Page 186 of An Omega for the Lycan Prince
“Never underestimate the wrath of an elderly woman,” I point out, amused. “I hope one day that will be us.”
“You mean old and throwing kitchen knives at each other?” she teases.
I grin. “I meant old and wrinkly and still together. We will have a bunch of grandchildren and great-grandchildren around us, and we will annoy them with our well-meant advice.”
“I’ll be one of those grannies who still dresses inappropriately for her age and goes clubbing,” she jokes.
“I think I might be that grumpy grandpa who complains non stop about the good old days and how everyone back then behaved better.”
She laughs, as always lighting up the room with her bright smile. It’s a real smile this time, not strained or forced. “A bunch of grandchildren, huh?”
“We haven’t talked about this,” I brush my hand over her arm. “I know you want to finish college first. But then…”
“I would love to have kids,” she smiles brightly. “At least three! Harmony, Steve, and I were three, and it was great.”
“Could be even more,” I muse.
“I knew you would want to have your own little football team,” she teases.
“Absolutely,” I say mock-earnestly.
She grins, turning over slightly to straddle me. “How about we practice a bit,” she whispers. “I don’t want my performance to be lacking for the real thing.”
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about your performance at all,” I whisper against her lips.
“Is that so?” she teases. “My Alpha is pleased with me?”
“Without a doubt.” I kiss her neck, sucking at the mark I left there. I can hear her draw in a sharp breath. “So, tell me, my Luna, what do you want to practice today?”
“Make me forget,” she bends down, claiming my lips. Then she shifts away slightly, pulling forward a box she has kept hidden under the sofa. When she opens it, there are silky blindfolds in them and a pair of high-quality ties. “I want to be at your mercy tonight. Just take me out of my head.”
I can’t help the growl that escapes my lips.
*ANNALISE*
I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck while he carries me to our bed. I decide to put it all in his hands today. I just want to let go of everything, allow my mind to float, and not think of anything else… tonight is going to be about him and how much I love him.
He lays me down on the bed. I watch him curiously as he takes the ties into his hands, running his fingers through them. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes keep watching me hungrily. I feel a shiver run through my body at his intense gaze. It feels like he is undressing me with his eyes, although I’m already naked in front of him. I shift around on the bed, stretching slightly. I have to fight the urge to spread my legs for him and beg for him to take me. We’ve only just begun.
He kneels on the bed, his fingers touching my face, turning it slightly to make me look at him. “Tell me to stop and I will instantly.” I nod. A smirk curls across his face while he brushes his finger over my lips. “Other than that, I don’t want you to utter a word unless I ask you something or you scream my name when you come.”
I can feel strings of nerves tugging in my stomach. The feeling is close to when I’m on a rollercoaster, and we are about to go down. Down. Down.
“Raise your hands above your head.”
I follow his direction, feeling his fingers around my wrists, brushing over them softly, before they are replaced with the slightly cool silky material of the ties I bought. Liam makes me stretch my arms a bit and secures the ties at the bedrest.
Then he is back in front of me, his fingers brushing over my breasts and neck, before tilting my chin upwards. He makes me lift my body a bit, as far as possible with the ties holding me back, pulling me into a kiss. When I drop down again, I can see the blindfolds in his hands. He bends down again, kissing my chin, my lips, my cheek, and when I close my eyes, he kisses my eyelids too. Then my view is darkened by the dark-blue ties being fixed around my head, covering my eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers into my ear. Now that I can’t see him, I smell and hear him so much more intensely, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my body. As if to tease me, I suddenly feel his fingers rubbing over my pussy. The sudden touch makes me moan.
He keeps stroking me, not as softly as he normally does for foreplay, but who the fuck needs foreplay right now? His thumb circles my clit, rough to the touch, while he pushes three of his fingers inside me. I moan, writhing around as much as the ties let me. “Do you like that?” he asks me, his voice dark with arousal.
It’s so easy to allow myself to fall. “Yes, fuck, yes.”
He growls at the desperate tone of voice. He removes his fingers, and I moan at the loss of his touch. It’s silent for what feels like minutes. Liam is not moving nor saying anything, but my sharp ears catch his breath. This is torture, I swear. Lying there, legs spread open for him, knowing he is here and watching me. I have to fight the urge to call for him.
Don’t talk unless I’m told to.
