by Marilynn Fae
“Careful, Liam,” Charles cautions from in front of him, his hands on her back.
Liam draws his claws in before he can accidentally hurt her. He is so hard it hurts. She smells heavenly and he wants to mount her, pin her up against the wall and fuck her right there.
“Is she drunk?” he can’t keep the incredulousness from his tone. “What did you do to her?” he demands. He tries to be noble and ignore how perfect she feels in his arms as he carries her to the couch and settles her on it. She is wearing just a nightgown, so thin it barely covers anything at all. It clings to her curves in all the right ways, showing off her perky nipples and small waist, flaring out at her hips and stopping at her toes. Even slumping on the couch, she is the picture of perfection.
He is pathetically in love with her.
“What did you do?” he turns to Charles, challenging his desire into anger because that is easier to deal with.
“Nothing,” he admits with a careless shrug. “She is experimenting with something in her garden and had a little too much to drink. It reacted with the herb.”
“What exactly is the herb supposed to do?” he asks and his answer comes in the way Delilah suddenly reaches for him, hands on his hips and nose nudging his crotch.
“You smell good, Liam,” she murmurs, looking up at him with an unreadable expression. Her lips are slightly parted and her eyes are glassy, like she’s not completely there.
He flails ungracefully, pulling back and stumbling away. “I’ll- I’ll go get you some water,” he says as he makes his hasty retreat.
He adjusts his pants with a groan as he fills a glass up with cold water, hoping that would make her feel slightly less… handsy.
When he returns, Charles takes the glass from his hands and pushes him with unnatural strength to sit down beside his younger mate. Swiftly, he places the glass on the table and picks her up. He deposits her on Liam’s lap with easy grace and takes a step back, looking immensely proud of himself. “She had a potent batch of Aphrodisiac,” Charles informs him helpfully. “I’ve been trying to satisfy her… needs,” he says carefully, “But I’d like you to fuck her.”
Delilah squirms on his lap, shifting and twisting to try and get away.
At least, that was what he thought she was doing until she finds his hands and wraps his arms around her waist, making herself comfortable on his lap.
He freezes, grip tightening around her small waist. She is warm on his grasp, her soft ass rubbing against his half-hard cock. It’s comforting to have her close again and he finds himself relaxing even though he should be on edge and wary. He doesn’t know how to answer the vampire’s strange request.
“You’re being very inappropriate, Charles,” she murmurs. “Liam doesn’t- he doesn’t want me like that,” she says but she isn’t making things any easier for him, rubbing her ass on his erection and making him grow harder.
“You need to stop moving, Delilah,” he cautions, holding her tighter against him to keep her from shifting even more. His cock is throbbing and she is right there. His gums itch, fangs threatening to elongate and just bite down, mark her skin and make her his.
She ignores him and brings his hands to her lips, pressing soft kisses on his knuckles that make his cockhead leak precum. He wants so much to fuck her right there, fill her full of his come. He can smell Charles’s claim on her. Thankfully, the scent is not cloying or unpleasant. The scent of lovemaking is generally pleasant to his kind and only ever triggers their need to replace the scent with their own.
“That’s not true, is it, Liam?”
“No,” Liam says, torn between being aroused and infuriated for being put in the spot like this, for being tempted like this. It is a cruel and unusual punishment, especially when her small hands begin to rub down his chest.
“You’re so hard, Liam,” she says. “You’ve- you’ve gotten so big.”
She probably doesn’t mean to make her words sound so dirty, but he can’t stop himself from growing hard at hearing them.
“You’re so much bigger than me now,” she says, sounding a little upset by it.
“Of course he has, darling. He’s a werewolf. He’s meant to be bigger so he can keep you safe,” Charles tells her.
“You never told me you’re a werewolf,” she whines, and then murmurs something indiscernible in his lap before shifting so that she is straddling him, her legs on either sides of his hips as she wraps her arms around him and rests her head on his shoulders. “You didn’t tell me a lot of things,” she whispers. I wish you had told me…”
“It wasn’t my place to tell you,” he says apologetically. She rocks against him lazily, riding his cock even with the layers of clothes in the way.
