Page 85 of An Omega for the Lycan Prince
“What?” I chuckle. “Don’t be silly. Lauren didn’t.”
“Lauren is a dumbass and definitely doesn’t count as everyone,” he says firmly. “Everyone likes you,” he emphasizes. “You are likable. People want to befriend you. Wolves, humans, and I bet even vampires or whatever other creatures there are.”
“Everyone likes you too,” I point out, feeling confused.
“No, they like my rank, my looks, but they don’t like me. Finn is different. He is more outgoing. He is an idiot sometimes, and Father hates his rebellious attitude. But despite his punk image, he can get to know people easily. You think you are too normal? I can reassure you; you aren’t. I’m the normal one. I have the blandest personality ever.”
It slowly dawns on me what he is talking about. He said to me once how he doesn’t like big gatherings, how it’s stressful for him to talk to too many people at once. He is an introvert. I could tell him he is only imagining things, that people want to befriend him for him, not for his money or rank. I could try to convince him that there is nothing bland about him. Being quiet and composed, being an introvert doesn’t mean being bland. Not being into parties and instead liking to read… doesn’t mean boring. But my whole life, I grew up with people not taking my insecurities seriously. Everyone kept telling me: you only imagine it, Annie, it’s not true Annie, come on Annie, don’t be silly Annie, you are perfect the way you are, Annie. They all meant well, always, but it was just words to me. It didn’t make my insecurities go away. I can’t do the same to my mate. Like I grew up thinking I wasn’t good enough, he grew up thinking the same. “You don’t befriend people easily?” I ask instead.
“I find it difficult to talk to others. I don’t know what to say most of the time.”
It’s just a façade, I think. The whole cold demeanor, the stern dignity. It’s just because he doesn’t know how to open up. “But you are talking to me. You befriended me.”
“Of course, I did,” he smiles. “As I said, everyone wants to be your friend.” He pauses. “Truth is, I was head over heels when I found out you were my mate. I have been waiting so long for you. And maybe it’s selfish to say that… I know mates are not only lovers, but with the deep bond they share, they are obviously also the closest friends. I always knew my mate would be my friend too.”
The look in his eyes makes it harder for me to breathe as my chest tightens up suddenly. “I would have befriended you even if we weren’t mates.”
He smiles warmly. “You would have, I know. Anyone could use a little bit of Annie in their life, but I’m glad I hold that little diamond in my hands.”
His words warm my heart. I can feel my chest tightening. It almost hurts. Staying away from him hurts so much. Even now, when I’m sitting next to him, I can feel every fiber of my body longing for him. I gather my courage, reaching out my hand and brushing a strand of hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear.
“I’m not even that pretty,” I say quietly.
“You are,” he states simply. “Your smile lights up every room you walk into.”
For a moment, we just look at each other. Suddenly, I feel my walls crumble, my fear suddenly gone.
I freaking want to feel his teeth on my neck and him inside me.
“The hell with it,” I breathe out and straddle him.
He must have realized the change within me as he immediately puts one hand on my back and the other against my butt.
Liam growls. “You are not wearing any panties underneath?”
I grab his hand on my butt and lead it into my shorts. “See for yourself,” I say teasingly.
“Fuck, Annalise,” he curses. “I’m not going to stop this time. If you have any doubts, now is the time to say so.”
Instead of an answer, I tug his shirt off his body, glad that he kept it unbuttoned. “I’m not wearing a bra either,” I whisper.
“So, you don’t want to meet my parents before we mate,” he pants. “You were all about them accepting you before.”
“As long as you accept me, I’m fine. I don't need anything other than your love and acceptance.” I raise my arms to allow him to undress me. “Fuck me,” I tell him boldly. “Mate me the way you wanted to on the first day.”
He growls at my words. My breasts are free for him to do as he pleases once he sets them free from the fabric of my pajama top. He attacks one of my nipples with his lips and teeth immediately, making me moan in pleasure.
I’m prepared for this. I’m so ready. On the nightstand, I put a package with condoms and lube. It was an interesting and new experience to visit a… sex shop. I took Dave with me as back-up because I needed his advice.
This is it. I’m ready, more than ready.
Liam has pulled me on his lap now, sucking and playing with my nipples. I love the way it’s slightly painful yet also so arousing. He knows it. He knows how sensitive I am and uses it to his full advantage, and goddess, he does it so well!
I can feel his erection growing in his pants, and it pushes me further. I move my hips, rubbing against him. My movement makes him moan, his eyes darkening with pleasure.
He moves both his hands down to my butt, pulling my shorts up until they disappear between my butt cheeks, which causes an arousing friction between my legs. One hand kneads and teases my butt, and the other finds its way to my wet pussy. A shiver runs down my spine when he touches me. I didn’t even notice how much I was craving his touch. “Liam,” I moan, dropping my head back while he continues his ministrations. This time, he is more forward, a bit rougher, sending one shiver after another through my body.
He kneels up with a swift movement and lays me down on my back. I raise my hips slightly so he can finally free me from my shorts. Then I tug at his impatiently. “Get them out of the way,” I huff.
