Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
She reached between them, stroking her clit. At the first touch, they both groaned, but he wasn’t done with her yet. Nor was she done with him. He continued to fuck her, driving in and out of her at a speed that took her breath away, but she didn’t want it to stop.
Teasing her clit, she felt the start of her orgasm building. She didn’t prolong it. There was no reason to. As he filled her, driving inside her over and over, she came, his name spilling from her lips.
Liam didn’t last long either. He joined her, spilling his seed inside her.
Resting her face against his neck, she laughed. “That was so good.” She flicked her tongue across his pulse. “So, so good.”
“I could get used to being inside your cunt all day and night.”
“That’s tempting.” She lifted up, cupping his face. “You’re really happy?”
“Babe, I want my life with you. No one else. You’re the only person I want.” He kissed her lips, sliding his tongue across them. She opened up to them, moaning as he kissed her deeply.
He slowly pulled out of her pussy and she felt his seed spill down her thigh.
“I think you’re going to need to start buying me some new panties.”
“Nah, they get in the way.” He used the torn shreds of her panties to clean her pussy. She gasped, closing her eyes as he touched her tender flesh. He didn’t throw her panties away. Instead, he pocketed them.
“You’re dirty,” she said.
“I don’t see you complaining.” He nibbled on her neck and she giggled.
“I’m not. I like you just the way you are. I’ve got no complaints.” She felt complete with Liam.
When she first learned of her impending marriage, she’d had nothing but regret. All her life, she’d been rejected and with Liam, she’d expected to feel the same way. Only, he’d not once pushed her away or looked at her like a freak. He’d wanted her.
That feeling was a heady one.
She knew she could live with it for the rest of her life.
“Do you know if it’s going to be a boy or girl?” Liam asked.
She giggled. “I don’t think our baby is even old enough to have any sexual organs.” She put her hand on her stomach. Liam stopped and pressed his hand next to hers.
“Can you feel it?” he asked.
“No, not yet. I know he or she is there. I don’t like calling our baby it.” She wrinkled her nose.
“We’re going to have to think of names.”
“Isn’t that bad luck?”
“I don’t believe in that kind of stuff.”
Jenny paused. “What … what if our child has my gift?” She looked at Liam, fear rushing through her body. “This is … it’s not easy. People are not as open as you. My father, even he hated it.”
Liam gripped her neck, silencing her with his lips. “Don’t. I’m not your father. I don’t see your gift as a curse or a pain. I see it as part of who you are. I don’t care that you talk to the dead, or that you see them. I wish I could see them with you. To know what you see. To be able to protect you.”
Tears filled her eyes. “How do you always say the right things?”
“I’ve got a talent for it.” He kissed her again. “If our child has your gift, then he or she will only ever know it as a blessing. I will talk to them, and I will make sure she or he only feels love.” At each point, he was so close to calling their child it.
He made her laugh.
“I’m so lucky to have you.” She kissed him back, hoping that one day, he could love her as much as she loved him.
“No, Jenny. I’m the lucky one. You’ll see it one day, and I hope you’re used to being around me so that you never want to leave.”
Chapter Eleven
“I don’t think this was the most sensible choice. We need more backup,” Ben said.
Liam removed the last of his clothes and stood tall, staring at his brother. “I told you, we can’t have any more backup. Too many bodies draw attention.”
“And a guy getting completely naked doesn’t do that in any way.”
“Stop being a pain in the ass and just keep an eye out, okay?”
Ben took the clothes he handed to him. “What are you supposed to be finding anyway? Some kind of old gold? Something ancient?”
“I’ll know it when I smell it.”
“Whatever.”
He glared at his brother, but rather than linger with the conversation, he transitioned from man to beast. Staring at his brother in his wolf form, Ben merely shook his head.
“You still don’t look like a big dog,” he said. “Ugly-looking thing that you are, I’m surprised your wife likes you.”
Liam turned on his heel and left, not bothering to complete the conversation. Nothing good could come of it, and besides, as his wolf, he couldn’t exactly speak either. Just a lot of grunting.