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“Um… four? No, five. And I’m pretty sure that at least some of them were in those files you had on your desk. But that wasn’t my point. My point was that I know… I know things look kind of grim now with your family, but I think if we give it a little time that maybe they’ll come around.”
He smiled, but she didn’t think he believed her.
“And I know things have been really crazy, but as long as we’re together I’m pretty sure we can get through anything. warlocks, woods, or what-have-you,” she said and at last his smile got bigger. “And I have missed you, my wolf,” she continued, working her hands under his sweater and shirt to his skin. She stretched up to kiss him and he eased over the couch to slowly tackle her into the sofa cushions.
“How much have you missed me, Little Red?” he murmured, unbuttoning her shirt that was really a shirt of his that she’d borrowed after a shower. She’d been intending to change but hadn’t gotten around to it. They weren’t going anywhere, so what was the point?
“Hmmm,” said Scarlet, as he ran his tongue across her collar bone. “Quite a bit?” she offered. He growled and nipped at her nipple, making her gasp and smack at his shoulder. He kissed and sucked on it penitently.
“How much did you miss me?” he asked again as he worked her underwear off, his tongue trailing across her belly.
“Very, very much, lots,” said Scarlet as his tongue got closer to where she wanted it to be. He looked up at her, his eyes dancing in amusement.
“Very much lots,” he said. “That’s a significant amount.”
“Yes,” she moaned as he licked along her thigh. “So very much lots.”
He laughed and then moved in closer and breathed out, warming her pussy with his breath before flicking out his tongue.
“Oh, Goddess,” she moaned. His tongue was a miracle. A work of art. A thing of a beauty. She rocked with his every flick and lap, giving herself up to him. She buried her hands in his hair and closed her eyes.
“Wolf, Wolf, yes, Wolf, yes!” She was half falling off the couch, panting and writhing as he brought her to peak after peak. His rhythm began to change going faster and doing whatever it was that made her tingle everywhere. She came with a gasp, clutching and clawing at Liam as they slipped off the couch and fell onto the carpet.
He rolled her over and she found herself on her hands and knees. “Wolffff, ohhhh.”
He teased her with his cock, letting it drag across her pussy.
“Do you want me?” he asked and she could hear that he was smiling.
“You know I do,” she gasped. “Please, Wolf, please.” She was practically frantic to have him inside her, but he continued to tease her.
“Wolf,” she panted, “Wolf, I swear…” she broke off as he eased into her. He groaned in pleasure and she would have agreed with him but it was all she could do to keep from dropping to the floor.
She arched as he pulled her hair and she came again. He gave her a moment and then began to pound into her in earnest. She could feel herself building again, her entire body seemed to vibrate.
“Red,” he growled, “Red!”
Liam reached underneath her, put his knuckle right against her clit. With each thrust the swollen nub hit his knuckle with pleasure generating force that left her shaking. She wanted to scream out her satisfaction but was breathless. He thrust again and again and she came with a wordless cry that left her face down in the carpeting. He came after she did and landed on top of her with a satisfied grunt.
“Scarlet,” he said, quietly, wrapping his arms around her. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Liam,” she whispered, and put a little love bite on the hand nearest to her. He growled his rumbliest, happiest growl and Scarlet smiled.
But later, when he was asleep, she crept out of bed and snuck his phone off the dresser. Once she was in the bathroom with it, she flipped through the address book until she found Paxton’s number. She wasn’t sure she could fix Liam’s family, but at least she could make sure he didn’t lose his connection to his brother.
Episode 24
New Paths
Paxton
Paxton stared at his room and the boxes that he’d put in it. He thought it looked believable. He began to put away all the random childhood memorabilia. He probably needed to clean out a lot of that stuff anyway. His childhood had become visual wallpaper and he needed to put it away and make room for being an adult.
“What are you doing?” demanded his mother, from the doorway.
“I am packing,” said Paxton, without turning around. He moved a model airplane from the dresser and into a box.
“Putting some things away,” she said, her voice refusing to make it a question.
