In Reach?

Warning: This chapter contains sexual content

Liam’s POV

I’m in these bloody dungeons again. At least I’m more careful about getting blood on me this time. Marcus finally spilled some information about Dahlia the moment I threatened to cut off his dick. So apparently Dahlia wants to use Luna blood for some spell to apparently make her and her witches stronger. Sounds like just another fucked up spell. Dammit, I hate witchcraft. None the less, a promise is a promise. So I ripped his dick off anyways.

He screamed like a girl, making me snicker at the pun, since he definitely is no longer a man. But the asshole just had to open his mouth again, as he started chuckling.

“Go ahead, kill me.”

“Why are you so eager for death? It will come.”

“Mira. I need to be with Mira. Soon, she will kill Mira.”

“What is with your obsession with her? She will never be yours, she is mine.”

But it doesn’t seem like he’s even listening, the way he chants her name in a whisper. So I grab his hair and pull his face up to look at me, as he dangles from the chains tying him up.

“She will never be yours.” I say slowly, hoping he gets it.

“In death she will. She won’t be mine in life, but in death she will. She promised me. Dahlia promised me she’ll kill Mira, so she can be with me.”

What the fuck? Just how delusional is this guy? Where does Dahlia find all these lunatics? But this is just pissing my wolf off, - for Dahlia to think that she can threaten my mate’s life so easily. I won’t let her die, she’s mine, I’ll protect her.

“So this is why you want me to kill you? I don’t think so. I’ll leave you here in these cells to live the rest of your life in darkness. Knowing that everyday that passes, Mira is alive and with me. Knowing that the world, even death itself, will soon forget about you.”

I see the worry in his eyes as he registers my words. He starts mumbling a moan as I leave, locking the cell to the rest of his life.

I walk back to the house as I get lost in my thoughts again. I can still feel my wolf and how pissed we both are with what that asshole just said. Mira is mine. I won’t let anyone take her from me. I will protect her, I have to protect her. I don’t care if she fucked him, I don’t even care of all the assholes she fucked. I’m her mate. I will be the only one she gets to fuck from here on out anyways. ‘The best she’s ever had’. Pfh. Every time I’ll fuck her will be the next best she’s ever had. She’ll never have to think back about it, but always expecting it whenever she sees me or thinks of me. I’ll make sure of that.

I don’t even know how long I was lost in my thoughts, until I stand in front of her door. I walk in and shut the door with my foot as I look at her sitting on the couch with a book. I know she can see my wolf and how angry we are. But I can also see how her expression also gets angry as she looks at me with her own set of purple glowing eyes. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Here to argue some more?” She stands up, throwing the book to her side.

I pull off my shirt as I stalk to her, but she pushes me back against my chest.

“What do you think you’re d-“

I grab her into a fierce kiss. And as much as she’s trying to push me away, she’s returning my kiss with just as much urgency. The moan she gives into my mouth has me ripping the top buttons of her dress open. But that’s when she bites my lip, hard.

I pull away tasting blood from my lip, watching her lick it off from her lips as well.

“I liked this dress.” She says cheekily. The glow in her eyes tell me that she and her wolf like this, especially with her arousal I smell.

I unbutton my pants as I walk towards her again. She raises her brow as she bites her lower lip.

“Don’t think you can just,-“

I turn her around and push her towards the couch. She falls onto the couch on her knees, and catches herself against the back-rest. I shove her dress up her ass and rip her panties off. I barely have my dick out when I plunge it into her.

Aaaahhh!!!! She screams at my sudden invasion, as she arches her back. I grip her hips tightly as I start thrusting hard into her.

She feels so good, I knew she was already wet for me.

I grab her neck as I push her back against my chest, while I continue my thrusts. Her loud moans are music to my ears. But I can already feel her tightening around me. I pull out and pull her to the side-edge of the dresser next to us. I put her on it, giving her the perfect height for me to just slip in again. She moans and looks at me through hooded eyes as she leans back. I can’t help but look down at our conjoined bodies as I thrust into her.

“Shit Mira......You feel......so good.”

She grabs my neck and says, “Shut up and just fuck me,” before she pulls me into a mouth-watering kiss. I pick her up by her thighs, and her legs instantly wrap tightly around my waist. I shove her against the wall as I continue my thrusts, but harder and faster. Mira pulls from the kiss as she loudly moans into my ear. I can’t wait to hear her scream. I move my mouth down wanting to give her breasts more attention before she cums. But her nails are digging into the skin of my back and shoulders, sending sparks through my whole body and I know I’m close. I bring my one hand up and roughly knead her bra-covered breast. She throws her head back against the wall as she screams her convulsing orgasm into the room. She squeezes me so tight, I feel myself jerk in her with an animalistic grunt, as I reach my own release.

