Secured by the Buyer (Taken by His Alpha #3)

Chapter 11

11

T he warmth of Liam’s arms envelops me as he carries me out of the bathroom wrapped in a giant towel that covers me from shoulder to calf.

He insisted on rinsing all the soap off my body, then drying my hair. The delay should have cooled my burgeoning desire, but the anticipation only managed to increase it to a raging fire.

Who knew being pampered could be such a turn-on?

It was a slow seduction, a prelude to what will happen next. The hard cock straining against the front of his bath-dampened pants leaves no room to doubt that this will end with him simply tucking me into bed .

The fluffy mattress dips beneath my weight as Liam lays me down, towel and all, and my heart beats faster with anticipation.

Instead of unwrapping me like the gift I am, he sits near the footboard and pulls the bottle of coconut oil from his back pocket.

He starts with my feet, massaging the ache left from back-to-back jobs that require being on them all day.

When he reaches my ankle, he bends to kiss the top of my foot. “You even have freckles here. Every part of you is so pretty.”

The praise curls through me, stoking my desire higher, if that’s even possible.

His strong hands move up to my calves, working out the knots, the sensation both relaxing and stimulating, making me bite my lip to keep from moaning.

Slowly, I relax under his touch, and when he lingers on the backs of my knees, I purr for him.

No one has ever touched me like this, as if I mattered. As if I’m worth more than the dirt on their shoes.

He works the oil into my thighs and hips, too, while avoiding my straining dick for now, leaving the towel over my waist. The man is determined to work every ache from my body without touching where I want him most, and it feels so good that I don’t argue.

Next, he moves up to sit beside me and focuses on my hands, thumbs working between the delicate bones, spending time on my wrists before moving upward.

He massages my chest again, lingering on my shoulders and neck, and I let out a shaky breath as I melt beneath his touch. The towel opens little by little as he works on each newly revealed part of my body, and when his palms glide over my waist, Liam’s head dips to lick one of my nipples.

Pleasure spirals down to my hips, and I tremble as slick leaks from my entrance. The soft terrycloth shifts against my hard dick, and a needy moan escapes.

I bite my lip to stifle the sound, arching my back toward him, seeking more contact. His fingers splay across my stomach, massaging in slow, sensual circles, his thumb lingering over the heart-shaped birthmark above my hip bone. The heat of his touch spreads through me, his pheromones, heavy with his desire, fill my lungs, but he shows no plan to rush.

Liam kisses and licks his way downward while he continues the massage, leaving me a puddle of lust, too weak to move .

“Such a lovely pillow princess,” Liam murmurs as he finally peels the towel the rest of the way open.

My cheeks flush at the compliment, and I stretch my arms up, displaying myself for his view.

The scent of coconut oil fills the air again as Liam adds more to his palms before he grips my hard dick with the perfect amount of pressure. A shudder runs through me as he strokes me, playing with my balls at the same time. My lashes fall to half-mast, still intent on his face even as pleasure rolls through my body.

Liam’s head lowers, taking me into the melting warmth of his mouth. I moan as my eyes shut, all of my focus on the way his tongue works me and the suction noises filling the room.

When he releases my dick, he dips lower to suck on my sensitive sack, sending heat curling up my spine. His fingers scrape over my taint, tantalizingly close to my weeping entrance, but never venturing farther back.

“So perfect for me,” he breathes against my skin, his voice raw with desire.

He takes me deep once more, down to the root. My tip slips into his throat, and he swallows around me, the tight constriction the final push I need.

Pleasure crashes over me, and I moan as I come, my dick pulsing. Liam sucks as his head lifts, drinking it all down.

While I still lie gasping, he applies fresh oil to my sensitive flesh before rolling me onto my stomach.

My nose buries into his pillows, breathing in the pheromones lingering on his linens as I wait for him to enter me.

Instead, the mattress dips, and slick hands lift my foot.

He can’t be serious.

I raise my head to glare at him over my shoulder.

“Patience, princess.” He works my heel, making me melt again. “We’ll get there, so just relax and let me take care of you.”

My head drops back to the cloud-like pillow beneath my cheek, surrendering to Liam’s strong fingers working their magic on my body.

He lingers over my feet this time, pressing into the arches while his thumbs stroke along the soles in a way that melts my muscles. The scent of the massage oil fills the room, calming me further.

“Your freckles are like constellations.” Liam’s breath puffs over the sensitive spot behind my knees. “I could lose myself in them for hours.”

