Cry Wolf

Chapter Eleven - The Moment

The Moment

My hands clutch at his shirt, twisting in the fabric. Liam's kiss is consuming, possessive. His fingers tug on my chin, parting my lips. Then his tongue is invading my mouth, stroking, claiming.

I've never been kissed like this before. It's wild and rough and god help me I want more. I kiss him back hungrily, my tongue entangling with his, only to be captured by his teeth and sucked. I keen in pleasure, embarrassed by my reaction. My desire is obvious. Desperate.

With a rough sound his hands drop to my hips, lifting me up and laying me down on the mattress. His strong body follows, pressing tight, making me feel small and fragile. His body heat penetrates my clothing and only now do I realize how cold I feel. How alone.

Need.

A little sound escapes my throat. A moan.

His hands tighten in response, sliding down my waist, leaving a trail of fire, and cupping my ass. He squeezes hard with a husky groan, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I'm breathless. Aching. It's not enough. My chest feels so empty, a dark void that I know instinctively only Liam can fill. I want him in a way that's physical painful.

I hear Liam growl deep in his chest, as if he senses it.  His hands burn even hotter, searing me through my leggings. I feel his fangs sharpen in his mouth with my seeking tongue. On my lips. He nips me with another growl. Pain and pleasure intermix, exploding from his bite and rushing up my veins. I taste my own blood, strangely sweet, my head swimming in ecstasy.

Then his body stiffens and he pulls away from me. I don't move, my hands tiny fists half-raised in the air, blood dripping from my lip. Why is he stopping? Did I do something wrong?

Liam looks at me darkly, his breathing erratic. "Get your things and meet me in the car," he orders harshly. I watch in shock as he picks up the box I just packed and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

Just like that the moment is over.

I stare after him, my mind a jumbled mess. My body is trembling with an unfulfilled need I've never known. I go to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, and stare down into the sink as dots of red stain the white porcelain.

I've just made a complete fool of myself.

You did not. He kissed you.

I know my wolf is trying to console me but I can't shake the embarrassment. Liam only kissed me because I practically begged for it.

That is not true.

I ignore my wolf, dabbing at my lip with a washcloth until it stops bleeding. It's not a bad bite. It doesn't even hurt. Nothing like Liam's mark. Unconsciously, I reach up and touch my neck, sweeping my fingertips over the raised edges. It's strangely comforting to me and my body calms quickly.

Leaving the bathroom, I finish packing. Picking up my boxes I sulkily go back outside and meet Liam by the car. He's waiting for me, the back of the SUV open. I deposit my boxes silently, risking a peek at him sideways. He's staring up into the cloudy sky, hands in his jacket pockets, muttering to himself what sounds like, "...she's a god damn child."

"Are you angry?" I dare to ask.

"Yes!" he snaps.

I wince. "At me?"

"No."

"Oh..."

He notices me looking at him and I look away quickly, embarrassed to be caught staring. "Are you okay?" he asks roughly. His eyes drop to my lip with a scowl.