Azalea

“Okay, kitten. Your choice. We can go out on a date tonight—we get up now and get ready—or we can stay in, order room service, and I’ll spoil you. Slowly and sweetly,” he whispered in his sexy, husky voice. My lower half clenched at his words. His nose traced my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

His scent was stronger today, incredibly intoxicating. My head spun with the stimulation, my body arching toward him, yearning for his touch. His lips found my neck, a kiss sparking fire throughout me. I could feel myself getting wet and couldn't suppress the moan that escaped.

“Stay,” I whispered, blushing. His eyes darkened; a sexy smirk played on his lips.

“Good choice,” he said, kissing my already swollen lips again. My hands wandered over his bare chest, feeling the firm muscles. His skin was warm and soft beneath my fingertips.

His mouth moved from my lips, down my neck to my collarbones. He sucked and nipped his way along my skin while his hands moved to the buttons of my blouse. He paused, hovering over my chest, his eyes searching mine, patiently waiting for permission. I nodded slowly, and his face lit up. His fingers worked on the buttons while his mouth moved slowly over my chest and down my stomach until my blouse was completely open, exposing my bra-clad breasts.

He growled in appreciation, kissing every inch of me. His hands reached up to grasp my breasts. I moaned his name as he squeezed and kneaded them over my bra. His eyes met mine as he continued to knead my body.

“Say the word, and I stop, okay, baby?” he said sincerely. I nodded. He was letting this happen at my pace. He covered my lips again in a sweet but needy kiss. As he kissed me, he sat me up, pulling my body onto his. I straddled his lap, feeling his rock-hard erection beneath me. I let my blouse fall from my shoulders, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands moved to my bra clasp as he continued to kiss me. His tongue delved deep into my mouth, tasting every inch. The pressure of my bra vanished as he undid the clasp. Gently, teasingly, he lowered the straps until my breasts were exposed. He discarded my bra on the floor.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as he released my lips. His nose went to my neck, inhaling deeply. His chest rumbled with delight. “You are magnificent,” he whispered against my skin. Another wave of tingles washed over me.

He shifted us again, laying me back on the pillows. His hands were between my legs. Even though we both still wore pants, I could feel his hard, tempting cock against my dripping pussy. Liam’s mouth captured one of my nipples, gently sucking and biting. My body arched into his as his hand massaged my other breast. He released my nipple, only to blow on it, now slick from his tongue. My eyes widened; I gasped at the sensation. I heard his sexy chuckle before he took the other nipple into his mouth. I felt a throbbing in my abdomen as he worked his magic across my body.

“Liam,” I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair. I could feel him smile with my nipple in his mouth. My thighs rubbed together involuntarily, seeking friction.

He broke away, saying, “Patience, kitten. I want to worship every inch of this incredible body.” As he finished, both hands pinched my erect nipples, sending my body into a breathtaking spiral. My orgasm washed over me, causing me to call out his name, fist his hair, and curl my toes. A satisfied smirk crossed his face as he captured my mouth once more.

“How was that, kitten?” he asked. “Can I continue?”

“Continue?” I asked breathlessly, trying to calm down.

“Oh, yes. I said, I want to worship. Every. Inch,” he said slowly. “Inside. And out.” He punctuated his words with a kiss to my face.

“Oh, my,” I gasped quietly. My cheeks flamed.

He nodded, his dark, lustful eyes fixed on me before slowly moving down my body. He reached my pants, looking up at me, silently asking for permission. I nodded, and his excitement peaked. His fingers attacked the button of my pants while his lips glided along my clit. I was panting, my heart racing, warmth pooling in my lower abdomen. Liam hooked his hands into the top of my pants and slowly dragged them down my thighs without breaking contact with my clit. Soon my pants were gone, discarded with our shirts.

His eyes raked over me. His irises were midnight blue as he gazed at me with hunger. It was incredibly intense. As he took in my almost naked form, he slowly undid his own pants, discarding them. My lower half ached for his touch. As if reading my mind, his mouth was back on me. He worked his way down my left leg, kissing and sucking all the way down while his hands rubbed and massaged my legs. When he reached my foot, he slowly ran his hands up the soles of both feet, then kissed the pads of each toe.

I threw my head back, moaning. This was the most slow and pleasurable torture imaginable. I didn’t know how much more I could take. He moved up my right leg, his mouth roaming over every inch. He reached the apex of my thighs. Running his nose over my very wet panties, he inhaled deeply.

“Mouthwatering,” he said in a low, husky tone. My jaw dropped. A devilish grin graced his lips. His fingers hooked onto the hem of my panties. He paused, his eyes on mine, waiting for permission. Panting, I nodded. My body craved his touch. I needed him to bring me to release again.

He gently pulled my panties down. Returning to my dripping pussy, he ran his nose up my wet slit. I trembled. His hands grasped my thighs, and he slowly parted them. His tongue parted my lips, seeking its reward. A growl ripped through his chest as he tasted my juices. His hands groped and massaged my thighs, and his tongue explored my dripping core. He found my clit and intensified his assault. My clit arched into him as he licked and sucked on my sensitive button. His hands moved to my hips, pressing them back into the bed.

