Page 52 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
As if sensing my turmoil, he rubbed my back comfortingly. I placed my leg between both of his, blushing when his package pressed against my thigh. His scent and warmth were so comforting, and that emptiness that had accompanied me every night in bed for the last three years was somewhat lifted. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to ask him so many things, but the fear that if I opened my mouth, I’d start crying kept me silent.
Talk to me, Bite-size,his voice came through the link. My lip quivered.
“Tell me what’s on your mind.” He asked softly.
“I wish things could be simple. I understand your point, too. I just don’t want anyone hurt, but I realised that even together, someone will feel hurt often,” I whispered.
“Don’t think about it. Damon and I will figure this shit out,” he said coldly, and although he said that, I knew the meaning was not the same as what Damon had meant. “Tell me, Bite-size, do you feel the exact same way about both of us?” I shook my head.
“You both are opposites; Damon is like that soothing warmth of security, happiness, and safety,” I said, finally looking up at him. “I know he’ll always be that friend I can just be myself around.” His jaw ticked and he raised an eyebrow. “And you... you consume me. I can’t think straight when I am around you. You are the promise of unconditional love and passion…” I blushed, looking down once more.
“I’m waiting, love.”
“I lose my mind around you. You’re that electricity that keeps me on edge, fulfils me, and I know that you will always protect me from anything and everything.” I looked up slowly, and he smirked.
“So basically, Damon’s a friend, and I’m the mate material,” he said, and I could sense his satisfaction.
I frowned, looking away. Did I think about kissing them both when awake? Maybe a few times here and there, but it was the emotional connection that I yearned for. Yes, maybe sexually, I thought of Liam more, a lot more... but that was because our dynamic had always been different, I always saw him as someone I loved sexually, whilst I saw Damon as a friend first.
“The bond is there.”
“But without it, if you had to choose-”
“Liam… let’s not do this,” I pleaded.
“Fine, as I said, we’ll figure it out,” he said coldly.
I love you, Liam. I want to help you.He was going through so much...
I hugged him tighter, feeling him throb against my leg but I still didn’t let go of him. His scent, the way his body moulded so perfectly with mine…
A silence fell between us, and I could sense his irritation lessening.
“Tell me how you got your scar,” I whispered, not daring to look up. He let out a slow breath, as if pondering where to start.
“It was on one of our training visits up North. Some of the boys and I were out for some drinks, and there was this alpha who was being a fucking dickhead towards us. He was from another country, so obviously, British pack laws under Alejandro didn’t apply to him, and he was acting like a fucking entitled dipshit. He was too fucking full of himself, and I needed to vent… I may have underestimated him a little as he was carrying a blade laced with poison and was trying to gouge my eye out. I managed to do a number on him with his own fucking knife, too, until Rayhan pulled me off him,” he said, not sounding very impressed. I jerked back, staring up at him shocked.
“Liam… you have never been so impulsive.” I was shocked.
“Yeah… well, things change,” he said, his voice cold once more. Even then, despite the coldness in his voice, his embrace was warm. He looked down at me. Raising one hand, he brushed my hair back, sending tingles of pleasure through me.
“I like this colour better,” he said quietly, “and the length.”
My heart skipped a beat, my stomach fluttering at his compliment as he pushed my bangs back off my forehead, looking into my eyes. I always kept them long so I could hide behind them if needed. Our hearts raced and as much as I wanted to kiss him, I wasn’t ready for more.
“Thanks… so I see you got a tattoo. What’s it of?” I asked curiously.
“Is that your way of asking me to strip?” He asked, caressing my leg.
“No,” I said, trying to ignore his tantalising touch.
“I’ll show it to you sometime,” he said, his gaze falling on my lips once again.
“Liam... have you noticed your eyes sometimes darken? Like, not your wolf’s eyes, I mean, they go really dark, like navy?” I asked hesitantly. The slight softness that had been in his eyes vanished and he looked at me sharply, frowning.
“No, what do you mean?”
“When you tore my shirt… your eyes weren’t normal,” I said softly. Reaching up, I caressed his jaw. The prickle of his stubble felt good against my fingertips. I didn’t want him to get angry, but it was eating up at me. His brows knitted together, and he clenched his jaw.