He groans when he feels her slit rubbing against his cockhead. He could just pull his cock out and yank her dress up. That’s all it would take for him to fuck her. “You feel so good, Liam,” she whispers, breathless as she rocks in his lap, undulating her hips in a manner that is all-too-enticing.
Tentatively, his hands rest on her hips. She’s so soft everywhere and the way she moves her body is sinfully attractive. He lets her bury her head in his neck and breathe heavily as she continues to ride him without actually taking his cock.
“What a waste,” Charles chuckles. “She wants you to fuck her. Why don’t you let her?”
“She’s drunk,” Liam snarls at the vampire.
“I want, Liam,” she agrees breathlessly. “I want you to fuck me.”
He groans and then jerks back when her small hands reach between their bodies and slide down the hem of his pants. Her small hands tug his cock out and he hisses.
“You’re really big here too,” she says in awe, cheeks burning red. “I want- I want you inside,” she says. “Can I have you?”
Liam isn’t strong enough to say no. He tips her head up and kisses her, one hand hiking her dress up so that he can rub the head of his cock along her opening.
Sliding inside her is like finding home. The sounds she makes are truly delightful and he trembles as she sinks down and takes him inside her, whimpering at the tight stretch of his thick cock inside her small frame.
She’s really very small. He kisses her hungrily, passionately. His hands on her hips guide her movement, lifting her and letting her sink back down into his cock again and again. She moans into his mouth, hands wrapping around his neck to hold him tight as she rides him.
She’s so tight and he can’t even get his entire cock inside her.
“You’re too big, Liam,” she whimpers and it shouldn’t make him harder, shouldn’t make him thicker, but it does.
He doesn’t care that the vampire is watching but his wolf remains wary, keeping close attention even as she tries to sink down deeper into his cock, struggles to take him deeper. She feels amazing on his dick, her walls clenching around his cock.
“Oh, oh, please, Liam. Give me, give it to me,” she begs.
“You’re very small, love,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she whimpers. “Please, please.”
He pulls his cock out and twists her around until she is pinned beneath him on the couch. He grasps her by her ankles, spreading her legs as wide as he can, exposing her weeping cunt to them both. Her hole is still spread from when he had his cock inside her earlier, walls trying to clench together and close. She’s lovely.
“What are you waiting for?” Charles ask behind him, like a challenge, like he doesn’t think Liam is capable of taking a mate.
He growls, eyes flashing as he surges forward and captures her lips with his, kissing her harshly, sucking moans and whimpers from her throat. She’s excited. He can smell the sweet arousal from her.
He rubs the head of his cock against her opening, drawing keening mewls from her. He frowns when he sees something below her cunt. It’s a peculiar little thing and he’s surprised he missed it in the first place.
“Don’t- don’t touch that,” she whimpers the same time Charles s
ay, “Pull it out.”
He gently tugs the small thing from her anal hole, popping it out with a slight noise that leaves her pink rim so beautifully wide before the plug comes out completely. She trembles as she cries out, her hole clenching down on nothing.
He can’t help but stare at the way her hole throbs, opening and closing, and then, a white smear of semen begins to ooze out.
“Ah, ah,” she moans, trying to cover herself with her hands. “Don’t- don’t look at it, Liam,” she whimpers. She seems to be coming back to herself slowly, no longer completely lost in the haze of desire caused by whatever aphrodisiac she’s taken.
He does the opposite of looking away, cupping her ass and spreading her cheeks wide so he can have a better look. The steady release of semen from between her legs is mesmerizing, thick, white globules of semen trickling down and wetting his couch.
“Perhaps the reason why you haven’t gotten her pregnant is because you’ve been putting it in the wrong hole,” he finds himself saying.
She blushes a wonderful shade of red when Charles laughs, loud and rambunctious.
