Page 4 of Give Me You
Where I find Zaden and most other Alphas annoying, Liam makes me feel something entirely different. We had a thing months ago, back when I was still trying to get pregnant. He was one of the many men I let myself fall into bed with, but unlike the others, he's someone I very much still use when the time is right. Right now? That's exactly what I need.
I stalk over to the table, my pulse quickening with every step. Akira, Liam's brother, is sitting across from him. They look identical, save for their hairstyles. Akira's hair is longer, falling to his cheek on one side, while Liam's is cut short, cropped around his head. Both of them are covered in tattoos, dark ink crawling up their necks and shoulders in matching patterns. They're both Alphas, both dangerous in their own ways, and both entirely too attractive for their own good.
Akira grins when he sees me, his eyes glinting with amusement. "The man of the hour coming to visit us peasants."
I snort, rolling my eyes. "Only because my fucking brother can't get his head out of his ass. What did you bring here today?"
Akira leans forward, resting his elbows on the table between them. "Just a small batch of that new mild heat drug. Safe in small quantities. Promise, scouts honor."
I raise an eyebrow. "I'll be the judge of that. We have a new investor here, so I need to make sure it won't be in conflict with anything. Excuse me, I need to borrow your brother."
Akira laughs, waving a hand dismissively. "By all means. I can't get the fucker to stop talking."
I laugh despite myself, the sound surprising me. It's the first time I've felt anything close to relaxed all night. I look over at Liam, who stands without saying a word. He doesn't need to. We both know what this is.
It's all under the guise of showing Liam where the security will be stationed, of course. He works as Akira's enforcer and his security, so with such a big evening for Neon Dreams, it makes sense that I would ensure he understands all of the ins and outs. However, that's the last thing on my mind right now.
We barely turn the corner before Liam speaks, his voice full of the same concern that was on Otto’s face. "Hey, what's wrong, Mili?"
I grimace, my cheeks heating at the nickname. "I told you not to call me that."
He gave me that name months ago, amongst many of the other pet names he whispered in my ear when we were tangled up in bed together. It's embarrassing how much I like it, how much it makes my stomach flip every time he says it. The enforcer steps up closer to my back, his presence warm against me, and I walk a little faster toward one of the private rooms at the end of the VIP wing.
I push through the door, Liam following and closing it behind us. The moment the lock clicks, the noise from the club is muted, leaving just the two of us now, the tension in my chest easing slightly. Liam slowly pulls me back to his chest, his arms wrapping around me, and I let out a little sigh I didn't mean to make.
Being held by an Alpha shouldn't feel this good. I hate myself for being weak and needing this, for letting my biology dictate what I want. But I can't help it. Liam nuzzles the back of my head, his breath warm against my hair, my lids fluttering closed.
"Talk to me," he murmurs. "What's going on?"
I shake my head, trying to pull myself together. "We don't need to talk. Just fuck me, okay?"
Liam's grip tightens a bit, his voice dropping lower. "That's the only stipulation I have, Mili. You tell me what's wrong, and then I knot you like your greedy little hole needs."
I bite back a whimper, my body already responding to his words. My hands come up to grip his arms, and I hate how desperate I sound when I speak. "Zaden is trying to take over my shit again, okay? Happy?"
"Not really," Liam says, his tone becoming more serious. "Because he's always doing that. What happened today?"
I hesitate, my throat tightening. I don't want to tell him that my investors don’t want to support me because I’m fucking pregnant. I don’t want to tell him that I need this because too many people brushed against me on the main floor and now I just need something familiar. "I… I don't want to tell you. I can't. Just fuck me, please?"
The words come out like I'm pleading, and maybe I am. I need the distraction, the release, the way Liam makes me forget about everything else for a little while. I need his touch, his scent, the way he holds me like I'm something precious, even though we both know this is just physical.
Liam is quiet for a moment, and I’m sure he's going to push me for more answers. But then he just sighs, his warm breath fanning my neck again. "Okay, okay. I got you, pretty boy."
The relief that floods through me is almost overwhelming. I turn in his arms, pressing my body against his, and Liam cups my face in his hands. His dark eyes search mine, looking foranswers he won’t find. He doesn't like that I'm keeping secrets from him. But he's not going to force me to talk about it either, and I love him a little bit for that.
Not that I'd ever tell him.
Liam leans down and kisses me, leaving the gentleness from before behind us. It's rough and demanding, his teeth catching my bottom lip as his hands slide down to grip my hips. I moan into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his short hair and let myself get lost in it. The stress of the meeting, the threat from Charles, the lie I told about having an Alpha, all of it fades into the background as I let Liam have control.
He walks me backward until my back hits a small table, his body pressing against mine. I can already tell he's hard, the thick line of his cock pressing against my stomach, the need to have him inside me growing with every passing moment. I want his knot stretching me open, filling me up until I can't think about anything else.
Liam pulls back just enough to look at me. "You sure this is what you want right now?"
"Yes," I breathe, my hands sliding down to tug at his belt. "Please, Liam. I need this."
He searches my face for another moment, and then he nods. "Alright, Mili. I got you."
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