In Reach?

Warning: This chapter contains sexual content.

Liam's POV

When Alex bid Mira goodnight, she immediately looked my way, as if waiting for me. I wasted no time to go to her and take her to bed with me.

We barely got in the house, when I pulled her into an urgent kiss. Goddess, I want this woman. I try to tell her that, as I pull her impossibly closer and tighter into me, with my one hand around her waist and the other behind her neck.

“Mine.” I hoarsely say against her lips.

She smiles at me and whispers the word I’ve been craving to hear. “Mine.”

“Fuck.” I say as I hurriedly pull her to the stairs to our room. I know I’m going to lose control if I stay and kiss her here again. And hearing her giggling is not helping the matter.

Just as we round the corner, we see Mason and Rachel making out in the hallway like two hungry animals as they pull and moan at each other. Neither of them notice me or Mira as Mason opens the door to his room, practically carrying Rachel in before he quickly shuts the door behind him.

I look back down at Mira, and she looks just as shocked as me.

“I didn’t think it was going to happen that quickly.”

“You underestimate the strength of the bond.” I pull her into me again, and pick her up as I carry her up the stairs.

No more distractions.

Just as I open our door, I put her down and push her against the door as I kiss her deeply. But I’m not going to make more of a move. I’m not going to sleep with her unless she begs me to.

She moans into my mouth as she grips me around my neck and shoulders. I put both my hands on the door behind her, on either side of her. I need to stop them from touching her, because I know I will just want to rip these clothes off. So I just push my body closer against her, trapping her against the door. I want her to feel me, to feel how much I want her.

“Liam,” She moans between kisses. “We shouldn’t.”

I smirk against her lips. She’s the one pulling me in with her hands all over me and kissing me. Yet she’s talking like she wants me to stop when I’m not even the one doing anything other than returning her hungry kisses.

“Liam.”

I pull back and instantly see the regret in her eyes. “Sweetheart, you’re the one holding onto me.”

She looks down between us and blushes at realization. I certainly didn’t like it when she pulled her leg back down from mine. So, I grabbed it, holding it against my leg wrapping it around me.

“Liam?”

“Mira, you know the pull has always been strong, no, intense between us. Why would you want to fight it?”

“I don’t want the only good thing between us to be sex.”

“Oh trust me. Sex will always be great between us, but I can promise you, it won’t be the only good thing between us.”

She bites her lower lip as if thinking it over. I know she wants me, I can smell her arousal for me. But I know she’s hesitating.

“We don’t need to have sex.” She looks confused at my words. “There are other things I can do to show you how much I can worship this body.”

She looks intrigued, but doesn’t say anything.

“Will you let me?”

She just nods.

I carry her to the bed, still carrying her with just her one leg around me, and the other hanging, not even near the floor. I just love how small she is against me. She fits so perfectly against me.

I put her down before the bed, and start undressing her. I take off my shirt, but keep my pants on. I lay her down on the bed and start to trail my fingers against her body, drawing an outline of her shape. When my fingers caress my mark on her nape, she practically shivers under me and I can feel her trying to squeeze her thighs together.

Fuck. This is going to be so difficult for me. I can already feel myself straining against my jeans. But tonight’s not about me, it’s about her, my mate. I start laying kisses on the other side of her neck moving down her body. She arches into me when I get to her breasts. I know she likes it when I play with them, but I want her to say it.

“Tell me what you want.” I say with my hot breath on her skin.

But she looks hesitant to say it. As innocent as she may seem, I know she has a kinky side with her sexual appetite. It’s one of the things I love about her. It’s one of the reasons she lets me do what I do with her.

“Liam.” She moans frustratedly.

“Mira. I won’t do anything unless you tell me what it is you want.”

She looks down at me through hooded eyes. “Touch me.” She says hesitantly.

“Touch you? Where? How?” I want more from her. I want her to feel completely comfortable with me about her sexual needs.

She bites her lower lip as it trembles. She’s nervous, but her rapid breaths tell me she’s turned on.

She takes my hand on her neck and slides it down her body to her breast. With her small hand over mine, she squeezes her breast and mumbles a moan.

She may not be saying it, but showing me seems even better.

I continue to play with her breast as I’m staring straight at her face. She’s enjoying it. That’s when she grips my hair with her other hand and pushes her other breast closer to my face. As much as I want to hear her say it, I can’t resist but take it into my mouth.

A heavenly moan leaves her mouth as she wraps her naked leg around me.

She starts moving my hand further down, down to her sex. I roughly cup it as I always do, laying my claim of her. She gasps at my movement and I know I need to reel it in. She must lead this.

I lift my head and look at her. She already knows my question as she looks at me. ‘What do you want?’

“Make me cum with your fingers.” She says with a firmer voice. She’s gaining confidence.

I make quick work of her as I rub her. She’s already so wet, my fingers easily slide in. She gives another loud moan, and as much as I wanted to capture it with my own mouth, just hearing it and seeing her face is even more of a turn on. Her grip in my hair tightens making me look up at her.

