Deceit (Gallows Hill #1)

32. Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty One

Vincent

I ’m sitting outside of Skyla’s door, disassembling and reassembling my gun over and over again as I pass the time. My eyes are continually tracking the hallways, waiting, watching.

One of the reasons I’m so excellent at my position within the Brethren is my patience. I could stake out a job for days, my attention never wavering. I wasn’t lying to Skyla that once I set my eyes on something, I don’t stop until it’s mine. Whether that be a dead body, a stalker or her.

I don’t give a fuck about her ‘boyfriends’, I don’t even give a damn about her ‘fiancé’. I want her and no matter how impossibly difficult it will be, I will have her. One day. When she’s ready.

A breathy moan sounds through the door that has my hands pausing. I listen again, some muffled words that have me frowning. I quickly reassemble my gun, loading one in the chamber before standing. Swiping the key card I made for her room, her door opens easily, and I push inside, my eyes scanning the empty still room.

I know for a fact that Asher, Liam and Ronan are all out of town. I couldn’t get the specifics for what, just that they are in New York for a job. Which is interesting because I was supposed to be in New York for a job this week that was suddenly canceled. There is no way the two could be connected. Then again, maybe they could be.

Moving lightly on my feet, I’m able to clear both the bathroom and her closet before coming to her bed. She’s alone, laying perfectly in the middle of it, the straps of her white tank top a beautiful contrast to her sun kissed skin. Goddamnit, she’s so perfect.

Her hair is fanned out across her pillow like it would be in the water, like the perfect sea temptress she is. Her rosy red lips are begging for my cock to slide in between, her hard nipples straining against the thin shirt aching for my mouth latched around them.

“Liam,” she moans, her voice soft and sleep drenched. “Oh, Liam. Please, touch me,” she begs.

I can’t tell if she’s asleep or only semi-conscious. Either way, it doesn’t matter to me. I find myself closing the distance between us, coming to her side as my fingers skate against her cheek.

“I’m here, Siren,” I murmur, not giving a shit that it’s not my name on her lips, it’s not me filling her dreams. It will be when I’m done with her.

“More,” she whimpers. “Give me more,” she begs, as her back arches and her legs seem to rub together beneath the sheets.

I feel my cock stiffen, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m peeling back her blankets, exposing her bare legs in nothing but a tiny pair of sleep shorts. Kneeling onto the bed, I crawl between her legs, tucking my gun into my waistband before resting my hands on her knees. My tattooed fingers are such a stark contrast to her blank skin. It feels forbidden, like I’m about to soil her with my blood stained hands. Like they are too keen to violence for her precious body.

Not precious enough to stop me when the next moan flutters from her mouth. My hands force her knees apart, allowing her to open up to me so that I can take in the view. She’s fucking perfect. Just like I knew she would be. My face is only a foot or so away, I can smell her arousal from whatever fantasy she is dreaming about right now, and I don’t even attempt to hold myself back.

Sticking my tongue out, I run a long line through her, her taste instantly spreading across my tongue. I grumble my pleasure against her. Goddamnit, she’s fucking delicious too. What isn’t perfect about my Siren?

She gasps at the touch, and I do it again and again, allowing moan after moan to fall from her lips.

“Yes, Liam,” she groans. “You feel so good. Don’t stop,” her sleepy voice murmurs.

It only slightly irks me that she continues to call me Walcott. Can’t she tell that it’s me? That he could never make her feel the way I can? He wasn’t made for her. I was.

Proving to her that it couldn’t possibly be Liam, I continue licking and sucking her before my teeth graze against her clit. She rewards me with a sweet sounding groan before I do it again and again. I feel her body begin to shake beneath me and with one well timed nip against her clit, she comes hard.

I’m not sure how she’s able to still be sleeping or if she’s trapped in some type of half dream, half sentient haze. She’s able to orgasm beautifully though, moaning and wiggling in the sheets as I continue eating her through her release until her body is still and breathing heavy. She doesn’t speak after that and I try to continue, but she doesn’t respond to my touch.

I could try waking her. It’s clear that her body wants me, even if her mind isn’t ready to admit it yet. Then again, she came to me so easily yesterday, crawling on top of me and falling asleep like I was her safeguard. It was easily the best night of my life, and I didn’t even get a wink of sleep.

Deciding that she needs her rest, I place a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, a promise of more to come and soon. I slide out of her bed, tucking the blankets over her and resuming my position outside her door, reinvigorated and ready to shoot any motherfucker that even steps foot on this floor.