Page 74 of Arranged Devotion
It might be funny if he weren’t covered in blood.
“Liam!” I grab him by the wrist. He pauses only for a moment.
“It’s not mine,” he says, answering my unspoken question, before pulling away to finish his search.
I stay behind, head ringing.
Not his blood.
But there’s a lot of it…
Someone’s hurt, and they’re hurt bad.
Worry creeps down my spine.
Dad and Luke were at that meeting.
“Slow down,” I say, catching up with him in the bedroom. He’s finished with his sweep of the shower and now he’s checking under the bed. “Would you hold on and talk to me? Is my dad okay? What about my brother?”
“Luke’s fine.” He gets to his feet, apparently satisfied that there aren’t any monsters lurking. “I’m not sure about your father, but I didn’t see his—“ Liam stops before he finishes that sentence. His face tightens and he looks down at his hands. He flexes them and lets out a breath.
“Liam… what happened?”
He touches my cheek. I feel a smear of something cold under his fingers. He tugs me closer, hands brushing down to my neck, before he crushes his lips to my mouth in a blistering, hungry, terror-inducing kiss.
The taste of him sends a shiver through me. I whimper against his lips, wanting more, but needing to hear him talk. Instead, he touches me, drags me to the table, shoves off silverware and papers sending them clattering to the floor, and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his hips as he rocks forward, tongue against mine, devouring me, and I feel his anxiety and his need peak as his hands roughly tug at my hair.
“Liam,” I moan, begging. “Please?—“
He yanks hard, making my back arch. I grunt with pain as he nips hard at my neck and my throat. He pulls up my top, hands palming my breasts. I’m not wearing a bra and part of me wishes I was. My nipples are hard and it feels good, letting him touch me like this. He bends down to take one bud between his teeth and licks, sucking, making my hips wriggle with pleasure as I yank his hair in return.
“There was a shooting,” he says, kissing lower, sucking and biting as he goes. I lift up and let him slide my jeans off. “It was bad, love.”
“I have to… we have to…”
“I came home to take care of you.” He looks up as he kneels, mouth kissing my hips, around my panties. My core goes wild and my heart pounds into my skull, making me dizzy. “Let me take care of you, Regan.”
I hear it then, what he really needs. This isn’t only about me. He wants this too, desperately, like touching me will somehow bring him back to reality, somehow ground him. And now that he’s kissing me like that, how can I deny this? How am I supposed to stop it when the most terrifying and beautiful person I’ve evermet wants to make me feel good? Desperately, with an intensity that’s frankly insane?
There’s no other option.
I spread my legs wide and pull his mouth to my pussy.
He moans with delight as he shoves my panties aside. His tongue laps me, licking up and down, sucking and smacking in the obscenest way I’ve ever heard. He yanks my panties down after a moment, gets them off, and continues with more space to work, and it’s magical.
I lose my mind. He slides two fingers deep inside and it hits me like a lightning blast. I arch, grinding into his mouth, greedy and pulsing for everything he can give.
“Fuck, Regan, you should have seen them—“ He sucks my clit and fingers me deep. “Broken. Destroyed.”
“Why… why are you telling me that… right now…”
“I don’t know,” he admits, going faster, sucking and licking me with a wild fervor. God, it feels so good, he could sing the national anthem right now and it wouldn’t matter. “I keep seeing the blood… hearing the gunshots…” He snarls and stands, jerking to his feet. I gasp, leaning forward as he rips his jeans off, kicking them to the side. I get his shirt unbuttoned, the blood still soaking the cotton as he tosses it on the pile. Naked, gorgeous, hard as hell and throbbing. I pull him to me, kissing the whirls of scar tissue on his chest, kissing the tattoos, the muscle, tasting the sweat on his skin, the sharp acidic bite of something else. Gunpowder? Ashes? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.
He fists my hair and kisses me hard as his cock swirls up and down my slit. “Fuck baby,” he says, the tip sinking inside, agonizingly slow. I whimper, wanting more, but he holds me back. “When it was happening, this is what I was thinking about. Isn’t that fucked? My world was falling apart, and all I could picture was you.”
“Liam, I want it,” I whisper, leaning forward to bite his chest. “God, please, I want all of it.”
“I know you do, baby.” He gives me an inch more. I moan in frustration. “I don’t know how many we lost tonight, but I swear… to you, to the world… I’m going to kill them all. I’m going to hunt them down and ruin them.”
