abnabooks Chapter 213: Interrupted
Chapter 213: Interrupted
Scarlett’s POV
For those few moments, nothing else existed. The room was warm, quiet, and smelled completely of our mixed scents, sweat, and sex.
Slowly, Liam rolled onto his back, his large hands gripping my waist to lift me up and pull me on top of him. I rested my chin on his broad chest, my chocolate-brown hair falling around us like a curtain. He looked up at me, a lazy, happy smile playing on his lips, his dark eyes glowing with pure satisfaction.
We both let out a soft laugh, the heavy tension from earlier completely melting away.
"So," Liam said, his deep voice vibrating right under my chin. He stroked my bare back with his big, warm palms. "How was it?"
I wanted to tease him a little bit, just to keep things light. I smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Honestly? Not quite what I expected, Alpha."
Liam’s eyes widened playfully. "Really?"
Before I could even blink, his hands gripped my hips, and he flipped me right over onto my back. He pinned me beneath his heavy, muscular body again, a dangerous but fun smirk on his handsome face. He looked down at me, his chest pressing into mine.
"If that’s the case, why don’t we go another round right now?" he teased, his low voice thick with promise.
I let out a loud laugh, pressing my hands against his tattooed shoulders to hold him back. "Stop! Liam, stop! I was just joking!"
"Oh, no I wasn’t," he chuckled, nipping playfully at my jawline while I squirmed and laughed beneath him.
"Okay, okay!" I gasped, smiling up at him. I reached up and gently cupped his face, looking into his beautiful green eyes. "Liam, you were magnificent. Truly."
His smirk softened into something incredibly warm and tender. He leaned down, pressing a sweet, slow kiss to my lips. When he pulled back just an inch, his eyes locked onto mine with total devotion.
"I love you, Scarlett," he whispered softly.
My heart stopped. The words hung in the quiet room, heavy and real. Panic flared deep in my stomach, and my throat went completely dry. I didn’t know what to say. I loved him too, but the dark secrets about Leo and Leonard felt like a giant wall standing between us. I couldn’t force the words out of my mouth.
Liam noticed the sudden fear in my eyes right away. Instead of getting upset, he just smiled gently and kissed my forehead.
"Calm down, my love," he murmured sweetly, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "You aren’t under any pressure. I can wait for you."
I nodded slowly, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The relief was sweet, but the guilt in my chest only grew heavier. He was being so patient, so perfect.
He pulled me tightly into his big arms, tucking my head under his chin as we lay side by side on the messy bed. He held me close, but after a minute of silence, he let out a long, heavy sigh.
"I’m jealous, Scar," he admitted quietly, his grip tightening around my waist just a little bit. "Tomorrow is Tuesday. Leonard has you tomorrow."
A bitter, sad feeling hit my stomach, but I forced myself to keep my voice steady. "You have to get used to it, Liam. We all agreed to the schedule."
Liam sighed again, burying his face in my hair, inhaling my scent one last time before the clock struck midnight. "I know," he muttered softly into the dark. "I know."
"We can do this, Liam," I whispered against his chest, trying to comfort both him and myself. "We can."
He didn’t speak. He just nodded slowly into the dark, his grip tightening around me as if he were trying to memorize the feel of my skin. Wrapped securely in his big arms, we finally closed our eyes and fell asleep completely naked, our bodies still warm and tangled together.
I was woken up hours later by the sensation of soft, warm kisses raining all over my face. I opened my eyes to the dim grey light of early dawn, a soft moan escaping my throat as I stretched out beneath him.
Liam didn’t waste any time. He rolled his heavy body right onto me, his dark hair messy from sleep. He leaned down and eagerly captured my left breast, sucking my nipple deep into his warm mouth.
"Mmm, Liam," I moaned, my hips tilting up instinctively. The fated bond woke up instantly, making my pussy ache and throb with fresh wetness.
He let out a low, rough growl against my skin. I felt his thick, rock-hard cock sliding down my thigh, hot and heavy, until the head was rubbing right against my sensitive entrance. Fuck, I wanted him so bad. Even after last night, my body was entirely addicted to his touch.
He lifted my hips, lining himself up to sink completely inside me, when a sudden, loud knock rattled the heavy bedroom door.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I froze. The morning air shifted instantly, carrying a sharp, familiar scent of dark chocolate, musk, and burnt wood.
Leonard.
Liam’s green eyes snapped open, instantly flaring with a dangerous, golden rage. His chest was heaving against mine, the veins popping along his neck. His cock was right at my entrance, bursting and ready to claim me all over again. He didn’t want to stop. He growled fiercely, ignoring the loud knocking completely, and slammed his hips down, sinking his entire thick length deep inside my tight hole in one heavy thrust.
"Ah!" I gasped out loud, my walls stretching tight around him as he filled me up to the hilt. "Liam, wait—"
I tried to speak, tried to tell him to stop, but he was completely consumed by his possessive Alpha instincts. He didn’t care that his brother was right outside. He grabbed my hips hard and began to move, driving into me with hard, fast, desperate strokes.
Outside, the door handle rattled violently.
Leonard knocked again.
"Liam, open the door," he demanded, his voice filled with anger. "It is officially 6:00 AM. Tuesday has started. Get your hands off my mate."