Chapter 111

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I don’t trust you

111: 111.

I don’t trust you Hazel

He angles his head to the side and inhales.

“I don’t believe you. In fact, I think you like this. You like being cornered by me, like my hand around your throat, and if I slipped my hand between your legs, I know I’d find you soaked for me. Isn’t that right, sunshine?”

He’s right.

I shouldn’t want it as much as I do, shouldn’t like the thought of being thrown down on the dirt floor and fucked hard, fast, and dirty.

But I do.

I crave it with an intensity powerful enough to make me second-guess myself for the first time in my life.

“I’d like it better if you got out of my personal space.” It’s meant to sound hard, but even to my ears it sounds breathy.

“Why?

Don’t trust yourself?”

“I don’t trust you,” I murmur.

“Liar. If you wanted to, you could have taken my hand off you as soon as I put it there. But you didn’t. Now tell me, Hazel, why is that?”

He palms my hip, giving it a possessive squeeze before dragging his finger towards the clasp of my jeans.

My hips tilt forward without my permission, and I groan as I feel his hot flesh on mine.

It’s as if his skin pulls at something deeper than my self-preservation or my annoying dry spell; it plucks against something I can’t explain, something I need.

All my attention zeroes in on his fingers.

His long, rough fingers.

Touch me.

Touch me.

Touch me.

The skanky little voice inside my head chanted.

“Answer me, sunshine,” he murmurs.

“Huh?”

“Tell me why you’re fighting this,” he commands.

Why am I?

It’s not like I’m unaware of shifter culture.

And I’ve never been uptight about sex.

One-night stands were my speciality given my family.

This could just be casual.

Two people who happen to be attracted to each other and want the same thing.

Fuck it.

I look at him, holding his scorching stare.

“I’d rather talk about why you’re still standing. Kind of hard to eat pussy from way up there.”

Heat burns in his eyes, and with a growl, he turns me around, and I have to put my hands up to catch myself before I slam into the wall.

“Normally, I give you something to do with that smart mouth, but you’re going to need it if I want to hear you scream.”

“I’m getting bored,” I taunt.

“If all you’re going to do is talk, then maybe I can find someone —”

A shiver runs down my spine as Liam yanks down my jeans, grips my hips, and pulls them out towards him.

The position leaves me bent over, ass presented with only my blue lace panties between us.

“Keep your hands on the wall,” he growls.

My core clenches in anticipation, and he hums.

The tip of his fingers traces my seam.

“Well, would you look at that, you’re already weeping for me.”

I bite on my lip against how good it feels to have him pet me.

And when his hot tongue licks me over the lace, I moan.

He does it again and again, the material scratching against my sensitive, swollen pussy in a way that was not nearly enough.

I arch into his mouth, thoughts of denying what I wanted long gone.

An arm locks around my waist, holding me still, and I let out a frustrated sound.

“Stop fucking with me,” I whine

He laughs.

Laughs, the assholes.

“Fucking with you is exactly what I’m going to do.”

A sharp pinch precedes the sound of tearing.

My underwear is ripped free from my body, and before I can protest, that devious mouth is on me.

He laps as my core, sucking and licking me with a hunger that makes me dizzy.

He growls in pleasure as he licks a long strip from her clit to her asshole.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groans, palming her ass.

“Ready for me to fuck you with my tongue, sunshine?”

“God, yes.”

“Beg for it,” he says, anchoring me in place with his hands on my thighs.

“Are you kidding me?” I say, affronted.

“I’m not a joking type of male, and I don’t like asking twice. But seeing as how we’re still getting to know each other, I’ll give you one more chance. Beg, or I stop, right here, right now.”

I turn to look at him over my shoulder, and to my complete shock, he looks serious.

Still, I say “You wouldn’t.”

He starts to stand, and panic shoots through me.

“Okay. Okay. Stop. Just…,” I swallow hard, wrestling with my pride and this insatiable desire inside me.

The need won.

“Please.”

“Full sentences, sunshine.

What do you want?”

“I …” he ran a finger through my seam.

“I want you to fuck me with your tongue. Please.”

A rumble releases, and he dives on me.

“Shit,” I hiss, as he groans like this is the best thing he’s tasted in his life.

Why is that so hot?

My toes curl in my shoes as he licks and nips and sucks, and when his soft tongue goes deeper than I would think possible, my thighs shake

Instinctively, I rock again this mouth lost in the sensation of him breaching me with the cleaver, flexible limb.

I feel it in every part of my body as I tense up.

“Liam… I’m gonna come,” I moan.

He responds by holding me tighter, and I scream, stars winking behind my eyes as I drown him in my cream.

“Mmm,” he hums as he licks every drop from my pussy and my thighs.

My breathing hitches as he stands, and if it wasn’t for his hand, I’m sure my knees would have buckled.

He pulls me up, and my back hits his wide chest.

With quick, deft movements, he pulls my jeans in place and buttons them.

I blink in confusion.

“What are you—”

He nips my ear.

“We’ve got company, and I’d rather not have to maul my beta for seeing you naked.”

I flush and move away from him, doing my best to keep my composure, but when I turn and spot how his lips and chin glisten with my arousal, it crumbles.

“Jesus, wipe your mouth,” I whisper, unsure of how close our company is.

He smirks and licks his lips instead.

I hear the crunching of pebbles outside the opening and turn to the door.

Barric steps inside his nostrils flaring, but he makes no comment about what he can obviously smell.

“Ronan is looking for you,” he says to Liam.

“Alright. We were just finishing up here.” Liam looks at me calmly as you please.

“Felix should be able to help you find everything you need to get a forge started.”

“Forge?” Barric questions as they take the lead and walk back to the higher floors of the mountain.

“I’ll explain later,” Liam says.

I trail behind them, my mind finally clearing from the relapse I had back there.

I have a purpose, I mentally chant.

And it doesn’t include getting fucking by my best friend’s brother.

Too bad I left the will to say no back in that room.

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