“No, no, kitten,” he said. “Keep those pretty little hips still for me.” He continued his assault on my clit with his tongue while I lay there moaning his name. The pressure building was almost unbearable. His mouth pulled away; he blew cool air on my wet lips, causing me to shudder and whimper.

“Do you want me to make you cum again, kitten?” he asked, looking up at me through his lashes.

“Please…” I begged in a soft whimper. He smirked and went back to work on my clit. Now his movement was more intense, more hungry. My back arched, my hips moving against him. He grabbed them firmly but gently and pushed them back into the bed. He switched between sucking my clit and flicking it with his tongue. I felt myself on the verge of exploding when, suddenly, Liam bit down on me. I screamed his name, sitting up slightly as my orgasm burst through me. Head to toe, all I felt was pulsing pleasure. Liam lapped his tongue over my entrance, collecting the juices I spilled. I lay down, catching my breath as the pleasure subsided.

Liam crawled up my body. He hovered over me with a triumphant smile. He kissed my lips as my breathing evened out. “How was that?” he asked with a knowing smile.

“Mmmm…” I said, still unable to form coherent words. He chuckled. He rolled us over so I was lying comfortably on his chest. He rested his nose on the top of my head and rubbed soft circles on my back. We lay there for a while before he spoke.

“Thank you, baby,” he said softly.

I lifted my head, curious. What was he thanking me for? I hadn’t done anything. “For what?” I whispered.

“For trusting me. I wasn’t sure you’d ever let me touch you again. And I would have deserved it,” he paused. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. “And for being mine. I am the luckiest wolf in the world to have a mate like you.”

I kissed his lips tenderly. “I love you, Liam,” I said.

He smiled. “I love you too, Azalea.” I rested my head on his chest and listened to the rhythmic beating of my mate’s heart. Before long, I fell asleep.

Liam

I knew I shouldn’t let her fall asleep, but I needed her in my arms a little longer. I lay there with her soft, naked form on top of me, inhaling her scent. I rubbed mindless circles on her back as I held her close. I could never let her be away from me again. Every part of me ached for her. I hoped that one day she would trust me enough again.

She had been quietly sleeping on my chest for at least ten minutes when I decided to get us up and cleaned up. “Azalea, baby, wake up,” I whispered in her ear.

“Mmmm…” she murmured, clearly not wanting to move.

“Let’s go shower, then we can nap or eat, whatever you want,” I said in her ear. Her eyes fluttered open slightly. I smiled at her drowsy expression. I sat up with her still in my arms.

“Why don’t I carry you into the bathroom?” I said, and she nodded slightly. She was clearly not a morning person. I stood, bringing her into my arms. I carried her into the bathroom and gently set her on the countertop. She was starting to wake up.

I placed a quick kiss on her forehead before turning to warm the water. Once it was running, I dropped my boxers and returned to her. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Come take a shower with me, baby,” I said, reaching for her. She grabbed my hands, and I helped her down from the counter. We climbed into the shower and let the warm water fall over us. She hugged my waist and laid her head against my chest. I hugged her close.

I reached for the shampoo. I turned her to face the wall and began gently massaging it into her scalp. Her head rolled back, and her shoulders relaxed as my fingers worked through her hair.

“That feels good,” she said softly. After rinsing the shampoo, she surprised me by grabbing the body wash. “May I?” she asked, looking up at me through her long eyelashes. I nodded and let her hands roam wherever she pleased. She paused over my manhood.

“You don’t…” I started, but she moved her hands over me, gently caressing and washing me. A hiss escaped my lips. Her hands felt like heaven. When she finished, her hands trailed up my chest and wrapped around my neck. She stepped forward, her wet skin against mine. I looked down into her sweet green eyes. I placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

“My love, you’re going to have to let me cool off before I leave this shower. First, it’s my turn to wash you,” I said. I turned her around and grabbed the body wash. I massaged it into every inch of her skin, listening to her soft pants as my hands rubbed all over her. I let her rinse off and nodded to let her know she could get dressed. She exited the shower, and I turned the water cold.

“Liam, we don’t have any clean clothes…” she said outside the shower door.

“The luggage should be right inside the door, baby. I had the staff bring it up,” I yelled to her.

“Thank you,” she said, and I heard her leave the bathroom.

I let the cold water run over me. When I was finally back to normal, I exited the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. When I went into the bedroom, Azalea was sitting on the bed, swinging her legs. She held a book, her brow furrowed in concentration. Everything she did was cute.

“Whatcha reading?” I asked, startling her. She jumped and looked up at me.

“I assume you had Lily pack this bag?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh… yeah. Why?” I said, noticing she was wearing one of my shirts.

She set the book down and held up some very revealing lingerie. “This is her idea of sleepwear for me, I guess,” she said. I laughed. “At least she threw in a book I’ve never read,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“So, I guess you’re stealing my clothes then?” I said, laughing.

She smiled and threw me a pair of shorts. “You can have those,” she said. I dropped the towel and pulled on the shorts. Her eyes widened, and she looked away. I walked over to her, trapping her between my arms on the bed.

“So shy, kitten. I’ve tasted every inch of you, and you still blush,” I said in a low voice. I took mercy on her, grabbing her hands and pulling her off the bed. “Let’s go order some food,” I said, dragging her out of the bedroom.