Page 34 of Secured By the Buyer

Liam shakes his head, his resolve returning. His body lifts off mine, and he kisses his way down my back, his hands roaming over my ass, squeezing gently.

His mouth finds the base of my spine, sucking hard, and I gasp at the sensation, gripping the sheets beneath me. He spreads me open, cool air brushing over my slick crease, and I moan in anticipation. He buries his face between my cheeks, his tongue teasing at my entrance, and all coherent thoughts vanish as pleasure takes over.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” Liam groans, the vibrations from his voice adding another layer of ecstasy to the experience.

Moans threaten to escape, and I bite my lip to hold them back as he feasts on me like I’m the most delectable dessert he’s ever eaten.

Why does he have to be so skilled at this? Andwhy is he holding back from taking the last step? It’s not like we haven’t already fucked.

As Liam continues to worship my body, I bury my face in his pillow. The down muffles the sounds I can’t restrain, especially when his fingers join his mouth. They push inside and spread me open for his tongue to thrust into the deepest part of me.

The sensation is like fire, intense and consuming, and I can’t help but whine and rock my hips into it. My hardening dick rubs against the soft towel beneath me with each movement, adding to the onslaught.

“Delicious,” Liam murmurs between licks.

He reaches through the gap in my thighs to massage my balls before gripping my oil-slicked shaft and stroking me in time to the thrust of his fingers as they sink deeper, hooking toward my abdomen. The combined sensations overwhelm me, pleasure streaking up my spine like lightning.

“Come on,” Liam encourages, working me from both ends. “Come again for me, princess.”

My toes curl, and my hips rock helplessly as I fall over the edge again with a cry, Liam’s name muffled in the pillow. He massages my prostate, milking every drop of cum out of me until I collapse onto the bed, gasping for breath.

“Fuck, Milo…your responsiveness is amazing,” he pants, his voice rough.

The sound of a zipper lowering sets my heart racing with anticipation. Instead of entering me as I expect, though, Liam takes himself in hand. With a few quick pumps, he spills over his fist.

Confusion fills me. Why didn’t he take what we both wanted? He bought me, I told him it’s okay to use me. So what’s holding him back?

Still lying in the damp spot left by my release and my body tingling from Liam’s touch, I can’t figure out this man’s angle.

When Liam collapses onto the mattress beside me, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, I demand, “Why didn’t you fuck me?”

He gives me a blissed-out smirk. “Isn’t that what I just did?”

Frustrated by his evasion, I huff. “You know what I mean.”

Liam reaches over and cups my cheek, his rough fingers a contrast to the tender way he handles me. “Next time I’m in your body like that, Milo, I want it to be because you’re sure you want me.”

Heat creeps up my cheeks, and I bury my face in the pillow. “You’re delusional for passing up this opportunity.”

“Trust me, I want to be inside you more than I want air.” He traces the Mark on the nape of my neck. “But I want us on the same page when it happens, and we’re not there yet.”

His words sink into me, and for a moment, I imagine truly belonging to him. Not as an Omega submitting to an Alpha, but as two people who care for one another. Maybe even love each other.

I snort at my own delusions. “Don’t hold your breath.”

“I can wait.” The bed shifts, and Liam presses a gentle kiss to his Mark. “I’m a patient man, when it counts.”

Strong arms wrap around me, and I let myself be held, daring to believe we can find our way back to how things should have been.

12

Afresh set of silk pajamas glide against my skin with a robe for added warmth. We had moved from the bed to the couch in the living room.

Now, I sit in Liam’s lap, a movie that was popular two years ago playing in the background while Liam does his best to dull the jagged edges of my broken nails.

It’s all so surreal. Lulled into a false sense of comfort, my attention drifts to the luxurious space. I can’t remember the last time I had a day off or the time for something besides work, chores, or sleep.

The movie fades in and out of my awareness, unable to hold my interest for long. When I get distracted, I turn my head to nuzzle Liam’s throat,inhaling his pheromones, and a pleased rumble resonates from his chest every single time.

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