Chapter 131
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It’s torture
131: 131.
It’s torture Liam
The smell of sunshine warms my insides.
Right.
That is how everything feels.
Like I’ve finally found what I’ve been waiting for ever since my beast I emerged at sixteen.
Hazel is curled against my side, one arm draped across my stomach, her golden hair spread across my chest like silk.
For a long moment, I didn’t move.
I just lie there and let myself enjoy it.
Tracing the curve of her bare shoulder and memorizing the feeling of her butter-soft skin.
This rarely happens.
I’m all the nights we spent together.
She has slept in my room three times.
Hazel is independent to a fault.
Even when she sleeps, she’s usually halfway across the bed by morning, claiming her own space.
Trying to keep a wall between us.
Not today.
Today she’s tucked against me, burying her face into my chest like she wants to be nowhere in the world beside me.
My wolf practically purrs.
If you opened your mouth and wooed her.
Told her she was ours, this would be an everyday occurrence.
I suppress a smile to be content to be riled up by him.
Yeah, I think back.
I know.
Mine he grunts, making the message clear
He wants her, and he wants her now.
The possessiveness rolling through him floods my muscles and hardens my cock.
My canines ache to mark her, claim her, bond her to me forever.
Normally I’d tell him to calm down, but right now I can’t bring myself to do it.
There is no division between my human half and wolf.
We want Hazel, and we can’t wait any longer.
I study her sleeping face.
The little crease between her brows.The soft curve of her plump pink lips.The faint freckles dusting her nose.
It’s like finally putting a face to an image from a dream.
My wolf nudges me again.
Tell her.
Make her ours.
I’ve been avoiding this conversation for weeks, but no more.
The truth is becoming impossible to ignore, especially when I’m always around her.
It’s torture.
My instincts are tuned to her already, and I can feel the roots of a bond reaching out separately to connect with her.
I know she can feel it too, whether she’s willing to admit it or not.
I brush a strand of hair from her cheek.
Her pert nose wrinkles as she groans softly, adorable in her disgruntleness.
Then her eyes slowly open, and those wild green eyes lock on me.
I watch as the sleep clears from her face and she realizes where she is.
She stiffens, but before she can try and make a run for it, I buck my hips, reminding her that I’m still buried inside her.
She groans.
I chuckle.
“Morning.”
“How the hell can you still be hard?” She complains, though I can tell it’s all for show.
“How can I not be with your hot walls gripping me all night?” I pump again, my cock ready and roaring to go.
“Fuck I think that’s the best sleep I’ve ever had.”
Red blushes her cheeks, and her eyes hood with desire.
“Want to make this morning a little better?”
“A little better?” I slide her knees around me and position us so she’s straddling me.
The sheet slides down her shoulders, and I drink my fill of pert breast and hard pink nipples.
“Are you issuing a challenge?”
“Afraid you can’t meet expectations,” she taunts.
I love her mouth.
Instead of responding, I fuck her, hard, deep, putting every ounce of my desire into my thrusts.
She yields to me, letting me use her body as I wish, and that submission heightens my pleasure.
I never want to leave her body.
I want to meld my DNA with hers, want to exist with and for each other as the fates intended.
Her pussy tightens, milks my cock as she orgasms and shoots my seed deep inside of her, marking her so every male she walks past will smell me on her.
We bask in the quiet moments as we come down from our pleasure.
After a few moments, she lifts off me, my cock slipping from her as she moves to the side.
I immediately miss the feel of her.
Before she can get off my bed, I wrap my hand around her wrist, preventing her from getting too far.
“We need to talk,” I say.
She gives me a weary look.
“Okay.
I’m not going to lie, I don’t love the sound of that.”
“It’s nothing bad,” I reassure her.
She purses her lips but says nothing.
Here goes nothing.
Once the words are out there, she’ll know this isn’t just something to pass the time.
Still, I want to be careful with how I do this.
Hazel is a flight risk, and I can’t give her any reason to run.
“I think you know what I’m going to say.”
Her expression closes off instantly.
“I’m no mind reader.”
“Baby…”
“Don’t do that.”
I can’t help laughing.
“Do what?”
“Call me baby.”
“Why does it bother you?” I ask.
“Because… because it just does.”
There it is.
That tightening of her mouth when she’s trying to hide something.
“You know what I admire most about you?” I finger one of her blonde curls.
“Your intelligence. I’ve never met anyone so in touch with themselves and others. So tell me, sweetheart, why are you ignoring what you feel for me?” She tries to look away, but I cup her chin so she keeps her eyes on mine.
“Why do you ignore what you know I feel for you?”
Her jaw tightens.
“Why are you trying to make a mess of this?”
“Of what?”
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