Liam’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #4)(7)
Author: J.S. Scott

Buttons popped as he tore her blouse open while his lips and tongue continued a relentless, volatile assault, demanding her full surrender. He tasted fiercely male, untamed and wild, and Regan’s response was unconditional. She needed this. Needed him. She met his marauding tongue with carnal thrusts of her own that had him groaning into the embrace.

He freed the front clasp of her bra and roamed her br**sts, cupping the flesh, teasing the sensitive ni**les until Regan could only arch into his hand, begging for more.

Liam ripped his mouth from hers and Regan wanted to weep from the loss. “How does it feel to be touched by the lower class, Regan? I wonder if you’ll like getting down and dirty with a vampire instead of the sex with a polite blue blooded mage,” Liam panted as he pulled the remnants of her shirt and bra from her body. Her wrists were captured again and placed firmly over her head, making her br**sts jut out from her body. He clasped her chin between his fingers of his other hand and forced her gaze to his. “There’s nowhere to run. No place that I won’t find you,” he rasped harshly. “Did you really think that you could run away from me?” The question was rhetorical.

“Liam, I wasn’t really running from you. I-”

“Save it! Right now I just want to f**k you. I’ll have you screaming my name, begging for it, even if I’m not worthy of being your mate,” he told her abruptly as he lowered his mouth to her beaded ni**les, nipping and laving them with tortuous, erotic strokes that melted her bones and soaked her panties.

Dear God, she had never seen Liam so fierce, so passionate, but it was her undoing. He was angry at what he believed was her rejection and she couldn’t blame him, but maybe it was better if he continued to believe that. Maybe he’d eventually release her so that she could protect him.

Her body was burning with unsated lust and desire. His assault on her aching br**sts had her thrusting out her chest for harder contact and she ground her wet core against his thigh.

More. She needed more. “Liam, please.” If he wanted a f**k, she’d give him one. If he didn’t take her soon, she probably expire from need. She couldn’t separate her needs from his, and she knew she was feeling them both, the force of them nearly leveling her.

He scooped her body up easily, but before she could even begin to enjoy being held against him…he dropped her onto the bed. She watched without shame as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it onto the floor before he joined her, covering her body with the weight and bulk of his own.

Regan sighed, welcoming his scorching hot body that blanketed her smaller form. She ran her hands over smooth skin and bulging muscle and raised her hips, feeling the steely bulge of c**k against denim. She rocked up again, begging for him.

Liam evaporated the rest of their clothes and she moaned as she felt his rock-hard shaft between her legs. She squirmed, trying to get it closer to her core and threaded her fingers through his hair.

“Don’t. Touch.” Liam grabbed her wrists again and stilled her roving hands above her head. “I don’t want you to touch me. This is just about scratching an itch. Getting laid.” He let go of her hands, but they remained stretched over her head and locked in place with magic. She yanked, but Liam’s magic was powerful and her arms were completely immobile.

Regan recoiled, feeling like Liam had slapped her. She felt the tears form and willed them not to fall. She reminded herself that Liam believed that she had betrayed him, repudiated him, and she longed to tell him the truth, but she bit her lip and remained silent. She had to suck it up and take what Liam could give her right now. And she would. Because she loved him and she wanted this. If a casual screw was all she could have…she’d take it. Damn it, she wanted one time, one moment of intimacy, one experience of being the object of Liam’s desire.

Regan bit back a groan as Liam’s hot mouth trailed along the side of her neck and back to her br**sts. She thrashed her head as his fingers trailed over her stomach and crawled closer and closer to the place where she needed him the most. “Oh, God, Liam.”

“Need something, Regan?” his husky voice asked, his question innocent, but his intent evident. He was going to make her pay.

Her legs slammed shut automatically just as he finally reached the soft curls between her thighs, but Liam parted them again easily and locked them into place just as he had her wrists above her head. Regan wanted to sob as he lightly stroked her wet slit, his fingers delving into her moist depths.

Fingers circled around her clit as his hot mouth devoured her ni**les, alternating between the two, bringing them to tight peaks. She moaned and strained against her invisible bonds, “Liam, please.”

He removed his fingers from her shivering pu**y and positioned himself over her. His breath was hot and uneven against her ear and she trembled as he plunged his hands into her hair and rolled his hips, bringing his burgeoning c**k in contact with her swollen clit.

“Tell me what you want,” Liam demanded in a voice that Regan had never heard from him before.

“You.” She answered honestly, squinting in a room illuminated only by the moonlight now that complete darkness had fallen. She longed to see a look of desire, but she couldn’t quite see his eyes. His face looked strained and at the moment she could feel the testosterone percolating in his body, seeping through his pores, and it made every inch of female in her body stand up and take notice. “Please.”

“You want me to f**k you? Even though I’m a lowly vampire?”

“Yes. Yes,” she whimpered, desperate for his possession. She was a female responding to her mate, and she needed him. Now. Badly.

“Then tell me,” he growled. “Beg for it.”

“Fuck me, Liam. Please.” Regan lifted her hips as far as she could strain with the magic restricting the movement of her limbs.

“At least you want me now.” With a carnal noise somewhere between a groan and a snarl, Liam positioned the blunt head of his member to her tight opening and buried himself deep inside of her, breaching her virginal sheath and forcing himself between her tight walls.

Oh, God. It hurt. It hurt really badly. Regan was caught between pain and the joy of being joined completely with Liam.

Liam’s body froze as his c**k came to rest inside the hot, tight cavern, his balls resting against Regan’s ass. “Virgin?” he rumbled.

Regan tried to relax her body, breathing through the pain that had become a dull ache. One sharp pain that had quickly receded. “Yes,” she breathed softly in his ear, ruffling his hair as she breathed in and out again.