ANDI

His eyes flare utterly black again for a moment, and in that brief second, I think I've made a mistake. I've pushed him too far, and now he's going to kill me. But then gold floods into his gaze and he reaches out, grabbing my braid and pulling me close. There's a feral look of excitement on his face, like a predator that's just caught his prey. But he's not hurting me, and he's in his human form. This is progress.

So I reach up to slap him again.

He grabs my hand, his teeth bared, and when I try to struggle free, he pulls my trapped wrist to his face and sniffs it. A low rumble starts in his chest, an ominous purr, and I can feel myself getting aroused. I know this is Liam, no matter how wild he is. I know the feel of his body pressing against mine, skin to skin. This is the man I want, the man I need. The man I love.

I lean forward, trying to entice him into a kiss, but his eyes only flare and his grip slides to my waist. He tugs on my hair, indicating I should sink down, and I lower myself to the ground. Does he want a blow job like we did before? My heart skitters with a frantic, excited beat.

Am I giving in too quickly, though? With that thought in mind, I reach up and lock my hand to the back of his neck, and when he pulls me down, I pull at him, too. A feral grin lights his face up and my heart skitters with excitement as we both lower to the ground. I keep my hand clenched on him, our faces inches apart, as if neither of us is willing to give the other any ground.

I lie back, watching him, and Liam's wild gaze moves over me, darting and quick, as if he's absorbing the sight of me naked and under him for the first time. One big hand moves to my jaw, then skims lower, brushing over my breasts and then lower still. He watches his hand as it moves down my body, and when his thumb grazes over my navel, my breath catches.

Liam glances up at me then, his eyes whirling with a mix of black and gold.

"Do you want me to challenge you again?" I whisper. The last thing I want to do is challenge right now. I want him to touch me, to say my name. I want him to claim me as his. But my struggles make him pay attention, so I half-heartedly raise a hand, as if to strike him again.

He bats it away as if it's nothing, rumbling low in his chest, and skims his hand lower, pressing over my mound.

I gasp at the intimate touch.

Liam presses against the inside of one thigh, and I part my legs for him, breathing hard. Say my name, I mentally beg. That's all I ask. Say my name and tell me that you know who I am.

My dragon-man growls low in his throat, and then his mouth is on my pussy. He makes a sound of pleasure, his arm locking around my thigh as if to hold me still, and then his slightly raspy, impossible to ignore tongue is moving over me, lapping up my arousal, and flicking over my clit.

I whimper, my hand pressing to my forehead, as if pushing against my brow can somehow stop my brain from exploding in pleasure. "Atalim," I moan, arching up against his hot, enthusiastic tongue strokes. "Oh, fuck."

He's voracious, not bothering to take his time with my pleasure. Instead, he's on me, insistent and eager, flicking over my clit and delving deep with his tongue as if he can memorize every inch of me with taste buds alone. It's been so long since we've touched and I'm so sensitive from touching myself that it doesn't take much for me to spiral towards an orgasm. I can feel it building, my toes curling against the cobblestones as he ravenously devours my pussy, his tongue everywhere. And when he sucks on my clit? I shatter into a million pieces, crying out with pleasure as the climax rips through me and my pussy floods with release.

Liam lets out another low growl of pleasure as I undulate against his mouth, his tongue moving slower and more gently against my flesh. I don't know when one of my hands went to his hair, but when I look down, my fingers are knotted in his golden strands, brushing against the horns that crown his brow.

I suck in a deep breath, and as I do, he looks up.

"Andrea," he says thickly, his mouth wet with my release. He licks his lips and then says my name again in another sultry purr. "Annnndrea."

"It's me, babe." Tears of joy spring to my eyes and I sit up, excited. I practically tackle him with my excitement, flinging myself against him until he's on the ground underneath me and I'm peppering his gorgeous face with kisses. "You remember. You remembered my taste. Oh Liam, I've missed you so much."

His hand curls in my hair, and he forces my head back, ever so slightly, revealing my throat. Not enough to hurt, just enough to remind me that he's in control. "Mine," he rumbles, and his eyes are still shot with black emotion as he leans forward and scrapes his teeth over my throat.

"Yours," I agree, breathless. "All yours. Take me."

"Andrea," he says again, this time more insistent than before. "Mine." And he sits up, maneuvering both of us until we're upright. I sit, waiting, as he gets to his knees and then locks his hands on my hips, anchoring me in place as he moves behind me.

All right, we're going to do it from behind, it seems. I don't care. He knows who I am. He won't hurt me.

I'm more than ready as he positions my hips, and I lower my head, arching my lower back and spreading my thighs to present myself to him. He groans, his hand skimming over my flanks, and that's the only warning I get before he notches his cock at my entrance and then thrusts deep.

I gasp, still shocked at how he feels inside me. He's big and thick, and the feel of him invading me twinges for a second, and then it's nothing but intense pleasure. A low moan escapes me as he thrusts into me again, his fingers digging into my hips. "Atalim," I breathe. "My Atalim."

He groans again, thrusting hard, and then a hand anchors onto my shoulder. He leans over me, nuzzling at the back of my neck, his big body covering mine. I tilt my head, giving him access to my throat, and he locks an arm around my waist and pulls me backward as he sits up. His cock is seated deep inside me even as I'm pinned against his torso, both of us on our knees. One hand roams over my belly and then cups my breast, teasing the nipple, and it sends a jolt of pleasure all the way through to my core.

"Andrea," he murmurs again, and then his teeth scrape against my throat, hard.

I gasp again, because that wasn't a gentle nip. Even so, my body responds, my nipples hardening and my pussy clenching around his length.

I reach back, touching him everywhere I can, caressing the side of his face. "Are you going to make me yours?"

A hard, searing bite is my response. My entire body quakes into another brutal orgasm as his teeth sink into my throat. It hurts as much as it feels good, and it's a struggle to remain completely still against him, because his fingers are strumming over my breast and his cock is so deep inside me that I'm feeling every ripple all the way through to my core. His tongue flicks against my neck and then the bite feels…hot. Strangely hot. I whimper as the heat spreads through my neck and then into my veins. It's like fire is coursing through me.

Liam whispers my name again, lifting his mouth from my throat. His teeth lightly scrape against my jaw and then he licks my skin, his breath searing and fanning against my cheek. He holds me tight against him and won't let me go, not even when the world starts to fade and go black around me.

Something tells me that he'll never let me go again. It's the only reason I don't panic as I sink into oblivion.

Liam's got me.