by Maia Dylan
He was standing staring at the hottest damn woman in the world, and he had no recollection of even getting to his feet. His mouth dried up completely and his tongue stuck to the roof his mouth when his very own wet dream walked toward him. When she reached him, she ran her hands down his pecs and abs, as she gently ground herself down to kneel in front of him. He expected her to roll her hips and rock back to stand in front of him, so he cried out when she surprised him by sucking his cock to the back of her throat.
“Fuck! God! Neve!” Her oral ministrations had him losing the ability to form cohesive sentences, and that ability soon fled. Now all he could do was groan and curse as she sucked him rhythmically, twirling her tongue over and around the head of his dick, before sliding him fully into her mouth and swallowing.
When he felt the muscles of her throat squeeze around him, he tugged warningly on her hair. “Baby girl, as much as I would love to come down your throat and watch you swallow every damn drop”—his labored breathing made his voice sand raspy—“I want to feel that beautiful naked pussy of yours wrap around me more than anything else in the world.”
Neve pulled off gently, lathing him with one last swipe of her tongue before she pushed to stand up and walked back a few steps. She looked at him and smiled the half smile of a woman that knew when she had her man exactly where she wanted him. “Did you like that, Liam?”
Liam went to step forward but stumbled when he realized his trousers had fallen to his ankles. Growling in impatience and ignoring her soft laughter, he kicked out of the trousers, toed of his shoes, and stripped naked using every ounce of his preternatural speed. When he stood before her naked and so damn aroused he knew that one touch from her and it would be all over, he had to clench his hands into fists, fighting to stay still under her gaze. Her eyes locked to his cock, and when she licked her lips he felt his tenuous grip on his control snap.
He reached her in one stride, placed his hands on the soft globes of her ass and lifted her up against him. They both groaned as her legs lifted and slid around his waist. He moved his mouth over hers, in a hot open-mouthed kiss, and when he felt her bite his bottom lip and suck it into her mouth his head began to swim. He walked with her until he could back her up against the wall of his living room.
He pulled back from the kiss, and looked into her desire glazed eyes. “Did I enjoy that? Christ, Neve. That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. Watching you dance like that just for me? Fucking slayed me. Then, to see you standing there in this wet dream of a lingerie set, looking like you do, putting every damn Victoria Secrets model I have ever seen to shame? That made me your slave. But the feeling of your hot, wet mouth wrapped so tight around my dick? I have no words, baby girl, there are just no words.”
Neve’s gentle smile saw her claiming the last remnants of his soul. “I’m on the pill, Liam. Come inside me, baby. Please. Come inside me?” Liam groaned at her words, wanting nothing more than that.
He reached beneath her to the hot wet heat of her pussy and gently moved the thin strip out of his way. “Goddamn, you are so fucking wet, Neve.”
“Just for you,” Neve groaned directly into his air, sucking his earlobe in mouth.
Liam groaned as he placed the head of his cock against the swollen heat of her pussy. He wanted to hold there for a moment, and enjoy the sensation of what was to come, but his Neve had a different idea. She dropped herself down so that she impaled herself on him, and he was buried to the hilt. Both of them crying out at the sensation.
Liam froze. Had he hurt her?
“Move! Liam, move your ass or I swear to god, I will douse you in cold water again!” Neve snarled as she ground against him.
Apparently he hadn’t hurt her at all.
Growling against her neck, Liam began to move. He lifted her slightly higher on the wall so that he could hold her still while he moved in and out of her. The feel of her pussy wrapping tight around him as he slammed home, and then squeezing him as he withdrew to hold him within her had him groaning.
He set a fast pace. One that had both of the rocketing toward completion. The room was filled with the erotic sound of flesh meeting flesh, punctuated with their groans and gasps of pleasure. Liam’s head swam with the effects of his orgasm building within him and the heady scent of sex that perfumed the air.
“Oh god, Liam…oh,” Neve gasped and he felt the walls of her pussy ripple around him. “Baby, I’m gonna…uhh…Liam!” She screamed his name as she came and his pussy squeezed rhythmically around him. Fuck. The feel of her coming so hard around his cock, the look of pure pleasure on her face and the sound of her screaming his name to the room all combined to drag his orgasm from him. He slammed his hips against hers and let go, roaring her name as he came harder than he had ever come in his life.
His entire body shuddered as he filled her, his bear roaring with satisfaction within him, knowing that she was being filled with his essence, and she would be covered in his scent.
Liam leant a little harder on her than he would have liked, but he suddenly found he had to lock his knees in order to stay upright. He figured it wouldn’t look so great if he crumpled to the floor with her.
Neve moaned as she lifted her head off his shoulder and leant back against the wall. “So, I’m going to take it that you liked my naughty knickers.” Liam laughed breathlessly as he nodded.
“That would be a yes, Ms. Hale. A fucking definite yes.”
“That’s good to know,” Neve gave him another of those wicked grin’s and he felt his cock twitch within her. From the way her eyes widened she must had felt it, too. “I figure I might just have to buy more sets, if that’s the reaction I’m going to get.”
