by K. D. Jones
“That’s impossible.” She turned so that she could see the matching small puckered spot on her back where the bullet had entered.
“What’s impossible?” Liam asked, coming into the room. He was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist as he leaned against a doorframe. His hair was damp and rivulets of water were trailing down his perfect chest.
Maggie forgot what she was doing and simply stared at him. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She licked her lips as she found herself imagining licking all those droplets of water off of his body.
“Maggie.”
“Hmm?”
“Maggie, what’s impossible?”
She blinked a few times. Aw shit, she had been drooling over Liam and his perfect pecs. “Oh, my gunshot wound is almost healed.” She turned back to the mirror. She suddenly realized was standing in front of him completely naked. She belatedly tried to cover herself with her hands.
Liam came to stand behind her. He reached around and touched her stomach with his fingers. She shivered from the nearness of his body to hers. She could feel the heat radiating off of him wrapping around her.
“It’s the healing serum treatments that Jared has been giving you. It accelerates the healing from within.” Liam leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.
“How long have I been out?” She didn’t try to move away for several reasons. For one, she was really, really naked. But secondly, she found she didn’t want to. She liked being this close to him. She leaned back into him.
“Forty-eight hours. You woke a few times in pain. Jared had to come in and administer sedatives to help you sleep through most of the healing.”
“Two days. I’ve never been out of commission for that long.”
“How are you feeling? Any pain? Hungry? Thirsty?” He caressed her back from the top of her neck down her spine to just above her ass.
“I’m …” Her stomach growled loudly, answering the question for her. They both laughed.
“Hungry, huh? I’ll go get you something. Why don’t you take a shower, if you feel up to it. I laid out some clothes for you on the nightstand.”
“Okay. Thank you, Liam.” She gasped when Liam suddenly turned her around and brought her body up against his.
“I will always care for you, for your needs. All of your needs.” His voice was deep and husky. He kissed her soundly before releasing her and leaving the bedroom. He was still wearing just his towel, and if the way it tented in front was any indication, he was fully aroused.
“Oh boy.” She felt heat rise to her cheeks. She quickly grabbed the clothes he had left for her and went into the bathroom.
The shower felt so good. It was a luxury she had not experienced in five years. There was also a sunken bathtub that called to her, but she decided she would save taking a long bath for later. She knew Liam would be coming back and she needed to hurry up and finish her shower.
She turned the water off and dried herself with a towel. She reached for the clothing and frowned. It was a dress. There was no underwear or bra either. Fuck. She heard him returning to the bedroom and quickly pulled the dress on.
It was long and flowing, with thin, stretchy straps. It was a little long on her, but she tied some knots in the straps, which brought the bottom hem up a little so at least she wouldn’t trip over it. The top of the dress was more form-fitting, so she didn’t need a bra and the skirt had several layers so no one would be able to tell that she wore no underwear. She noted that the light blue color brought out the blue of her eyes. She looked at herself in the mirror as she brushed her hair and frowned.
She hadn’t seen her reflection in nearly five years. Sure, she had seen her image reflected in the windows of the sub cars, but she hadn’t really bothered to look at herself. She was very pale, there were dark circles under her eyes, and she was really thin. She snorted. She actually looked like one of those fashion models she had seen in her younger sister’s beauty magazines. She had the complexion, too, but she didn’t have the height. But her looks were haunting. She thought she looked like a ghost. What could Liam see in her?
Liam knocked on the door. “Maggie, I have some food for you.”
She took a deep breath and opened the door. Liam was busy setting out plates of food on a small table in the corner with two chairs. He turned around to look at her and froze in place. She ran her hand down the front of the dress. Did she look bad or something?
“It’s a little long and the top kind of tight ” she said nervously.
“You look lovely. I asked some of our uniform makers to stop by to get your measurements so that they can get you more clothes that fit properly.” He tore his eyes away from her breasts, which swelled invitingly at the edge of her dress’s top. “Maybe you should remain here until they can get the right size clothes for you.”
She wasn’t sure what to make of that. But she liked the way he looked at her. “What food do you have?”
“Jared wasn’t sure what foods you were able to eat underground so he told me to try a few different human foods. Our cooks have been learning the different foods and recipes. We don’t have exactly the same kind of meat, but some should taste similar.” He lifted the cover off the first plate.
“Is that … steak?” she asked. She felt like she was drooling. She walked on wobbly legs over to the chair and sat down.
“It is similar, and I have been told by some human liaisons that it tastes almost the same as your cow products.” He lifted the next cover and revealed a fish-like thing. There were several bowls with soup, some bread, … and then he lifted the last cover. “This I was told is a must for all human women.”
“Chocolate cake?” Maggie thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head.
“With a side of vanilla ice cream.” He indicated the little bowl next to the cake.
She reached for the dessert first and had to fight against gorging herself with it. He raised his eyebrow at her. “I’ll eat the steak next. But I haven’t had chocolate in five years.” She took a spoonful and moaned as the rich flavor hit her taste buds.
