Chapter 67: Desire [R18]

Bunny instinctively tried to pull away, but Liam’s hold was far too powerful.

His hot, heavy breathing brushed against her ear. The Sentinel pheromones saturating the tent had grown almost overwhelming, and Liam’s mental threads were becoming increasingly restless, churning wildly beneath the surface.

Bunny had only established a mental link with him. Once a Sentinel formed a deep bond with a Guide, however, going without regular mental soothing could eventually cause the Sentinel to lose control.

It sounded rather extreme, but once a Sentinel was marked by a Guide, they could belong to that Guide alone. There was no escaping the bond.

Bunny could sense Liam’s mental energy fluctuating violently. She turned around, intending to calm him.

"Open your mental sea."

Liam, however, had absolutely no interest in receiving mental soothing.

He suddenly rolled over, pinning Bunny beneath him as his muscular thighs braced against the edge of the cot.

He started fumbling with his trousers. The night outside seemed to grow even darker.

"Liam! What are you doing?!"

This rebellious fool had officially decided to revolt!

Bunny wriggled desperately, trying to escape, but Liam caught her ankle and pulled her back. The delicate skin around her pale ankle immediately flushed red beneath his grip.

He planted both arms beside her pillow. His solid, heavily trained muscles came down around her like a heavy truck, leaving Bunny struggling beneath his weight.

"Get off me!"

She hammered her fists against his chest. Liam merely lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice already thick with unmistakable desire.

"Bunny, it won’t hurt."

Those words struck Bunny like a bolt of lightning.

"If you dare force me, I—"

Before she could finish, Liam caught her hand.

Bunny blinked. What was he doing?

He guided her palm over his broad, powerfully built chest, the muscles firm from years of training, then slowly moved her hand downward over his defined abdomen and sharply cut waist.

Liam raised one narrow, teasing eye.

"Do you like it?"

This puppy was apparently determined to prove he was no less impressive than Xander.

Bunny could feel the hard planes of his waist beneath her palm, and at the worst possible moment, an absurd thought popped into her mind.

Men with that kind of lean, muscular waist were probably the most dangerous kind.

For a moment, she thought she’d been worried for nothing. Then Liam’s hand continued downward. Bunny immediately understood.

"Liam..."

Liam rubbed his head affectionately against her like a large, shameless puppy asking for attention.

The innocent expression on his face was completely at odds with what he was actually trying to do. The contrast was almost ridiculous.

"I’ll be quick. I won’t hurt you."

Moonlight spilled softly across the night.

Inside the sealed military tent, the narrow cot barely had room for two people. Liam’s deep, husky breathing rose and fell through the darkness, creating an intimate, forbidden atmosphere.

His golden eyes were clouded with desire. Whatever little restraint remained was being battered by the storm raging inside him.

Bunny’s protest still hung in the air, but the fight had already begun to drain out of her. The Sentinel pheromones saturating the tent pressed against her senses like warm hands, and the restless churn of his mental threads brushed against the shallow link she had opened earlier. She could feel how close he was to losing control—how much he needed her.

And she could no longer push him away; after all, they were already bonded. His desire would inevitably become hers.

Instead of hammering her fists against his chest again, her hands slowed. One stayed pressed to the hard plane of his abdomen; the other rose and curled around the back of his neck.

Liam froze for half a second, golden eyes searching hers.

"Bunny..." His voice was rough, almost pleading. "I am suffering, but..."

She drew in a shaky breath, feeling the heavy heat of him braced above her, the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against her thigh through the fabric of his trousers. The bond hummed between them—hungry, insistent, but no longer one-sided.

"Alright..." she whispered.

Liam’s mouth claimed hers in a deep, open kiss, all heat and need. Bunny opened for him, tongue sliding against his as her legs parted willingly. He settled between them, hips rolling once so she could feel exactly how hard he was for her. A soft, helpless sound escaped her throat.

He broke the kiss only long enough to strip her trousers and underwear down her legs in one impatient motion, then shoved his own open. The thick length of him sprang free, flushed and heavy, the tip already glistening.

Bunny’s eyes flicked down. A flicker of nerves crossed her face, but she reached for him anyway, fingers wrapping around the hot, silken shaft. Liam groaned, forehead dropping to her shoulder.

"Fuck—Bunny—"

"Come here," she murmured, guiding him closer.

He lined himself up, the broad head of his cock nudging against her entrance. She was already wet from the pheromones and the frantic press of his body, but he still pushed in slow, giving her time to adjust. Inch by thick inch he sank into her, stretching her open until he was buried to the hilt.

Bunny’s head tipped back against the thin pillow, a long, shaky moan spilling out of her. Liam’s arms trembled on either side of her head as he held himself still, letting her feel every pulse of him inside her. ℯℯ𝑙.

"Are you okay?" he asked, voice strained.

She nodded, nails digging into his shoulders. "Move."

He did.

The first thrust was deep and deliberate, the cot creaking beneath them. Then another, harder. Liam set a steady, powerful rhythm, hips snapping forward so that every stroke dragged against that sensitive spot inside her. Bunny’s legs wrapped around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back, urging him deeper.

"Liam—ah—"

He kissed her again, swallowing her sounds, one hand sliding under her shirt to cup her breast, thumb stroking over a peaked nipple. The mental link flared wide open now; she could feel the raw, possessive hunger rolling off him, the way his control frayed a little more with every wet glide of his cock inside her.

"You feel so fucking good," he growled against her mouth. "My Guide. My Bunny."

Bunny arched beneath him, meeting every thrust. The narrow cot forced them close—chests pressed together, sweat-slick skin sliding, the wet sound of their bodies joining loud in the quiet tent. She could feel his broken energy mending, every time he drove into her.

Liam shifted angle, one strong arm sliding under her hips to tilt her higher. The next thrust hit deeper, and Bunny cried out, walls clenching hard around him.

"There—don’t stop—"

He didn’t. He fucked her through the first sharp crest of pleasure, golden eyes locked on her face as she came, soft and shaking around his cock. Only when her body started to go pliant did he chase his own release—thrusts turning shorter, harder, almost frantic.

"Bunny—"

He buried himself to the root and came with a low, guttural groan, pulsing hot and deep inside her. For several long heartbeats he stayed like that, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard, the last aftershocks still twitching through both of them.

Slowly the storm in his mental sea quieted. The violent churn settled into something warm and sated.

Liam eased out of her carefully, then rolled them onto their sides so he wouldn’t crush her on the tiny cot. His arms wrapped around her, one hand stroking down her spine in lazy, possessive sweeps.

He gently nipped her earlobe. His fingers clenched so tightly around the blanket that his knuckles turned white. A rough, breathless sound escaped his throat. His voice was deep and hoarse, the vibration sending warmth rushing into Bunny’s ears.

"Another round..."

More? He was insane!

"Get lost!"

Bunny kicked him away.

Liam rolled aside, only to crawl right back moments later. Looking thoroughly satisfied, he pressed a happy kiss against her temple.