes like waves. It burns and itches. It threatens destruction and casualty. I don't know how to control this," he whispered.
This dark side of him---was it his beast? I must have spoken my question out loud because he answered me.
"You only saw a glimpse of what he was capable of."
I adjusted my body so that I can prop my head on the back of my hand. I looked up at him while he looked down at me. Gently, he lifted a hand and smoothed my hair back behind my ear.
"Do you remember anything?" I asked him curiously.
"While I left the pack, I traveled alone for a long time. I met a lot of people along the way. Both good and bad. There was one night, I had the need to drown myself in human alcohol. I drunk in large consumption late into the hours. That night there was a special guest singer. She was pretty and a lot of men attended just for her. The bar was filled until late into the hours."
He dropped his hand back to his side and diverted his eyes to the ceiling. There was a sense of turmoil that stuck in his eyes and filled his expression with agony.
"The singer stepped out of the bar for some fresh air but I had heard some conversation from some customers taking bets. The things they wanted to do to her. It was disrespectful and vulgar. Humans can be disgustingly vicious when they want to be. Uncaring that she was unarmed that she was unable to protect herself from six to eight men. They stepped out of the bar after her discreetly. I finished off my drink and followed shortly after them."
My chest tightened. I knew what was going to happen next. My hands curled into fists. Even before Liam could finish, I wanted to rip each and every one of their throats.
"I killed every last one of them. Shredded them into pieces. Limb from limb. I didn't realize what I had done. Beast has taken over and killed all six to eight of the men. When I awoke, I was lying in their blood. The woman lying unconscious in the alleyway because she must have seen me kill like the animal that I was," Liam said hoarsely and I saw his adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"You protected her," I reasoned.
"I killed them," he snarled harshly. His eyes holding contempt, not for me but himself. He felt guilty.
"It wasn't your fault," I said. "Those men were sick. If it was me, I would have done the same."
"No, you wouldn't have."
"I would!" I argued.
He sighed and placed a hand over his face. I moved to straddle him before removing his hands to look at him. The tortured look in his eyes—he felt guilty for killing a bunch of rapists.
"You are not a bad person, Liam Black. If you tell me otherwise I'll be upset with you."
One corner of his lips quirked slightly. I leaned down and traced his worried brows with my fingers.
"You do not have a single bad bone in your body," I murmured and my thoughts flickered back to Beast. "Beast is a part of you. I know for a fact that I won't take shit from you. Therefore, I am not afraid of Beast. I won't take his shit too."
Liam chuckled at my absurd declaration before slipping me underneath his body at an inhumanly fast speed. He cradled one side of my cheek.
"I am afraid you are the only one that has us both wrapped around your finger, Kitten."
He leaned down and took my lips gently into his.
so...less smut or more smut?