Liam grinned as he lifted her from the wall. He loved that she didn’t even flinch at the move, totally trusting in his ability to take care of her. “Baby girl, I loved the lingerie, and you looked absolutely smoking in it, but I can’t wait to see you out of it.”
“I hate to tell you, Liam,” Neve said with a smile as he stepped into his bedroom and stood at the foot of his bed with her still wrapped around him. “There isn’t much of me left to see!”
Liam knelt one knee on the bed and lay down upon the mattress, he was still buried balls deep within her, with no desire to go anywhere. He held himself on his elbows, rolled his hips until just the head of his dick remained within her hot pussy, then pushing fully into her. Neve arched her neck, her mouth opened on a silent “O” as her eyes darkened with need.
“But, baby girl.” Liam started a slow and steady rhythm. “There are a whole lot of delectable delights I have yet to taste.” Neve bit her bottom lip and he couldn’t resist running the tip of his tongue along her lip and teeth. “And we ain’t leaving this bed until I’ve tasted every”—Liam pressed an open mouth to her neck—“last”—he ran his tongue up her the delicate curve of her neck—“one.” Liam slammed his lips to hers as he started to pound into her, determined to just that.
Chapter 5
Olwen fought to control the shudders that wracked her body, but to no avail. She was so tired and so damn cold she just wanted to curl into a ball and cry. But she wouldn’t. She knew if she did, it would simply give that merciless bastard pleasure and she would be damned if she would do that.
If she could have laughed then she would have, at the irony of her thoughts. She was pretty sure she was damned either way. Living in this hell, this Otherworld for as long as she had, it was amazing she hadn’t simply given in to Aeron long before now. Granted, it had become infinitely worse since her Elementals had started on their prophecy journey to free her.
Fighting against the sleep she desperately needed a little longer, she demanded that her brain work out the riddle Aeron had cheerfully imparted the last time he had syphoned her very life force from her. He had said that he had an end game. That he had played a card that would see her Elementals losing this mind game of theirs and the very thing that sits at the core of their power to solve the prophecy would be the one
thing that would lead to their downfall. Love.
Aeron was a narcissist. That was a given. But he also liked to gloat over the fact that you had all the answers ahead of time, you just hadn’t been smart enough or quick enough to solve it. Many times over the centuries she had seen the demon outwit opponents in the wars and battles he would wage for his own sick entertainment, and every time, he would posture and gloat, but within the conversation he would impart vital information that would have proved invaluable if his opponent had the wits to decipher it all.
She ran a shaking hand across her brow. She was so weak she was struggling to maintain her train of thought. She opened her mouth to draw breath and a sob slipped out. She bit her lip, desperate to keep the sound of her suffering to herself. She had been alone all her life, she had held her own and stood against Aeron at every turn, and damnit she was stronger than this! And despite the pep talk all she wanted to do was crawl into a ball and cry.
“Milady,” Olwen cried out at the voice, her eyes darting into every dark corner of her cell. “You have never stood alone. I have stood beside you and behind you every moment you have been in this place.” Rohan. God, just the sound of his voice made her ache.
“Have I slipped into insanity?” Olwen thought the question rather than ask it aloud. She figured Rohan’s voice was a figment of her imagination and she did not want Aeron to know just how close to the edge she was.
“No, my beloved. You are not insane,” Rohan’s deep voice answered her, and she took that as acceptance. She was insane. “You have always been stubborn, my love. Remember the time you insisted on riding your father’s horse despite the fact the beast had only just been broken?”
Olwen grinned as she was flooded with the memory. The horse had been magnificent, standing at twenty hands, pure black with the longest mane she had ever seen. As soon as she had seen the powerful stallion in the yard, she had coveted the animal and pestered her father’s stablemen to allow her to ride him. Rohan had caught wind of Olwen’s desire to ride the horse and had forbid her to even try it. But, Olwen had never been one to take orders.
Rohan had stepped into the horses training area, just as she had slide into the horse’s saddle. To give credit where credit was due, Rohan had stood still for the few moments the horse had tolerated her weight on him, but as soon as she had slightly squeezed her heels into the horses flank, the animal’s patience wore thin.
Olwen remembered hearing Rohan’s roar of fear and anger, at the same time the horse trumpeted its displeasure. She had managed to hold on as the horse reared the first time, and even the second, but it had been three times a charm and she had been thrown from the horse. She would have sustained more injuries than just the bruising she did if Rohan had not leapt across in front of the wooden rails she was heading for and took the brunt of the impact on the wood to his back.
“I do,” she answered gently. “I also remember that you allowed me to care for you whilst you healed from the three cracked ribs you sustained in saving me from that fence.” Olwen had found it hard to be angry at the horse after that. The stallion had given her a legitimate reason to spend time with Rohan, with the added bonus being that he was shirtless for most of the time.
“I loved that you would take care of me, hand feed me soup despite the fact I could feed myself, and read to me to keep me company.” Olwen sighed. Her imagination was stirring up some beautiful memories. But when she came crashing down to the reality of her situation, it made it just that much harder.
“I must be near the end.” Olwen’s tone was matter-of-fact and not at all tinged with fear or hesitation. She had fought long and hard, and she would go to her grave with her head held high that she had done everything within her power to save her Earth realm from the demon.
