Page 87 of Pack Owned
“Uh-huh.” He doesn’t buy it, but he doesn’t push either. Instead, he shifts closer, his warmth enveloping me. “If you need a break, we can always just chill.”
“Thanks,” I whisper, grateful for his understanding yet aching for more.
“Kayla?” Liam’s voice is gentle, his hand reaching out to pause the game as he turns toward me, concern etched across his features. His fingers skim my cheek, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
I force a breath through my tightening throat. “It’s stupid,” I start, my voice soft, “but... I’m worried about being sore.”
His eyes soften, understanding flashing in them. “From earlier…with Ryker?”
I nod, feeling ridiculous because this is normal. The Omega Institute taught us that we’d be sore after our first time. But there’s something else, too, an edge, a familiar heat creeping up within me. I hesitate before adding, “My heat... it’s like a slow burn starting up again. I’m scared if we go any further, it’s gonna hurt or make things worse.”
Liam’s expression shifts, his eyes darkening—protective, maybe, or just filled with a raw need that mirrors my own. He leans in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
“You don’t ever have to be afraid with me. There are other ways to be close, Kayla. Ways that won’t cause you pain. If you’re willing to trust me.”
Trust. That word hits hard, stirring up a storm inside me. My heart races as I meet his gaze squarely, seeing nothing but sincerity there. I nod, unable to speak, desire drowning me.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my temple in a feather-light kiss that sends shivers over my skin. “Let me take care of you, little Omega.”
“Okay,” I breathe out, surrendering to the sensations, to the promise in his touch. The fear of pain recedes, overshadowed by the growing urgency of my desire.
“Good.” His smile is full of mischief and promise. “Kayla, I plan on making you feel so good, you’ll forget all about being sore.”
He holds my gaze, his fingers tracing patterns down my arm, igniting trails of fire along my skin. I lean into his touch, craving more, craving him.
“Seems like someone needs a little more attention,” Liam smirks.
My breath hitches at his words, the anticipation building within me. Every cell in my body screams for his touch, for the release only he can provide. As he shifts closer, I know I’m ready for whatever he has in store.
I’m caught in a haze of want, every nerve ending alive and thrumming with the promise of Liam’s touch. His lips trail down my neck, leaving a path of heat that pools in my already smoldering core. The way he worships my body, his hands exploring every curve, every dip—it’s overwhelming and exactly what I need.
“Tell me what you want, Kayla,” Liam whispers against my skin, his breath hot on my flesh.
“Your touch,” I manage to say, the words coming out as a desperate moan. “Please.”
“Shh,” he soothes, fingers dancing across my abs before sliding higher to cup my breasts. I gasp as he takes one nippleinto his mouth, sucking gently, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my clit. I arch my back, pressing into his mouth, silently begging for more. My skin is on fire, each pull of his lips stoking the flames.
Switching to my other breast, he mirrors the action, and I’m lost in the sensation. His fingers are relentless, teasing my clit in a rhythm that has me writhing beneath him. He’s everywhere, all at once, and it’s almost too much but not enough at the same time.
“God, Kayla, you’re so wet,” he groans.
I reach down, my hand shaky as I fumble to return the pleasure, to give as good as I’m getting. He catches my wrist, guiding my hand to his cock, already hard and straining against his jeans.
When he unzips his jeans, I wrap my fingers around him, and his hips buck into my touch.
“Like this,” he coaches, showing me how he likes it. His eyes lock onto mine, dark with lust, as I stroke him, learning the shape and feel of him. He feels like velvet and steel. My heat burns at feeling how hard he is, how ready he is for me.
“Am I doing it okay?” My voice is shaky, but I can’t think about being sassy when I want to pleasure him, just as he’s doing to me.
“Perfectly,” he breathes out, his hips rocking into my touch. “Just don’t stop.”
I can feel him, hard and pulsing, I force myself to concentrate, yet it’s so damn hard when every stroke of his fingers sends a jolt straight to my core. I focus on him, on giving back the pleasure he’s pouring into me.
“Kayla,” he groans, and the sound of my name on his lips is like a spike of adrenaline. It’s empowering, knowing I can affect him like this, make him lose control, just as he’s unraveling me.
“L-Liam,” I stutter, my grip on him tightening as the tension coils within me.
“Let go, Kayla,” he urges, his breath hitching as my movements bring him closer.