We’re both breathing heavily and covered in a thin layer of sweat. My head is still tucked in her neck when my wolf says the one thing that’s been on our mind this whole time, “Mine”.

“What?” She says out of breath.

I lift my head and look at her beautiful sated face. “Mine.”

But she tenses in my hold. “Get off me.” She says a bit too seriously.

“What?”

“I said get off me.” She starts pushing me.

I slide her down the wall and pull out, giving her a confused look. I know she loved it as much as I did. So what’s wrong?

“Leave.” She orders me.

“What’s wrong now Mira?” We both fix ourselves up.

“What’s wrong? What the hell was all this about?” She tries to cover her breasts, but the lack of buttons wont help.

“I fucked my mate. Since when do I need a reason?”

“No. You didn’t just come here to screw me because I’m your mate. What’s with this ‘mine’ crap? Are you here because of Marcus?”

Ggrh. I hate it when she talks about other men when she’s with me, especially at a time like this.

“Why does that matter? You’re still my mate.” Sometimes I just don’t understand the way women think.

“Am I?”

What? What does she mean?

“You say I’m your mate but you don’t treat me like one. You told me to trust you, but you barely tell me anything about what’s going on. It’s almost been a week, and I still don’t know what’s going on. I haven’t seen anyone but you in this time. Not even outside my window. Why are you hiding me away like you’re trying to keep me from your pack?” She’s practically out of breath with her shouting.

“Mira, please. You have to understand. It takes time for us to have a thorough investigation. We need to make sure there isn’t anything against you.”

Pfh. ”So you still think that I might have something to do with this?”

“No.” I run my hand through my hair. “I just need to make sure there’s nothing that can be used against you or that can be linked back to Dahlia. Otherwise it will just backfire on my pack. They’re already worried, and panicked about these allegations against you.”

But Mira just stares at me with an expressionless look. “Your pack?” She huffs as she looks at me again, waiting for a response. “You don’t see it do you?”

“See what?”

“You don’t trust me.” But she continues before I can interrupt her. “I wanted you to at least just try and trust me, just like you keep telling me to trust you without question. But you don’t. Is it because I’m not one of you, because I’m a ‘rogue’? Everybody always makes sure to remind me of that. How can I forget, when I’ll forever be the outcast that is to blame for everything going wrong here? Half of your pack are just delusional cowards that believe everything that bitch of a witch is telling them. And you, you chose them over me. And the worst part is that I never asked you to choose. I would never expect you to………..I really question if you even want me as your mate. Otherwise, you would at least be proud to have me as your mate. But instead, you just want to keep me as your own secret little fetish....... Is this just another ‘if you can’t have it, no one can’ territorial tantrum? Your wolf told me as much. Is that it? Is that what this is about? You don’t want me, you just want to keep me from other men. I mean, that’s usually when you start showing such kind of interest in me........ But then again, other times I feel like you’re just keeping me around so that you can use me as bait to lure Dahlia in, so you can finally get your bloody revenge. We both know how you love to torture people.” She breathes out heavily with tears running down her face, still refusing to break eye-contact with me.

Is this what she thinks? How can all of this be running through her mind? I do trust her. How am I putting my pack before her? How can she think I only want her because other men do? I wanted her since the day I first laid eyes on her. And Dahlia? I would never dream of risking Mira’s life to get to that witch. How can she think this? Everything I’ve done has been for her.

But just as I step closer to wipe her tears away, she jerks away.

“Get out.”

Is she serious? There’s no way I’m leaving like this.

“Mira.”

“Just. Get. Out.”

“No! I’m not going to leave like this.” I walk closer pulling her into my hold and cup her face. “Coz it’s not true. Everything I’m doing, is for you. And I will prove it to you. It’s like you said, - we started on the wrong foot. And as much as we’re trying to make it work, we’re still in the same crappy circumstances. I’m just trying to get us out of it. So that all this outside-nonsense doesn’t affect us. I’m trying to get us to a place where there is no war, no traitors, no Dahlia. Where you and I can just be us.”

I rest my head against her forehead hoping we can calm each other with our scents. “As much as you think you may hate me now, I want you to know that I’ll never give up on you.”

She didn’t say anything as she just relaxed in my hold and continued letting the tears fall. I held her until she calmed down, and kissed her goodnight before I left.