“Kiss me.” She orders in a whispered moan.

I capture her mouth as my hand brings her closer to the edge of ecstasy. She grips me around my back and pulls me flush against her. She pulls from the kiss for air, but I continue my kisses down her jaw to her neck. I’m kissing her mark, making her squirm. I love kissing my mark on her. I can feel sparks in my body every time I kiss it. The sparks of our bond.

I’m too excited that I suck on it slightly grazing it with my teeth.

Aaahhh! That’s when I hear Mira practically screaming under me as her whole body wraps and tightens around me. She just had an orgasm. I know because I felt it too. I know because I just came in my pants as well. Fuck.

I lift my head to look at her sated face, one with a smile on it.

“That was…….amazing. What……was that?” She says in between breaths. “It’s like I felt it through my whole body.”

“That’s the bond.” I say smilingly. Every time just gets better with this woman.

I release my fingers and eagerly bring it to my mouth. I love the taste of her. But before I can even lick it, she grabs my hand and brings it to her mouth. I’m surprised to see her suck so eagerly on my fingers, on her own juices. But as much as I want to please this woman, I’m still a selfish lover. Just as she pulls out my fingers, I attack her mouth with my own. Forcing her to open up so I can taste her too.

“What did I tell you about sharing?” I say against her lips.

But she has an evil glint in her eyes. That’s when she kisses me again as she rolls me over. She sits up in all her divine glory, tempting me with the sight of her. I sit up ready to pull her against me again.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want to return the favour to my mate.” She says as she trails her finger down my chest to my pants.

Gggrh! Hearing her say ‘mate’ has me hard in an instant again. But I grab her wrists, stopping her.

“No. Tonight is about you.”

“And I want you.” She grinds against me and I can feel her soaking my pants. Fuck. “Let me explore your body too.” I see a glint of hesitation in her eyes again.

I can’t let her shy away, now. She’s finally confident with her words. Why would I even want to deny my mate what she wants, especially when what she wants is me.

I let go of her wrist and lean back with my hands resting on the bed, leaving my body for her to do with as she pleases.

She starts trailing kisses on my chest, on my tattoo. I never understood why she likes doing that.

“Are you a fan of the tattoo?”

“Does it still hurt?” She still lays gentle kisses on it.

“Does what hurt?”

“The scar?” She trails her finger in a straight line through the tattoo.

That’s when I realize, she’s talking about the scar I got as a kid. I was in a pretty bad car accident. A piece of metal got stuck, practically cutting through me. I almost died. But it happened so long ago, it healed quite nicely. Though huge, it was barely visible to the naked eye, and non-existent with the tattoo over it. How did she know?

“How do you know there’s a scar?”

“What do you mean? I can feel it. I felt it since our first night together” She says matter-of-factly as she looks up at me.

“It’s an old thing. I even forgot that I had it. So, no. It doesn’t hurt."

“Good.” She says with a slight smile before she kisses me.

My mate is happy that I’m not in pain. I can’t help but smile back in our kiss.

She moves her kisses down to my neck and I feel a shiver run through me when she kisses that sweet spot in my nape, - that spot where one day I wish she will put her mark on me.

She stops as she takes a deep inhale of my scent and purrs. I can’t help but pull her naked body closer to me.

“Can I mark you too?” She says against my ear.

“What?” I tense up.

Did she just ask what I think she did?

“I mean, I know you already marked me, but can…..can a woman also mark her mate, or is it not……necessary?”

She looks hesitant again.

I pull her chin up to look at me. “Of course you can mark me. In fact, I can’t wait for the day that you do. Marking me means you put your claim on me. It means you mix your scent with mine, so any woman that comes near me will know I’m already taken. Our bond would practically be unbreakable by then.”

She smiles, but doesn’t say anything. But I know what’s got her worried. This is a step even further than sex itself. She’s worried.

“Don’t worry. You decide if you want to do it or not, and when you would want to.” As much as I want her to. I need to give her time.

She smiles brighter and I feel her hands going down again. Just as she tries to unbuckle my belt, I stop her.

She looks at me questioningly.

“Trust me. As much as I want to let you have your way with me, things are a bit of a mess down there. So I think we better hurry to the shower before we continue this.”

I stand up with her still in my arms, as I walk to the shower.

I put her down and quickly get rid of my pants. We barely got under the water when my little vixen attacked me. She showered me with kisses, and felt me up with her tiny hands as if trying to commit my body to her memory. It was definitely a turn on when she grabbed my ass. She then gave the most mind-blowing blow job in my life. It was agonizing trying to hold out longer. She caught me so off guard to begin with. I never would have expected to see her on her knees in front of me, I definitely wasn’t expecting the hungry look in her eyes.

I couldn’t stop kissing her afterwards, happy to have this wonderful and perfect woman in my life. Things got so out of hand in the shower, before I even knew it, I was holding her up against the wall fucking her. Neither of us had enough strength to stop it. The water was already running cold by the time we got out. She was so exhausted, I knew to just pull her into my arms and let her sleep.