Page 114 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
“I hope it tastes as good. I haven’t baked in a while,” he admitted, bending down. He kissed my neck, sending a rivet of pleasure through me, tucking the chair in. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him take the seat opposite me; in his light grey shirt, blue fitted jeans, and those bracelets and chains he wore... he looked so fucking hot.
His intense gaze met mine as he picked up the knife and cut a small slice of cake, he placed it on his plate before placing the rest of the cake in front of me. My eyes widened as he held out a small spoon.
“Eat until you’re sick,” he replied, smirking.
“Right from the plate?” I asked, staring at the delicious, fluffy cake before me, that sprinkle of icing powder begging to meet my lips. Why was this so fun!
“Yeah,” he said. As I took the spoon from him, our fingers brushed, and I bit my lip.
“Thanks. I’m going to eat like a pig, so don’t judge.”
“I’ve never judged before,” Liam said, taking the cap off of the thermos and pouring us both a mug of hot chocolate. I narrowed my eyes as he shook the can of cream.
“Hey, are you saying I’ve always eaten like a pig?!” I said pouting.
“Have you?”
“Of course not. I just love food at times. Like all the time.”
I watched him spray a generous amount of cream into both mugs before spraying some into his mouth. He licked his lips, raising his eyebrows at me as I found myself staring at him. Oh my...
Why was that so sexy?
Liam
Watching her sitthere, licking her lips as she watched me, made me smile slightly. She was gorgeous and fucking perfect. The way her eyes sparkled when she looked at the cake in front of her… that hint of cleavage that I could see... her hair framed her face, her bangs fell into her eyes, and she had smoky black makeup. Her scent enveloped me welcomingly.
As much as I wished that we could be forever, I had to prepare myself that maybe, just maybe, the curse wouldn’t break. I know I said I didn’t give a shit, but I would give a lot just to get to spend more time with her. I remembered what the book held, I had a pretty good photographic memory, but there was nothing that seemed to hold the answer, no matter how many times I replayed it in my head. That was why, in this crappy time that surrounded us, I wanted to fulfil the promises I had made to her long ago… or at least some of them, no matter how fucking mundane they were.
Watching her eat that cake, the smile on her face, the way she seemed to forget I was there, it was worth it… because I also saw the conflict she felt when she was herself around me. Her guilt towards Damon was forever there, and it fucking hurt.
She licked her lips and, fuck, did I want them on me. It was clear she was a tad more innocent than she acted. I mean, she did snag a feel of my dick, but I was only half turned on. My poor little pint… how the hell were she and Kia friends? Raven talked naughtily, but clearly, she was all talk. That was cute. I’d corrupt her completely.
If I have time,that negative voice at the back of my head came. My mood darkened, but I pushed it away.
Not today…
“This cake is so good, it’s even better than I remember,” she said, looking at me, her eyes filled withhappiness. I just hoped she wasn’t hiding her true emotions from me. She discarded her spoon, breaking some cake with the knife and bit into it instead. “It’s so much more fun to eat with your fingers.”
She was about to lick the cream off her fingers, but I grabbed hold of her wrist, tugging it towards me. Her heart was thumping as I ran my tongue over both her fingers before I took them in my mouth, making her sigh as I sucked on them sensually. The sweet taste of cream and icing sugar filled my mouth. She bit her lip, her heart pounding, but she didn’t tug away. I ran my tongue along the tips of her fingers before taking her pinky in my mouth and sucking gently. A small whimper left her lips, and she wriggled in her seat.
I tilted my head, slowly kissing her inner wrist before I let go of her. I’d let her eat her cake first…
Half an hourlater, Raven and I were cuddled up on the sofa. I couldn’t stop teasing her. She had eaten the entire thing, although she gave me a few bites, and I knew her tummy was hurting.
“Don’t laugh, it hurts,” she pouted, a hand on her stomach.
“Really, why eat it all?”
“Hey, you gave it to me!” She said, sticking her tongue out. I leaned over, stroking her tongue with mine, making her eyes flutter shut and a soft sigh escape her.
“You weren’t forced to have it all,” I said with a smirk. She grabbed my T-shirt, stopping me from moving back as our eyes met, those irresistible sparks that coursed through me making my head fucking spin.
“Thanks… I loved it,” she said softly.
“I’m glad,” I said, lifting her onto my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, and she curled into me, resting her hand on my heart.
I knew, despite her being with me… her conscience always made her struggle… so I wouldn’t push her. As much as I wanted to take it further… it needed to be for the right reasons and when she was ready…
