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“Yes, Liam,” she groans. “You feel so good. Don’t stop,” her sleepy voice murmurs.

It only slightly irks me that she continues to call me Walcott. Can’t she tell that it’s me? That he could never make her feel the way I can? He wasn’t made for her. I was.

Proving to her that it couldn’t possibly be Liam, I continue licking and sucking her before my teeth graze against her clit. She rewards me with a sweet sounding groan before I do it again and again. I feel her body begin to shake beneath me and with one well timed nip against her clit, she comes hard.

I’m not sure how she’s able to still be sleeping or if she’s trapped in some type of half dream, half sentient haze. She’s able to orgasm beautifully though, moaning and wiggling in the sheets as I continue eating her through her release until her body is still and breathing heavy. She doesn’t speak after that and I try to continue, but she doesn’t respond to my touch.

I could try waking her. It’s clear that her body wants me, even if her mind isn’t ready to admit it yet. Then again, she came tome so easily yesterday, crawling on top of me and falling asleep like I was her safeguard. It was easily the best night of my life, and I didn’t even get a wink of sleep.

Deciding that she needs her rest, I place a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, a promise of more to come and soon. I slide out of her bed, tucking the blankets over her and resuming my position outside her door, reinvigorated and ready to shoot any motherfucker that even steps foot on this floor.

Chapter Thirty Two

Skyla

The next day went by fairly uneventfully, despite the embarrassingly large wet spot on my panties. That dream with Liam was so realistic I could practically feel him.

Liam walked me to all my classes, and we had lunch together. Asher avoided my gaze entirely, which is better than being glared at everywhere I go. Aunt Steph and I chatted for a little while before Maggie and I went to the mall after my last lecture of the day. Still haven’t really told her about the whole me, Ronan and Liam thing. Is it so bad that I don’t want to? Not yet at least.

Liam texted me a few hours ago saying that he had to go meet up with Ronan in New York. I guess whatever he’s doing there he needs Asher and Liam’s help. I wish I could ask questions, but I’ve already caught on to the fact that if it has to do with the Brethren, I won’t be getting any answers.

I texted both Liam and Ronan and told them I missed them, that I couldn’t wait for them to be back. Which prompted Liam to create a group chat. It’s almost midnight and I’m ready to pass out, but I shoot off a text to the chat after Liam asked Ronanand I if we were stranded on a desert island, what are the three things we would bring. As soon as I hit send, I hear a soft thunk against my door.

Frowning, I stand up slowly, reaching around for any kind of weapon I can. Unplugging the bedside lamp, I grip it in my hand and raise it like a bat, slowly opening the door in anticipation of whatever is on the other side.

As soon as those grey eyes collide with my own, relief floods me and I lower my makeshift weapon as I blow out a breath. His eyes flick between the lamp and me before a small grin spreads across his face. Honest to god, a grin, and god, it’s glorious.

“What were you going to do with that, Siren? Club me to death?”

“If you were trying to hurt me, yes.”

His grin stays in place as he nods approvingly.

“You could have chosen worse weapons on the spot.”

“Thanks,” I huff.

He doesn’t say anything, continuing to stare up at me from his post against the wall.

“Are you going to camp out here every night?”

Vincent nods.

“He hasn’t bothered me at night, though,” I point out. “And I haven’t heard anything from him since that note.”

“Probably because he knows I’ve been watching you like a hawk. As soon as you drop your guard, he’ll be back. That’s a guarantee.”

“So, what? You’re just going to keep patrol outside my room and watch me until the end of time?”

“If that’s what it takes,” he answers immediately.

“Why?” I ask, with a shake of my head.

He pushes off the wall, crowding me against the door jamb, before resting one hand on the wall above me. I watch infascination as his black hair hangs in his face slightly, and his hand reaches up to brush a piece of hair behind my ear.

“You’re a smart woman, Siren. You already know the answer to that.”

My heart is thumping wildly in my chest as this unnamed pull seems to hum between us while my eyes flick back and forth between his.

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