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“You want some more?”
I nod and go to wipe the spit off my face.
“No! I like it nice and wet; I want you to spit all over me, baby.”
He puts two hands on the back of my head, “open up.”
I obey and brace myself as he brings down again on his feast of meat. I try to touch it, but he stops me, “No hands, baby, just open that fucking mouth and take it.”
Over and over, he pushes me to my limit—every gag making a wet mess of spit.
“I bet that pussy is so wet right now, isn’t it?”
He takes his cock out of my mouth and lifts me. My legs are straddled around him, but he’s not inside me yet.
“Mm, I feel your pussy dripping,” he smiles as he walks to the adjacent wall. He leans me against it and starts to kiss me; I can’t help but rub myself along the hot shaft that’s teasing between my legs.
“Oh, Fuck Liam!” whine in desperation, “give it to me, please.”
He growls, and I feel him suddenly fill me. He doesn’t hesitate this time. He starts giving me each powerful thrust with every ounce of his massive cock. I can almost feel him in my belly; he’s so big and thick.
My pussy squishes as he pulls in and out, I’m a sopping mess, but I don’t care.
“Oh God, Fuck me!” I scream as I bounce hungrily all over his steaming gun, exploding into the abyss of a pleasure I had never known before.
Chapter 22 - Liam
I park the truck in front of the hotel, coffee in a tray, a bag of breakfast sandwiches sitting in the passenger seat. I'm glad the little breakfast place is still around. They have the best breakfast sandwiches around. It's the greasy bacon and stringy cheese that makes a good breakfast sandwich, and this place nails it. I hope Paige likes it. I may have had an obsession with this place, but that doesn't mean she did.
I shut the engine off and grab the tray of coffee and sandwiches. Pushing the door open, the cold air rushes in. Just as I get to the front of the truck, Thorn comes out of his room and heads towards me. Setting the tray on top of the truck hood, I pull out the black coffee and a sandwich, handing it to him as he gets closer. I'm not an ass; I can buy my brother-in-law a coffee. He takes the cup and sandwich, takes a sip, and raises an eyebrow at me. I assumed he drank his coffee black; it kind of goes with his whole aesthetic.
We both lean on the front of the truck, drinking our coffees—this would be a lot more comfortable inside instead of standing out in the cold, but Thorn doesn't seem to be bothered by it, so I guess we're standing out here. A few moments pass before he speaks.
"I should say sorry for punching you that first day…but I'm not."
I snort at that. "Honestly, I deserved a lot worse than that."
Thorn grunts.
"What happened to the guy from last night?"
Thorn takes another sip of his coffee and starts to unwrap his sandwich. "Currently? Sitting in the bathtub in there." He uses his head to point to his room.
"Why the bathtub?" I ask, confused.
"It's uncomfortable, and that way, I don't have to look at his face. Not killing him has been a test of discipline." He has better control than I do. The shifter from last night died too quickly. Had I been thinking, I would have killed him slowly for touching my sunshine.
"What are you going to do with him?" I don't really care what happens to him, but I have always wondered what the council does with people like that.
"After this whole thing is settled, I'll take him back to the council to be put on trial. He'll likely end up in the hole, based on my recommendation."
Confused, I ask, "The hole? I've never heard of that before."
"And you've never heard of it now." Sometimes, this guy is creepy. He pushes himself off the truck, scrunching up the wrapper in his hand. "My team will be here within the hour. After they get here, we will head up to the pack if you are ready. They are only here to keep the peace as much as possible, but you challenging Mic head-on should keep everyone at bay. If not, you have backup; you're not alone."
"Thanks. I'm not sure it's going to be that easy; let's hope you're right." Tension twists in my stomach, but I know this is the right thing to do. I nod and grab Paige's coffee and breakfast, heading to our room, but before I can open the door, Thorn hollers for me. I turn to face him; he's staring at me with dead seriousness.
"If you hurt my baby sister, I know how to gut a shifter twenty different ways before he dies."
