Page 21 of Pity the Living, Not the Dead

That was all it took. The sound of clothing being torn as I ripped it from my body filled the barren forest. I dove, wrestling Liam to the ground. Teeth clanked as we rolled around in a dominant game of foreplay. Wayward kisses landed where they may, hands grasped at anything and everything. In a surprise move, Liam flipped us, so he was now on top, and snarled down at me, “Hmm, I think I like the new Liam.”

“I love both versions,” I said as I pinned him against a nearby tree. “Didn’t see that one coming, did you?”

Liam rutted against me like a randy teen. I sank my fangs into his jugular and retracted them, injecting enough endorphins with that quick bite to force a shudder. This man had me flustered when he was in human form, and it would seem Liam the vampire did that tenfold. Had I drunk any more, I would have come on the spot. “Do you feel that, my love? The endorphins? The need to fuck?”

“God, yes,” he panted. “Do it again.”

“Turn around,” I said, flipping him at the same time.

“So much for giving me a choice,” Liam teased, winking over his shoulder at me.

“This will not be sweet, or easy. The animalistic nature of what we are is chomping at the bit to be inside you.” I leaned in, nuzzling my face against his ass. “Liam,” I whispered, spreading his cheeks and licking a stripe from his taint upward. My thumbs massaged his hole, opening him as my tongue dove in.

“Jesus. Fuck,” Liam spouted off, pushing back against my face as my tongue penetrated him. Liam owned me as much I did him. I am not sure he realized that, but he soon would.

When I had him as ready as I could, given the circumstances, I rose. “Liam, love, this won’t be gentle.”

“I can take it.”

I pushed the tip in, pulled out, then thrust inside to the hilt. Liam roared from the combination of my fangs sinking into his shoulder at the same moment my pelvis hit his ass. “Mine,” I possessively growled. Gripping his throat, I thrust into him, fucking him as hard as I could. The primal mating had control, not me. The culmination of our two souls intertwined as one.The claiming.This was what I had waited for. Everything about this time, both sexually and emotionally, felt different. Felt permanent. I could almost see the strands connecting us, knowing if one of us were cut, the other would suffer. Scary, yet enlightening.

“My dick. Is hitting. The tree,” Liam complained, drawing me from my thoughts.

I wanted to laugh, but instead, I pulled out and flipped him around. As I lifted him, he wrapped his legs around me and I slid back inside. “Liam, drink from me as I drink from you. Share my life, my history, my everything.” He sank his teeth into my neck, he eyes wide as I did the same. His memories flashed by in my mind, which locked on random ones. Liam as a sickly child, Olivia playing nurse with him. Liam sitting alone at school, eating his lunch in silence. So many sad memories to sift through.He will never be alone again.

It all faded as the need to come escalated. “Liam, I need you to come, please,” I pleaded. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

“I need you to—” Liam began, then abruptly stopped. “…Oh, that’s it.”

With the sweet spot in my trajectory, I pounded his ass like it was our last night on earth. Liam came with a roar that echoed through the forest. The tight clenching around my cock had me doing the same. There was no way our erotic howls didn’t wake every living, breathing, forest-dwelling creature within miles.

“Liam,” I said, snagging the tattered remnants of my clothes from where they landed. “We should go.”

We raced back to the house. Liam was hot on my heels, clearly enjoying this new side of himself. The fears I had before changing him were gone. Now it was time to familiarize him with his vampiric side. Life isn’t all fun and games in our world. We have good and bad, the same as humans do, and in all honesty, trusting a vampire is not something one should do. Most operate without a conscience, let alone a soul. How I ended up with both was beyond me, but I was glad I did. I would hate to go through life treating others how I had been treated. Especially those as sweet as Liam.

Once inside, I showed Liam how to arm the security system and operate the apps on the iPad. “We can download them to your phone later. I find your nudity refreshingly distracting,” I told him.

Liam eyed me up and down. “Right back at cha. I’d say the tattered pieces of fabric you hold are useless. We should make a new rule.”

“Oh, yeah? And what rule would that be?”

“While home, no clothing should be worn.” Liam winked.

I laughed, a full-bodied laugh. Something I hadn’t done in a long time. “Liam, you were well worth the wait.”

We showered and curled up in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. “Did you have any siblings or anyone other than your mother?” Liam asked.

“No siblings I was allowed to claim. My father had more bastard children running around than either of us will ever know,” I replied.

“How old were you when your mother died?”

“Eighteen.”

“Wasn’t that when—” Liam began, but I cut him off.

“Yes.”

“I saw that memory. I don’t understand how someone can survive as you did and still have so much love as you do,” Liam said, warming my black heart.

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