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His voice is lower, somehow soft and growly at the same time, “Like you want to taste me.”
I look at his lips. I do want to taste them. I swallow hard. His scent surrounding me is making my head spin. That’s the only excuse for what I do next. I lean in and gently slide my tongue between the seem of his lips.
I feel his body tense up, his arm around me pulling me impossibly closer, his eyes. never leaving mine. His lips part and his tongue slides out to meet mine. Electric tingles shoot through me and a ripple of pleasure slides down my spine as my eyes drift close. His hand comes up into my hair, gently tugging my head to the side and deepening the kiss. He tastes of fresh air and sunshine. I didn’t know. that was possible, but there it is.
It takes me a moment to realize the whimpers I hear are coming from me. I can feel more than hear the growls rumbling in Liam’s chest as he deepens the kiss even more, his tongue teasing mine in an intricate dance. The sound makes my nipples harden and sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core. A warmth I’ve never felt before causes an uncomfortable feeling between my legs, a pressure that needs to be released. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeing a dampness in my panties.
He pulls away, and I can tell he can smell my arousal. He puts his forehead. against mine. “Baby girl, we have to stop.”
I’m immediately embarrassed by my actions. Of course he wouldn’t want me. My body is a scarred mess and his is perfection. I’m sure he could have anyone he wanted, someone gorgeous just like him.
I slide my legs down from around his waist, but he doesn’t let me go. I look up at him, and I know my face is bright red. “I’m sorry.” I say and look down at a spot on his throat.
His hand slides from the back of my head to my chin, lifting it, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Baby girl, this is not a rejection. I want so much more of what we are starting here. But you are not yet ready for what I want to give you and I wouldn’t want to stop once we start. When you are ready, I will take my time, touching you, tasting you and making you feel pleasure that you’ve never felt before.”
His words have the heat pulsing in my core again. I watch his nostrils flare as he smells the impact of his words. “Fuck baby. If you don’t stop smelling this delicious, we’re not making it to dinner.” He slowly slides me down his body, his eyes on me. I gasp when I feel how hard his large, long length is. When my f are on the ground, he leans down and nuzzles my ear. “I wanted you to feel that, just in case you thought I wasn’t serious about how much I want you.”
I shiver as he runs his nose across my jaw before kissing the corner of my mouth.
He stands, taking my hand in one of his and shifting his jeans with the other before turning and guiding me down the stairs to the front door. His pack members flock to him again and I notice that he moves so that I’m standing in front of him. He lets them know that we have to be somewhere but that he’ll be back later if they need to meet with him about anything.
He walks me to a giant truck, opening the passenger door and lifting me inside. He leans over and clicks the seatbelt into place before pecking my lips again and winking before closing the door and coming around to climb into the driver’s side.
The last time I was in a car was when the vampires had me in the trunk. Before that, it was when I was still part of a pack. It’s weird being back in a car again.
As we start to pull away, I look at my surroundings. It’s pretty here, in a different way than it was back in my childhood pack in Minnesota. I much prefer the warmer climate here.
I turn to look at Liam. “Taking care of me is keeping you from your work with the pack, isn’t it?” I ask him.
He looks at me, reaching over and taking my hand, pulling it to him so he can kiss my knuckles before setting it on his thigh. “My pack is the largest in the country. I have 832 pack members with another 27 pregnant females that will be adding to my numbers within the next five months. My work is never done. So, no, you aren’t keeping me from my work, it’s always there, no matter what.”
“When did you become Alpha?” I ask. I don’t know much about Liam and I’d like to get to know him better, especially if Alessia feels that we can trust him.
I watch as his face takes on a tense look. I jump in before he says anything. “It’s none of my business, you don’t have to tell me.”
He looks over at me, pulling my hand to his lips, kissing it again, before putting it back in his lap. “I told you before you can ask me anything. It’s just, not all of my answers are happy ones.”
He looks at me again. “To help you understand, I need to go back to before I took over from my father. When I was six years old, my mother was murdered. We were attacked by another pack that wanted the strength of our numbers and our land. My father defeated their Alpha, but not before my mother was killed.” My in BONOS hand goes to my mouth, I understand all too well what it feels like to have your mother murdered. He reaches over and brushes him knuckles over my cheek. before taking my hand again.
