Doesn't Smell Of You
1320 Words
Ira
She walked away from Liam, even when he hadn't completed speaking.
Of course, Monike had to stay until she was fit to leave! But why wouldn't Ira trust Liam? Silly wolf! He had literally thrown Monike off himself! Even now, when he clearly wanted to be with Ira, he was blabbering about what he had to do with Monike!
Shaking her head, she retrieved the treasure she had stumbled across in the morning. She had found her old pair of shoes, the red Madonna stilettos and her red bracelet with golden rock studs neatly wrapped in a butter paper in a corner of the wardrobe.
She had been curious as it was kept next to her clothes and she did not remember placing anything in a butter paper.
She hadn’t carried too much stuff. Sarena had given her a very short notice. She was here only with a cabin bag and another duffle bag that Kirra had put together for her.
Thankfully, she had a little more belongings than what she had a few days back, but it was still easy to track her things.
The memory of her graduation eve flooded her brain as she remembered how she had given it to Bella. After her graduation day she had never seen Bella until a few weeks back when she was taken hostage in the battle between the Blood Moon Clan and the Rogues.
When she saw the shoes and bracelet, she immediately understood that Liam had confiscated those since the time Bels had returned to the Rogue land. That's why she hadn't been able to join Ira back for studies. Ira also realised that the nameless, faceless sexy dude in her dreams was none other than Liam!
Her soul had started connecting with him even before they had actually met.
In the evening, she was going to ask Bella about the shoes, but Liam had interrupted them. Now she would get the entire story from the horse’s mouth.
She was amazed at how much she could guess by just finding her shoes. Am I a smart cookie or what? Or is it because I am a witch? Freak! I am turning out to be another Sarena! She facepalmed herself.
Just like a seasoned witch, she had silently slipped away from Liam while he was asking her if she was ready to trust him.
A thrill of apprehension ran through her veins as she wondered what his reaction would be when he sees her return and what would he say when he hears her speak her mind out?
Ira had almost finished reading all the three volumes of books on werewolf history. She was lost in trying to finish the last few chapters when she felt the couch dip as Liam sat next to her.
The scent of sage overwhelmed her senses as she continued to feel the need to hug Liam’s sexy body.
Her skin prickled. His eyes were on her.
She was just short of hyperventilating when she called him out for staring at her. He looked so cute, all flustered and out of control when he got up and walked away from her.
The athletic muscles of his calves, the movement of his shoulders, his voice, everything was causing ripples of desire course through her. She rubbed her thighs trying hard to concentrate on his words about Monike and Co Ma, but could register very little.
How did she care anyway? After all James had mentioned that the alliance was supporting the rogues if they agreed to their conditions.
If he wasn’t so stuck up in his word vomit, he would have noticed her arousal. But he was too consumed with his obsession of getting over with whatever he had to say.
She walked into the library, and Liam sat on the couch, drinking. A bottle of Sullivan’s cove stood right next to her pile of books on the coffee table. It was half empty. A Harley Davidson coaster kept next to the bottle was waiting for the glass of whiskey to rest on it.
The glass was in Liam’s hand as he sipped, staring into nothingness, totally unaware of his surroundings.
His bathrobe had slightly slipped off one of his shoulders, giving her a glimpse of a muscular chest peppered with light hair. And the tattoo of the crystal orb peaked through the edge of the bathrobe, playing hide and seek as he moved his hand to take sips of the liquid gold.
Even the lower part of the bathrobe had slipped off, just about covering his essentials with its loosely tied belt. Her heart galloped looking at his muscular body and slowly she let her eyes travel up towards his face.
She was scared to look at his eyes, not knowing what she would find there but the curiosity was uncontrollable. She had to see his reaction.
As she looked at the square jaw and full lips, her mouth went dry. She knew what those lips tasted like. When her eyes landed on his brown ones, she stepped back at the look of dejection in them.
In only a few minutes Liam looked older. Was it really true or was it her mind playing games? Her heart broke at the looked of pure agony in his eyes and a powerful instinct to protect her soulmate consumed her.
She walked over to him. Pulling the glass out of his hand, she placed her red bracelet in his palm and set the glass aside.
He blinked at her a few times. Looked like he was drunk. Which was weird for the werewolf metabolism was too high for a full grown Lycan like Liam to be drunk only on a couple of glasses.
“Why is this in your cupboard?” She pointed at the bracelet and asked.
“Aan?” He responded.
She raised her eyebrows and gestured towards the bracelet. He took it to his nose and took a deep whiff. “It doesn’t smell of you anymore!”
In a quick, unexpected motion, he grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her into himself. Startled, she flopped onto his lap. He held her close, engulfing her in a bone crushing hug. Her cheeks tickled with the light hair on his chest and his strong masculine scent sent her hormones into a tizzy. Gently moving her hair aside, still holding her with one hand, he took another deep whiff and sighed.
“This!” He whispered against her neck. His warm breath smelled of whiskey as he started badgering her with hickeys on her neck and over her shoulder. His teeth bit into her soft sensitive skin, sending waves of pain and pleasure throughout her body, and her heart hammered crazily against her rib cage.
Her body burned with desire. How soon the tables had turned. She had believed that she would tease him and here she was, caught in his unrelenting embrace as he continued to torment her body with kisses and lovebites.
The hand that had moved the hair now pulled the strap of her summer dress aside and he ran his tongue all the way from her shoulder to neck.
"I love the way you taste," he murmured against her skin. "I bet it doesn't taste of you either!"
She wiggled her bum and rubbed her thighs, trying to ease off the aching sensation between her legs as her nub pulsed and throbbed. Her heart rushed with anticipation. She gulped to ebb the dryness in her mouth and licked her lips to moisten them.
A low growl emanated from Liam as he stared at her face, his gaze moving from her eyes to her lips. His own eyes changed colours too quickly for Ira to know who she was looking at as he pressed his lips against hers.
Her heart continued to gallop, and butterflies fluttered in her tummy. What next?
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