He kisses up my inner thighs, his full lips leaving goose bumps in their wake. With a gasp, I spread my legs wider in silent demand.

“So impatient, aren’t you?” He massages my hips and ass, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“All I’m doing is lying here as instructed,” I groan into the pillow.

Warm oil drizzles down my spine before Liam’s broad hands work their way upward, his thumbs pressing into my vertebrae and causing a few satisfying pops.

As my moans fill the room, he bends over me, his breath hot on my cheek, “Did that feel good, princess?”

“Keep going,” I encourage, sinking into the mattress.

Liam obeys, his lips brushing my shoulders and nape, sending pleasure curling through me again. I shift restlessly, and the hard ridge of his cock brushes me, still trapped within his slacks.

I wiggle my hips, and he groans, his restraint falters as he grinds into the cleft of my ass.

His teeth scrape the shell of my ear. “God, Milo, I want your sweet heat wrapped around me again so much.”

Pulse quickening, I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. “You’re the only one wanting to go slow here.”

He gives a strained laugh, his dark brown eyes filled with conflict. “I’m trying to treasure you, while you’re attempting to kill me.”

I rock against his bulge. “Better make the most of it then.”

Liam shakes his head, his resolve returning. His body lifts off mine, and he kisses his way down my back, his hands roaming over my ass, squeezing gently.

His mouth finds the base of my spine, sucking hard, and I gasp at the sensation, gripping the sheets beneath me. He spreads me open, cool air brushing over my slick crease, and I moan in anticipation. He buries his face between my cheeks, his tongue teasing at my entrance, and all coherent thoughts vanish as pleasure takes over.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” Liam groans, the vibrations from his voice adding another layer of ecstasy to the experience.

Moans threaten to escape, and I bite my lip to hold them back as he feasts on me like I’m the most delectable dessert he’s ever eaten.

Why does he have to be so skilled at this? And why is he holding back from taking the last step? It’s not like we haven’t already fucked.

As Liam continues to worship my body, I bury my face in his pillow. The down muffles the sounds I can’t restrain, especially when his fingers join his mouth. They push inside and spread me open for his tongue to thrust into the deepest part of me.

The sensation is like fire, intense and consuming, and I can’t help but whine and rock my hips into it. My hardening dick rubs against the soft towel beneath me with each movement, adding to the onslaught.

“Delicious,” Liam murmurs between licks.

He reaches through the gap in my thighs to massage my balls before gripping my oil-slicked shaft and stroking me in time to the thrust of his fingers as they sink deeper, hooking toward my abdomen. The combined sensations overwhelm me, pleasure streaking up my spine like lightning.

“Come on,” Liam encourages, working me from both ends. “Come again for me, princess.”

My toes curl, and my hips rock helplessly as I fall over the edge again with a cry, Liam’s name muffled in the pillow. He massages my prostate, milking every drop of cum out of me until I collapse onto the bed, gasping for breath .

“Fuck, Milo…your responsiveness is amazing,” he pants, his voice rough.

The sound of a zipper lowering sets my heart racing with anticipation. Instead of entering me as I expect, though, Liam takes himself in hand. With a few quick pumps, he spills over his fist.

Confusion fills me. Why didn’t he take what we both wanted? He bought me, I told him it’s okay to use me. So what’s holding him back?

Still lying in the damp spot left by my release and my body tingling from Liam’s touch, I can’t figure out this man’s angle.

When Liam collapses onto the mattress beside me, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, I demand, “Why didn’t you fuck me?”

He gives me a blissed-out smirk. “Isn’t that what I just did?”

Frustrated by his evasion, I huff. “You know what I mean.”

Liam reaches over and cups my cheek, his rough fingers a contrast to the tender way he handles me. “Next time I’m in your body like that, Milo, I want it to be because you’re sure you want me.”

Heat creeps up my cheeks, and I bury my face in the pillow. “You’re delusional for passing up this opportunity. ”

“Trust me, I want to be inside you more than I want air.” He traces the Mark on the nape of my neck. “But I want us on the same page when it happens, and we’re not there yet.”

His words sink into me, and for a moment, I imagine truly belonging to him. Not as an Omega submitting to an Alpha, but as two people who care for one another. Maybe even love each other.

I snort at my own delusions. “Don’t hold your breath.”

“I can wait.” The bed shifts, and Liam presses a gentle kiss to his Mark. “I’m a patient man, when it counts.”

Strong arms wrap around me, and I let myself be held, daring to believe we can find our way back to how things should have been.