Before he can pause to think about what he’s doing, he leans in and licks at the quivering pucker, earning a sharp cry from the surprised young thing. His tongue slides into her hole, tasting seed and not minding the musky tang of the seed. Somewhere in his wolf mind, he sense that the seed is fertile. That even though it is semen, it does not carry the necessary seed that is needed to inseminate the fae.
He eats her out for a few moments, enjoying the little noises she makes and then licks slightly higher up, licking into her cunt to open her up there too.
“Feels- feels good, Liam,” she whimpers when he licks a lazy line up her parted pink lips with his tongue and then slides inwards to taste her deeper. There’s no seed here and he is surprised. It’s almost as if the vampire has been waiting for him to fill her up there.
She’s soaked and she tastes like honey and desire. He doesn’t have much to compare her to. He’s never enjoyed casual sex, but he knows she tastes different. Perhaps because they’re compatible. His tongue delves deeper into her heat, finding it throbbing slightly as he joins his tongue with his fingers. She is wet and relaxed enough that he can slide his forefingers inside her and spread them open.
She cries out his name loudly at the stretch.
“You’re so wet,” he says, licking and teasing her hole as he pumps his fingers in and out of her, watching the hole throb and stretch bigger.
“Please, Liam,” she begs and it’s terrible how beautiful she looks when she’s begging like this, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
“Please what?” he asks. “Please stop?”
“No, no,” she cries, eyes widening. “Don’t stop,” she begs, sounding wrecked.
It fills him with a dizzying pleasure, how she begs for him so easily. He understands why Charles is obsessed with doing it.
“It’s alright,” he says. “Say it. Tell me what you want. You know I’ve always done everything you want.” It’s true. Even when they were children, he would surrender all the best things to her if she asked. She never does, though.
She nods through her tears. “Please fuck me?” she asks cautiously, fingers closing on his shirt, tugging him in.
Her body is relaxed when he begins to nudge into her again, pressing the head of his cock against her tight opening.
Her brows furrow together when he breaches her, but she remains relaxed enough that he can sink all the way inside her, filling her completely.
She’s perfect around him, her small body able to take almost all of his length. He can feel her limit, the head of his cock brushing against a barrier of sorts inside her. Every time he rams deep into her, he is rewarded with a sharp cry that echoes in the room.
He groans as he begins to piston inside her, pulling out and slamming back in with a rhythm that causes her to cry out and sob, trembling as pleasure takes over her senses.
She comes beneath him with his cock inside her, walls convulsing around his shaft to make him come too, spurting hot come inside her tight hole. He comes and comes inside her, filling her up until he feels his seed leaking out from the sides of his cock and on her inner thigh.
He doesn’t notice he had closed his eyes until he finishes coming and opens them, only to see that she has closed hers as well.
Chapter Eleven: Undressed
“Delilah?” Liam calls out cautiously.
She doesn’t respond. Her breath evens out and her heartbeat slows in a tell-tale sign that she’s fallen asleep. He preens, pleased that he managed to satisfy his mate so thoroughly that she falls to sleep so easily. It doesn’t matter that he hasn’t knotted her yet. He doesn’t think he would be able to knot with the vampire watching him, grinning like a cat that’s caught the canary. His wolf still sees the vampire as a threat and it wouldn’t be safe to let his guard down with him there.
“You’re not upset about this?” he asks even though it’s more of an observation than a question. He steps back and pulls his cock free with a low hiss. He wants to bring her to bed and fuck her properly, fill her with his seed and knot her to make sure she takes. Like Charles has said so many times before, he wants to breed her. It would make her his, make her smell like she belongs to him and only him.
He turns his gaze to Charles, almost in challenge. To his surprise, the man turns his back. Either he truly doesn’t think Liam is a threat, or he is confident that Liam isn’t going to attack him. He doesn’t know what to think of the peculiar vampire who just waltzed into town a few months ago with Delilah eating out of the palm of his hand.