“My father was never the same after that. He moved out of the packhouse and he barely managed the pack at all. Dustin’s father, my father’s Beta, basically took over, only getting my father involved if needed. When I was ten years old, he started including me in the decision making for the pack. He and I made all the decisions together for the pack and the company that I own from the time I was 10 to the time I was 16. The day after my 16th birthday, my father died. There was no reason, he wasn’t sick, or not any sicker than he’d been for the previous 10 years. That day, it became official. A week later, I laid my father to rest and the day after that, we had my Alpha ceremony.”
He turns to look at me. I can see the pain in his eyes. I turn my hand in his, intertwining our fingers and rubbing my thumb over his hand. I want him to know he’s not alone. I know what it’s like to feel alone, like you have no one. I want him to know I’m here.
“My Alpha ceremony was a somber affair, not like most of them which are a celebration. And honestly, it didn’t matter. I’d been running this pack long before my father died and it became official.” He shrugs, looking at me before looking back at the road.
“How old are you now?” I ask him.
“Nearly 25.”
“So, you’ve been taking care of your pack and its members for almost 15 years?” He nods.
“Aren’t you tired?” I ask, because really, it’s got to be a huge burden for him to carry, day after day. The lives of over 800 people depend on him and him alone. He has to be everything to everyone.
“Some days more than others. Honestly, before all this,” he gestures with hist hand between us, “it was becoming overwhelming.”
“I make it less overwhelming for you?” I ask confused.
“You give me hope.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about being so open with Angel, but she’s my mate. I want to share everything with her, and have her share everything with me.
After our moment in the hallway, I know she’s beginning to feel the pull of the mate bond, even if she doesn’t recognize that that’s what it is.
Everything about my beautiful Angel is drawing me in. And even more than her sweetness, her scent and her taste, the idea that I won’t be alone anymore, that there will be someone to bear this burden with me? It’s almost too much to hope for.
We arrive at the Nelson home a few minutes before we were supposed to arrive. I’ve brought a couple bottles of wine, since Cara didn’t ask me to bring anything.
I go around the truck and help Angel out. She’s so short that it’s a big leap for her, but mostly, I just want to take any opportunity there is to touch her. I keep hold of her hand as we walk to the door and ring the bell.
I can hear talking on the other side, and I hear Clint ask who could be at the door as Cara announces that she’ll get it.
When she opens the door, her smile greets us. “I’m so glad you could come. Please come in.”
We walk in and Cara moves to stand in front of Angel as we follow her into the kitchen. “Dad, I invited some guests tonight.” Cara tells Clint.
He looks up at me. “Liam, it’s good to see you, it’s been too long.” He says, starting to wheel himself over.
“And someone else.” Cara says and steps aside, giving Clint his first glimpse of my mate. Donovan, Clint’s wolf, pushes forward immediately. “Andra?” He asks in his gruff voice.
“Donovan.” Alessia answers. “I’m Alessia now.”
“Alessia.” He says it softly, tears forming in his eyes. “Where have you been all these years? I thought….I thought…”
Alessia walks to him, squatting down in front of his wheelchair. “We have much to discuss tonight. But first, I’ve waited a long time to give you a message from Lily.”
Clint’s hand goes to his mouth and his rubs it across his face and roughly. “A message from Lily?” He whispers.
“You understand how the Guardian spirit works? I have memories from my previous lives, but not all of them. Some, like when I saw Cara yesterday or you just now, come at the moment I see you.” Clint looks at Cara before looking back at Alessia.
Clint reaches down and takes Angel’s hand. “What is the message?”
Angel/Alessia puts her other hand over Clint’s. “She wanted you to know that she knew. She knew that day in battle would be her last. The Moon Goddess visited her a couple of days before the attack. She traded her life for yours. You were the one that was supposed to die that day, but she knew that you had the better chance of survival and would be here for Cara and Artemis. She knew her life would end that day because she gave her life so you could live.”