Page 45 of Secured By the Buyer

“That’s it. You’re doing so well,” Liam praises, squeezing my hands.

Eyes locked with mine, he pushes farther inside, each inch making me gasp and whimper as my body opens to him. This experience is more intense than when I was in Heat, but it’s better without my mind hazy from the need to breed.

As Liam sinks deeper within me, a sense of belonging fills me that nothing else has ever come close to. My heart races, my breath comes in shallow pants, and the world outside our bedroom fades away, leaving only the two of us entwined in this perfect moment.

Warmth spreads through me, seeping into my limbs. My body grows heavy and pliant beneath Liam, who watches with a mix of pride and some other emotion I’m too scared to accept so soon.

“That’s it, princess, let me take care of you.” He releases my hands to grip my thighs instead, tilting my hips into a new angle as he thrusts the rest of the way inside.

A gasp escapes as he fills me completely, the sensation overwhelming and indescribably right.

He leans back to stare down at where we join, anda possessive growl rumbles from him. “You look so pretty, taking my cock.”

My ass clenches at his words, making him groan.

He eases out, allowing us both to admire how his thick length glistens with my slick. “Such a good Omega for me.”

I shudder at the praise, proud that I please my Alpha.

Then Liam thrusts in earnest, and I grip the sheets next to my head, sinking into the rhythm of his movements. Desire builds within me, tingles curling up my spine and setting every nerve alight.

Moans tumble from my lips, growing in intensity as I surrender to Liam. My vision blurs, my thoughts scattering. All that remains is the steady rise and fall, the push and pull drawing me closer and closer to the edge.

Pleasure swells like a wave, and when it crashes, I cry out, my dick pulsing with the force of my release. Liam groans, driving himself deep one final time, flooding my channel with liquid heat.

He pulls from my body, his cock still semi-hard, and stares down at my loose entrance. “So lovely stuffed with my cum.”

Pulse racing, I roll onto my stomach and lift my hips toward him. “Fill me again, Alpha.”

“Fuck, princess.” His palms spread over my ass cheeks, spreading them open, and warm fluid trickles down my thighs. “Are you trying to break me?”

Settling my chest on the mattress, I bury my nose in the pheromone-drenched sheets. “Now, Alpha.”

“Fucking beautiful,” he breathes, and bends to my demands.

16

Iwake up, satiated and warm, draped over Liam’s muscular body.

It comes as a pleasant surprise to find him still here. Most days, he’s gone by the time I get up. A surge of happiness fills me as I burrow my face against his broad chest. I inhale the scent of soap from the shower we took together last night and the intoxicating pheromones I crave.

Liam rumbles beneath me, his arm wrapping around my waist as fingers thread through my hair. “How are you feeling, princess?”

I sigh with contentment. “Thoroughly fucked. Definitely not riding any horses today.”

He laughs, the rich sound spreading warmth through my body. I trace the intricate tattoo onLiam’s left pec, a design he told me represents the various roles of his family. All of his brothers and cousins have one, and I can’t help but wonder, if I’m truly a Rockford now and not just Liam’s possession, what part will I serve?

“Does Leo have one of these?” I try to picture the angelic man I met with ink. “Or is it only for blood relations?”

“No, Leo got pregnant the first time he and Nolan were together.” Liam catches my hand and brings it to his lips. “So no tattoo until after the baby is born.”

“Will you give me one?”

Liam remains quiet for longer than the question warrants, and I feel foolish for asking. When I attempt to roll away, though, Liam drags me back against him.

“I’m not saying no.” He strokes my back with gentle fingertips. “But I also love every single one of your freckles, and tattoos can hurt. It’s your body, though, and if you want one, I’ll bring in an artist as soon as we know whether my seed took. Where would you want it?”

I touch my arm where stitches tickle my skin from having the tracker cut out. “Maybe here, after the wound heals? To hide the scar?”

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