***
“Mmm … oh God, yes.” Her head tilted back and she felt the ice cream and chocolate slide down her throat.
“I like the sounds you make,” Liam said. He was fighting every instinct he had to take her in his arms and claim her. The sounds she was making reminded him too much of the noises he imagined she would make during sex. Every moan seemed to stroke his shaft. He moved closer, taking the spoon so that he could feed her the cake and ice cream. “Do you like that, Maggie?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want more? You have to ask me.”
“Please, give me more Liam.” Her eyes seemed to glaze over.
“Take it from me, Maggie.” Liam put a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth and leaned over to kiss her.
The flavor combination of Maggie and sweet ice cream was his undoing, and hers.
“Liam, I want more.”
Chapter 11
Liam reached for her hips and lifted her, seating her firmly in his lap. He tasted her sweet lips like a starved man. He reached up and pulled on the thin straps to the dress, which snapped in half easily. He lowered the top, revealing her luscious breasts. No woman had ever been as beautiful as she was to him. He wanted to bury himself deep within her but he wasn’t sure she was ready for that.
“You were fifteen when you had to go to the subway for shelter?” Liam asked, trying to get himself under control.
“Sixteen.”
“You never had sexual relations with a man before that?” The feel of her skin was delicious.
“No.” She shook her head.
“Have you had sex at all? Maybe with that Corey?” He couldn’t understand human men. Maggie was gorgeous, even as underweight as she was.
“Corey is only a friend.” She leaned forward, rubbing her cheek against the side of his face.
“But you have had sex before?”
She pulled bac
k. “It wasn’t consensual and only happened once.”
He stopped touching her. “Maggie?”
She looked away. “I hadn’t been underground for a full year before it happened. It was partly my fault for not being more careful of the my surroundings.”
He pulled her tighter against him. “It is never a woman’s fault if she is forced. I want the name of the man who did this to you.”
She laid her head against his shoulder. Her voice sounded quiet, vulnerable. “It was handled. I don’t want to talk about it right now. I don’t want this time with you tainted with the ugliness of my past.” She took his face in her hands and made him look into her eyes. “Show me what it’s supposed to be like between a man and a woman who care for one another.” The rest of their was forgotten.
***
Maggie kissed him tentatively. She loved the way he tasted. He responded immediately, and, emboldened, she opened her mouth and caressed his tongue with hers. She pulled away and nibbled on his jaw.
Liam lifted her in his arms and carried her over to his bed. He slowly removed her dress and his shirt. Then he lay down next to her and pulled her against him. She shivered from the skin-on-skin contact. “Shhh … its okay, little one. Just get used to the feel of me.”
She liked the way he took his time with her, making sure she was okay with each step. But her body was heating up and she was starting to feel an ache inside, an ache she knew only he could ease. She was becoming desperate for him to ease it.
He kissed her again and made his way down her neck, down her delicate collarbone, down further to her breasts. He paused to admire her. “You are so beautiful.”
She gasped as he took one of her nipples in his mouth to suckle while his fingers teased her other nipple. She wrapped her arms around the back of his head, arching up to offer more of herself to him. He nibbled and teased and plucked, causing her to moan with need. He finally released her with a pop and blew warm breath over her wet tips.
“Liam.”
He wasn’t done teasing her. He kissed his way down her stomach. His fingers moved to tease her pussy lips. He slipped a finger into her slick depths, moving in and out. She could feel how tight she was inside, her inner walls almost trying to push him back out of her. But by the time he added a second finger, her body had relaxed and welcomed his intrusion.
“You are so tight, so wet for me. Does this feel good to you?” He pumped his fingers in and out with slow and steady strokes. He plunged as deep as his fingers would go. But it wasn’t enough for either of them.
“Please, Liam, I need more.” She pleaded with him as she tugged at his remaining clothes.
“Me too.” He helped her unbutton his pants but was too desperate to have her to move off of her completely. He fumbled to open the top of his pants enough to allow his manhood to spring free, but he paused to make sure she was ready for him.
He tested her opening again, moving greedy fingers in and out of her. Oh yes. She was ready and his patience was at an end. He removed his fingers despite her protest and moved up her body to hover over her. His cock was paused at the entrance and he allowed her juices to wet his shaft. Then he pushed his member slowly into her channel.
“Fuck! You feel so good.” He was shaking a little.
“Are you okay?” Maggie asked, concerned at his strained expression. Was sex painful for a man? She didn’t think it would be.
“I’m just … struggling against my instincts. I want to plunge into you, fast and deep. But you’re not ready for that yet.” She felt him move further inside until he was fully seated. Sweat had broken out over his forehead.
She wiggled a little but he grasped her hips to hold her still. “Not yet. Let your body get used to mine first. Kiss me.”
Maggie pulled his head down to her and kissed him. Her discomfort was forgotten as pleasure swirled from their lips all the way down to the spot where their bodies were connected. It was such a full feeling, but not unpleasant. She moved against him and pleasure spiked. She tilted her head back and moaned.
