Equation for Love Sutherland, Fae (learn to read activity book TXT) 📖

would think a silly little gland could feel so mind-bendingly good. He almost wished he'd gone into human sciences instead, so he could maybe wrap his brain around the pleasure he was feeling. As it was, he just had to ride it out and trust Liamwouldn't let himflyapart at the seams.

Liam began to push a third finger in, and Skye whimpered, jaw clenching. It was a bit more than uncomfortable, but it didn't creep past the border into pain, like Liam had promised. But, dear God, he'd never felt anything like it. So full. Stretched open. Completelyand utterlyLiam's.

All he knew was Liam owned him in that moment. More than he'd ever thought another person could ever own him. He was Liam's and, on some fainter level, Liamwas maybe his a little, too. He wanted to think so, so he did.

By the time he'd managed to wrap his mind a bit around the feeling of Liam's fingers, Liam began to move them, and Skye's mind scattered again, splintering into a millionshards ofsensationand pleasure and need. Need. He'd never needed anyone before this, but what he felt was far beyond the scope of want. He needed. Liamand everything Liamcould give him, Skye needed

it. "That's it, darlin', move with me. Listen to your

body."

Skye realized belatedly that he was moving, hips lifting to meet Liam's thrusting fingers, hands clutching and digging into Liam's back. "It's amazing," he panted, staringup at Liam.

"So are you," Liam murmured after a moment's pause. Then he was kissing Skye and his fingers were gone and ohGod, ohGod, this was it.

He jolted a little at the sound of the condom wrapper tearing open, trembled even more as Liam reached between them, all the while kissing him senseless. ThenLiamwas there, slick and hard, nudging against Skye's entrance. The kiss broke and Skye stared up at Liam. He wanted to watch. To see his face and maybe try to figure out what it might feel like for him. Maybe Liam would let him find out some other

time.Skye's heart thudded as Liam pushed against him

and his cock just glided inside, smooth and deep. At least it felt deep, though a quick glance down said barely the tip was in him. It didn't hurt, though, and

Skye smiled, arms twiningaround Liam's neck. "I'm okay. Oh...better than okay..." He didn't have

words for what he was and let out a giddysort oflaugh,

archingtoward Liam. "More, please?"

Liam's lips curved in the smallest of smiles and he

nodded, bending to brush a kiss to Skye's lips. "More,

myown. Definitelymore."

Oh, if he kept calling him that, Skye was going to

do something stupid like want to keep him. Or be kept

by him, as the case may be. He liked hearing it too

much to ask Liam to stop, though. Not now. Not with

all this, this...goodness inside him. He felt drunk on

Liam, and on the pleasure, and he wasn't caring much

about anything else right now. Not even his stupid,

suddenly-risk-takingheart.

He lifted his hips, gasping when Liam sank even

deeper inside him. It stung a little bit, but it faded just as

fast, and Skye clenched experimentally. It got hima hell

ofa reaction as Liamcursed, reaching down to curlone

hand onSkye's hip.

"Wait, darlin'...let me. Not too fast."

Skye didn't want to wait. Not anymore. He'd been

waiting for his entire life and he was done. "Please, Liam...Sir...it feels good, so good..." Didn't Liam understand he was fine? That he was going to go insane

ifLiamdidn't hurryand give himmore?

Liam let out a choked-sounding laugh, circling his

hips. "WantonSkye...whendid that happen, hmm?" "Now. Just now." Maybe? Maybe earlier, he

couldn't remember, couldn't think.

Luckily, Liamdidn't seemto require a specific timeframe, and Skye got his wish as Liam pushed deeper,

this time in a slow, but steady glide all the way inside

him. When Liam's balls rested against his ass, Skye felt

like he wasn't just himself anymore, like so much of him

was full of Liam now, he was a part of Liam. Or Liam

was a part of him. Either way, he wasn't himself

anymore and it was because of Liam. And it felt soooo

fuckinggood.

"Oh my God," he murmured, blinking up at Liam.

"You're inme."

Liam's smile was tight, jaw clenched. "I am." Was Liam waiting for something? He wasn't

moving. Skye frowned, squirming under him. "Liam..."

He let out a frustrated groan and glared up at him.

"You're not moving!"

Liamlaughed for real then, forehead against Skye's

shoulder for a minute before he lifted his head and met

Skye's eyes. "You're going to be the death ofme, aren't

you? Mywantonown."

Skye wasn't sure what Liam meant by being the

death of him, but before his brain could try to make

sense of it, Liamdid what Skye had been dying for and

finally moved. A hard, deep thrust rocked them both,

and Skye cried out, eyes widening.

Oh, that felt... Why weren't there words for this?

There should be. New ones. Powerful ones. Ones to

encompass the feeling of dying and being born all at the

same time witha single movement. Stupid vocabulary. There wasn't any breath for words anyway, though,

as Skye discovered when the first thrust was followed

by a second and a third, and he lost count. Skye

McCord lost count, which hadn't happened since he

was eighteenmonths old.

Liam didn't seem to be having any better luck, his

own vocabulary reduced to sexy, primal grunts and

rough curses every so often. It was exhilarating, and

Skye did everything he could to drag more reactions

from him. Clenching,