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I can see the impact my statement has on Liam. Instantly, his eyes darken and his throat convulses as if he’s trying to swallow but his throat has gone dry.
I turn back to the picture. Young Liam is something to behold. He has a huge smile on his face and it lights up his eyes. I wonder if anything can ever put that look back on his face.
Seeing this picture had an immediate effect on me. Maybe it’s the mate bond that’s in full effect. But the moment I saw this picture, I knew I wanted to have Liam’s children. I want to have a whole litter of pups running around with his smile on their faces, maybe a mixture of our eyes and hair color, but I want it like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.
I know in this moment, that I want to be mated to this man. We still have things to work through, I need to know that I can trust him completely, but the thought of not marking him as mine and having another she-wolf take my place as his mate, is incomprehensible.
I put the picture back and realize that Liam has his shirt unbuttoned. His rippling abdominal muscles are right there. I turn and run my fingers over the ridges of his abs up to his chest. “Is there a reason you are partially dressed?”
The feel of his body shivering at my touch is empowering. I love having an effect on this srong man.
His voice is husky when he responds. “I was going to take it off so you could cut my hair.”
I reach my hands up and push his shirt off his shoulders, sliding my hands down his arms, as the shirt drops to the floor. “Good idea.” I say in a whisper. “Where are we going to cut your hair?”
He hooks his thumb behind him. “Bathroom.” He says, but doesn’t move and doesn’t take his eyes off me..
I run my hands back up his strong arms before sliding them up his neck into hist hair. His eyes stay on mine until I begin running my fingers through his hair, then they fall closed as I graze my nails over his scalp.
“I see you like this as much as I do.” I say, enjoying the feel of him relaxing.
“I like you touching me.”
He takes my hands and pulls me with him into the bathroom, sitting down in a chair. “No one has really touched me since my mother died. Not like this anyway. I’ve had lovers, but that’s different and nothing long-term. This feels more…. intimate.”
I pick up the comb, running it through his thick hair before answering. “I can’t imagine what that must have been like for you.” I say before coming to stand in front of him.
“Lonely.” He replies, pulling me between his legs so I’m closer to him. “Did you want to continue listening to the music list I made you while you do this?”
I look down at him. He’s watching me. “Sure.”
He pulls his phone out of his pocket, turning on the playlist before I hear music coming from his bedroom. “I have it set up to go through the speakers in my room.” He says.
I begin to cut his hair. While it’s thick and curly, his hair is very soft. I’m enjoying running my fingers through it as I pull it up to cut it. I’m not sure how short he wants it but I’m keeping it long enough that I can still feel it between my fingers as I run them through his hair.
I chuckle at the song playing. ‘You’re barely waking, and I’m tangled up in you.’
“That sounds like us in the morning.”
His hands start rubbing up and down my hips. “Do you know that I’ve never slept as well as I have the last couple of nights? I can’t remember the last time I slept through the night before that first night with you.”
I’m beginning to realize that this man has not only been alone his whole life, but besides Dustin’s father who really was only teaching him how to take over pack responsibilities, he’s never had anyone to show him love or affection.
When I finish, I set aside the scissors and comb. I lean into him, brushing my fingers through his hair, rubbing my thumbs over his eyebrows, then down to his eyelids, making my way to his lips. I brush my fingers gently over his lips and he kisses them.
I smile as I look at him. “I haven’t been able to sleep without having nightmares. until I came here. You and Cyran keep them at bay.”
“You make me feel whole Angel. I don’t have the emptiness that I’ve felt for so long that I didn’t even remember that it was there. It’s why I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep you from leaving me. I’ve never felt so complete in my life.” I pull his head into my chest, holding him against me and I feel him wrap his arms around me.
After a moment, I pull away. “Come on. Do you want to get in the bathtub and I can wash your hair?”
“Will you join me?”
I look at him. This intimacy, this closeness with Liam, is addictive. Maybe it is only the mate bond, pulling us together, but I want to be the one that makes him. feel like this. I want to be the one that he craves and comes to when he feels broken. I want to be the one that eases his tension and the aches of his life into something neither of us ever thought we would find. we’re two
It feels like rough and jagged pieces of a puzzle that shouldn’t fit anywhere, but when we come together, we fit and become one solid, smooth surface.
“Yes, I’ll join you.”
The smile that lights his face fills my heart. I cup his cheek in my hand. “You should smile more often. It looks good on you.”
He turns his face to kiss my palm. “You give me a reason to smile.”
He stands up and moves to the tub, turning on the faucet. “Where is a broom, I can clean this up.”
He tells me and while he gets towels for us, I clean up the floor and move the chair back to the bedroom.
When I come back in, he has removed his clothes. “Get in, let me wash off all this hair first.”
He does and it’s the reverse of my time in the tub. I hold his head, cupping water in my hand and pouring it over his head and shoulders. I grab his shampoo, which has an appealing musky scent that mingles with his.
I rub the shampoo into his hair, watching as his eyes close and he relaxes into my hand. I take my time, enjoying this softer side of Liam.
When I’m done, I turn the water back on and pull the plug, letting the soapy water rinse out, before putting the plug back in. When I stand he looks at me. Are you getting in?”
I nod and begin stripping off my clothes. I watch his eyes darken as they linger on my body. I step into the tub and sit between his legs, leaning back against him.
“Thank you for cutting my hair.” He whispers in my ear.
“Thank you for opening up to me and being honest about yourself. I want this to work Liam.” I look up at him over my shoulder. “I think we can make this work.” He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly to him. “We can, I promise.”
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My heart is lighter. She’s willing to give this a try, and she thinks it will work. It’s not easy letting myself be this vulnerable with her, but it seems to be what she needs.
When we finish with the bath, I wrap her in a towel and go to grab one of my t- shirts for her to wear while I pull on a pair of sleep pants. When I come back, I hand it to her. “Do you want to sleep in here, with me, tonight?”