“No! No you are not near the end,” Rohan roared in her head and she winced at the pain it caused. Then she gasped as she realized she actually did feel pain when Rohan raised his voice. What on earth? How could a figment of her imagination hurt her? “Because”—Rohan’s voice came through a lot softer and tinged with apology—“I am not a figment of your imagination my sweet, sweet lady. I am with you, as I have been since the very beginning.”
Olwen swallowed the tears that thought brought. “If you have been with me, then why have you not spoken before now!” Olwen could hear the distress and hurt in her tone, but she refused to deny it or apologize for it. She was distressed and she was damn well hurt by his silence.
“Olwen, I have been speaking to you since the moment I crossed into the Otherworld. And from what I understand, that was less than a day after you. But you have never been able to hear me until now.”
Olwen frowned. “Why now, do you think?”
“Perhaps because the prophecy has started and is drawing to a close.”
“That makes a weird kind of sense I suppose. As my Elementals solve a portion of the prophecy, my tether to this place weakens.” Olwen started to feel a thread of hope light up within her. If Rohan was able to talk with her, and her Elementals were still fighting with everything within them, then she would do no less. “Where are you, my love?”
Rohan paused before he spoke, and Olwen tensed when she sensed there was much he didn’t want her to know. “I am not entirely sure, but I do know that any chance I have of being free of this place and having you back in my arms again, hinges on your Elementals doing what they must, and you being free.”
“Okay, then that’s what we will do.” Olwen felt a determination and strength she had long thought deserted her, flood her entire system. “And to do that, I need to work out what Aeron has done. What plan he has already set in motion that he believes will cause my Elementals to stumble at this final stage? And I will figure it out. Now that I know that the end is near, and there is hope of not just my freedom, but of securing yours as well, there is not a man, creature, demon or otherwise, on any realm, that’s going to stop me!”
* * * *
Neve was having the hottest damn dream of her life! Liam had worked his way between her legs, and lifted them up so that her knees were pushed toward her shoulders. Not the most comfortable position for sure, but what he was able to do to her pussy with his tongue now that she was basically completely open to him should have been outlawed.
She could feel an orgasm building within her, and from the sparks of pleasure shooting through her bloodstream it was going to be a doozy! Dream Liam took that moment to suck her clit into his mouth and flick his tongue against it, and she screamed his name as her release crashed over her unexpectedly. She could hear him growling against her even over her cries of bliss.
The moment she realized that she wasn’t actually in the throes of the wettest damn dream of her life, was when Liam surged up from between her thighs, placed her legs on his shoulders, and surged into her in one solid thrust.
“Oh, god!” Neve cried as her back arched up from the mattress. Her pussy still pulsing after her first orgasm, the nerve endings still vibrating from her orgasm, and with Liam buried balls deep within her, she felt every inch of him. She shuddered as he pulled out and plunged in again. “Liam, baby, that feels so good.”
“You looked so fucking sexy lying there, looking all hot and naked.” Liam panted as he moved his hips to move in and out of her with increasing force and speed. “My scent is all over you, and I figured you wouldn’t mind me waking you up the way I did. And from the way you screamed my name I know you enjoyed it.”
Neve grinned as she slid her hands to her own breasts and plucked at her nipples. In the three weeks that she and Liam had been lovers, she had learned a lot about his sexual likes and dislikes. He loved to watch her pleasure herself when he fucked her. She bit her lip, watching his eyes darken as she tugged, she took her right hand off and started to slide it down over her belly. Liam began to growl low in his chest.
When the tips of her flingers slid to the top of her pussy, sliding gently over the swollen nub of her clit, she cried out at the hot shards of delight ra
diated through her. She slid the tip of her middle finger over her clit and began to rub it gently, driving her arousal to such heights she felt her entire body begin to tense in anticipation of her orgasm.
“Fuck!” Liam growled through gritted teeth, and he leaned forward so that he drove just that little bit deeper inside her. With a twist of his hips he hit her G-spot.
“Liam!” she screamed as the combination of her clit being stimulated and her G-spot being stroked so precisely inside her, had her tumbling from the dizzying heights her desire had driven her and into another all-encompassing orgasm. She reveled in the sound of Liam’s roar of completion that vibrated through her. She loved the fact that he never held back with her. They had made love so many times over the past three weeks, and each and every time he made it very clear what he was feeling. He let her know through his words, his touch and the sounds he made that he was just as affected by her as she was by him. And it made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
When she finally had the strength to open her eyes again, and her heart beat and breathing rate had dropped into normal range, she found herself lying on top of her bear. She was sprawled across him and he had his arms wrapped tight around her, his hands running gently up and down her back. She loved him so damn much in these moments.
Her heart was in sync with his, her entire body hummed with the sated satisfaction that came with good, hard loving, and it was hard to tell when he ended and she began. “Mmmm, now that’s how you should wake a woman up from a deep sleep.” Neve grinned as she lifted her head to stare into his beautiful chocolate eyes. “I was so wrapped in what you were doing to me that I thought I might have been dreaming.”