“You’ve been listening, haven’t you?” Charles say finally, not even bothering to turn around. He stands in front of the fireplace. His shadows flare out from his feet and dance in the room. “You even watch, sometimes. She’s such an exquisite thing, isn’t she? So innocent and yet, so wild in bed when you push the right buttons. She makes the sweetest noises.”
Liam doesn’t let himself be embarrassed for being caught. “Surely you know that I can hear you,” he says, looking the vampire in the eye. “You flaunt fucking her like it’s your right.”
“It is my right,” Charles answers dismissively and walks up to them.
Liam pulls his upper lip back and snarls at the vampire, stepping between him and his new mate.
He continues, unperturbed, sidestepping Liam so he can stand in front of Delilah. Slowly, he hikes her skirt up, bunching it at her waist to check on the come still leaking from her hole. He is looks almost pleased as he collects them with his fingers and slide the thick fluid inside her. She moans in her sleep and Liam purrs at the sight of his come being pushed back in her cunt.
“Such a beautiful darling,” he coos. “I’ve known your claim on her the moment I saw her on the train. You’ve been waiting, biding your time like a good gentleman and while you were waiting, I took.” He pulls her into his grip with practiced ease, falling back into his seat before Liam could so much as move.
The vampire is stronger than anyone or anything he’s ever met in his life. Liam knows he won’t be able to best him in a fight, but he snarls at the vampire , lunging forward with the intent of attacking the vampire and snatching her back. He stops himself before he manages to do it. She’s in the way and the last thing he wants to do is accidentally hurt her.
She comes awake on Charles’ lap, brows furrowing in confusion.
“Such a beautiful thing,” he says, tilting her head to the side with a hand on her chin. He kisses her neck. There is a bruise there already, bite marks on her pale skin. “I don’t blame you for wanting her. She’s quite irresistible.” He licks up her neck to her ear and she blinks at him drowsily.
“Charles.” She blushes, closing her eyes as she leans into his touch, tilting her head a little more to offer more of her neck. “Charles, you’re cold,” she whines.
“I know, darling,” Charles murmurs, sounding apologetic. “I’m always a little cold.” He
presses a lingering kiss to her neck before turning his full attention on Liam. “I wanted you to mate her,” he says. “I would not have let you fuck her if I didn’t want you to breed her. Fill her up with seed until her stomach is round and heavy.”
His words go straight to Liam’s cock. He shifts in his seat and growls when his cock begins to harden again.
“I can’t do that, you see. As much as I want to, I can’t give her children. And you want children, don’t you, baby?” He rubs his cheek to her neck as he addresses the last question to her.
She nods and leans back, offering her neck so readily, her pale, smooth throat, marred only on one side where Charles is actively trying to suckle fresh bruises on her skin.
Liam clenches his fists to keep himself from attacking the vampire and snatching her back. He misses the warm weight of her on his lap already. Everything the vampire says seem to go straight to his cock. He thinks of her small frame tucked in his lap and filling her with his seed, breeding her until she is heavy with his cubs. They would make beautiful children together.
“You can give us children,” Charles say. “And keep her safe if I leave for business in the city.”
“Leave?” she comes awake with a gasp. “Are you leaving?”
“No,” he answers quickly, holding her tight. “Just a precaution for the future,’ he says dismissively. “I have businesses in the city, darling, but it will be a while before I need to settle them. When I do, I would rather not leave you here all alone. You’re quite a tempting thing,” he says.
“So, what? You want me as your bodyguard?” Liam growls.
Charles smirk at him. “That, and more. I am not opposed to sharing,” he says, meeting Liam’s gaze steadily. “I am offering you a place with us, if you want it.”
It feels too much like charity. His wolf isn’t happy with this no matter how much he wants to accept it but the wolf also wants her no matter what the strings attached are.
“If you don’t, I’m fine with finding another wolf. I’m sure there is one eager to have her,” Charles say dismissively as he snakes a hand under her dress.