“You’re ready now,” Liam breathed as he began moving in and out in a similar rhythm to how had used his fingers earlier. Except his shaft was much longer and wider, and the friction of him rubbing on her inside walls made sparks of fire spread throughout her entire body.
Maggie tried to match his movements and pace. Everywhere he touched on her body felt more alive. She had no idea sex could be this intense or this pleasurable.
Something was building inside of her, trying to find a way out. She wrapped her arms around Liam’s back and slowly dragged her nails across his muscles. He must have liked that because he moaned and increased his thrusts. She scratched him again and he lowered his head to nuzzle the side of her neck.
She turned her head to the side to give him more access to her. The pillow had fallen off the bed along with the sheets. She didn’t care, though, because she was on fire, burning so hot she thought she might combust.
“Please.” She begged him for relief from the building fire, from the intense pressure inside of her.
“Almost, amahala,” he whispered against her skin.
Maggie felt his fingers touch her sensitive labia. He brushed and teased until Maggie cried out in release. He soon followed her, filling her with his seed. It seemed to go on forever, little rivulets of pleasure shivering through their bodies, wringing them dry. Finally they both collapsed on the bed side-by-side, breathing heavily. She felt a warm satisfaction fill her entire being. She had never felt as close to another person as she did at that moment with Liam. She turned to look at him and smiled at the expression of satisfaction on his handsome face.
“That was …” Maggie couldn’t form the right words.
“ … incredible.” Liam finished for her.
“Yes.” She liked how they were still connected, skin to skin. It felt like she was a part of him and he was a part of her.
She snuggled her face against his shoulder and sighed as he gently caressed her back. She loved the way he touched her and how he made her feel desirable. She loved everything about Liam. She was falling in love with him. The thought shook her. She had only known him for a short time, but she felt so much for him already.
“That was so much better than anything I ever fantasized about,” she told him. She suddenly felt self-conscious about her inexperience. “I know you’ve probably had hundreds of women, but for me, nothing could have been better.”
He laughed, but coughed to try to cover it up. “I have not been with hundreds of women. I have been with many throughout the years, it’s true. But that was a hundred times better than any of my other experiences. Mainly because it was with you. You are my amahala, so every touch and kiss means more to me.”
“What does ‘amahala’ mean? You’ve said it to me a few times.”
“It is Drastan for my love. You are my love, we are destined to be love mates.”
She was a little shocked, but at the same time deeply pleased. This wasn’t just a one-time thing for him. “How do you know? We have not known each other very long.”
“There are different signs. For one, I cannot stand the thought of another touching you. It sends me into a rage. I think about you all the time. I wonder whether you are happy, if you need something. I have this overwhelming desire to take care of you. You make me smile just thinking about you. There are so many things that tell me you are the one for me. But how do you feel about me?”
She felt the heat rise to her face. “The same. I can’t seem to get enough of you,” she admitted.
He sighed with relief. “That is to be expected. I am not sure how it is for humans, but my people go through a bonding phase. We need to mate constantly, wear each other’s scent.”
“Give me a few minutes to recover and I’ll be ready for some more mating.” She giggled.
He chuckled. “Take your time. We have all night. We can talk and learn more about one another.” Her stomach growled making them both laugh. “We need
to finish our meal first. Then we can learn everything about one another.”
“Okay. But let me warn you, there is very little to know about me.”
“Would you … tell me about your first time?”
She shifted uncomfortably. “It’s not a pleasant story to tell.”
He pulled her tighter against him. “You are safe with me. Please tell me what happened.”
She reluctantly told him about getting to the showers too late and how she was taken by surprise. She wouldn’t say the name of her assailant no matter how many times he asked.
“Why won’t you tell me who this man is?” He asked.
“What would you do if you had his name?”
“Hunt him down and kill him for hurting you,” he answered honestly.
She leaned up on her elbows and smiled at him gently. “That’s why. Not to protect him, to protect you. The man was kicked out of my tribe, which was considered basically a death sentence.”
“But he didn’t die, did he?”
“No, unfortunately, I still see him from time to time. It was worse right after …”
He looked at her intently. “After what?”
She looked away from him unable to watch his expression. “Right after I lost the baby.” She said quietly. She felt his strong fingers on her chin as he turned her face to look at him. She saw pain in his eyes.
“He forced you sexually and got you with child?”
“Yes. I hated him so much. But I loved my baby. I was scared shitless when I realized I was pregnant. I was clueless teenager. Thankfully my friend Lily was there to help me accept it. I started to look forward to being a mom. I would finally have a new family. Someone that would love me and I them.”
“What happened?”
“I was sick, my body rejected the baby. I was barely five months pregnant when I miscarried. Then I was sick from all the blood loss. I almost died, too. Sometimes I wish I had, so I could be with my little Darla.”
“You named the baby Darla?” he asked quietly.
