Like an angry wife she inspected Ryker. He had said soon. But it was a few hours after the call had been made. Her hands were checking him for any injuries while her nose was sniffing for any foreign scents.
"Who's the girl?"
Ryker rubbed her cheek. The fluttery feeling in his stomach always appeared when he saw her. His desire to reassure her and love her clashed with his sleepiness. But one was more important.
"Rosy. I mean Roselyn."
He pulled Liv's hands off him as her fingers probed a bruise on his shoulder. The ache of Rosy's punch.
His answer made the vampire's ruby eyes flare. Another vampire was trespassing on her territory, marking him, even if it was with a fist instead of fangs. The anger that grew in her was palpable.
She grabbed him by his arm, dragging him from the living room to her room, away from the sleeping wolf. Liv had plushies on her bed. The one of a giant beaver was her favorite.
"You're sleeping with me tonight."
Liv threw the beaver off the bed and landed on the floor with a muffled poof. Then she pointed to the empty space she had made, urging him to lay down. Following after him, she placed his head on her lap.
"Before that tell me everything."
Warmth spread through his chest. Her thighs were soft, almost making him fall asleep right there, his eyelids becoming droopy.
"Can I tell you tomorrow?"
He yawned. His head sank deeper into the plush comfort of her lap. He was seconds away from passing out.
She pinched his ears.
"Wide awake," he said, not wide awake at all.
He began explaining, from the cab ride to the snotty Irvin, Ian's speech, to the fight with Rosy. One thing he was on the fence about was the Alucard name. Telling Liv would make him feel lighter but at the same time it could make her more jealous or even violent.
"So this Rosy beat you up and you go dancing with her?"
As the last word left her lips, a faint frost began to crystallize in the air around her.
"Yes it was fun," he admitted.
Stroking her thigh like it was a kitten, he smiled.
"I'd love to dance with you, under the moonlight, one day."
Liv's anger crumbled. The thought of him holding her in the middle of a clearing, swaying to a slow tune of crickets and the wind, her head on his shoulder...
She shook her head. There was still a vampire trying to steal her Ryker.
"Did you bite her?"
The question was sharp, a sudden probe of ice into the soft conversation.
"Of course not."
Surprisingly, that thought never crossed his mind.
"She's a friend."
Another yawn fought its way out. This night had been a marathon of emotional and physical exertion. Tomorrow was the first day of the academy. Adequate rest was mandatory. Yet the interrogation continued.
"What's her last name?"
He stiffened. There it was. The one question he couldn't answer without setting off a series of bombs.
"Is it that important?"
Her ruby eyes narrowed. Her grip on his thigh tightened, a silent, warning squeeze.
"You spent half the night with a girl. I think her last name is relevant so that I can evaluate her."
The air between them chilled. The plushies on her bed seemed to be watching, their button eyes judging. Lying was not an option. Never. So he had to deflect.
"Why do you want to evaluate her? You'll always be my number one, Liv."
His hand found hers, intertwining their fingers, gently rubbing her knuckles, a silent plea.
Tears threatened to escape Liv's eyes.
"Number one? Yet you gave your first time to a fish," her voice cracked at the end.
An immediate guilt twisted Ryker's gut. Liv was the one who told him to comfort Alya.
"You wanted-"
"I wanted you to comfort her, maybe a kiss. Not stick your-" she stopped, burying her face in her hands. The rage was gone.
His fatigue vanished, replaced by the need to comfort her, to fix this. He sat up and pulled her into an embrace.Caressing her hair, her small shivers were making him uneasy.
"I thought I could stomach you being with Anna but now there are three of them. With Isabella it's Four!" Liv sobbed.
Tears were seeping through his shirt.
"Liv I'll never leave you. You know that right?"
Looking up with those tear-filled red eyes, she had that childlike vulnerability he sometimes saw when she forgot to take her medicine.
"No one will ever steal me away from you okay?"
He kissed her forehead.
She snuggled into the crook of his neck. Her fangs elongated and she bit him, marking him. The small bite wasn't one filled with rage. It was a claim. The smell of blood lingered in the room.
Pulling away from him, wiping the blood from her mouth, she lifted her shirt. Her flat stomach was exposed. She pointed to her belly, rubbing her lower abdomen. Right where Alya had done after sex.
Ryker knew what she was asking. A dark swirl of possessiveness mixed with affection coursed through him.
"Make me a mother," she whispered into his ear.
The proposition hung between them, raw and desperate, wiping away all the fagitue and replacing it with intense longing.
He kissed her. It wasn't a soft kiss like with Alya. It was a hungry one, a collision of two souls desperate to erase the presence of others. She kissed back with equal desire.
Hungrily they both took off their clothes until they were both naked under the dim moonlight streaming through Liv's window. She laid back on the bed.
Spreading her legs, exposing her most sacred area, he got in between her legs. A glistening, eager flower. He lowered his head, his tongue exploring the soft folds of her femininity. Her hips buckled as he teased her. The scent of her arousal was sharp and cold.
"Ryker..." her nails dug into the sheets.
Then he placed his member against her entrance, gently rubbing her lips up and down, coating himself with her desire. With a single thrust, he entered her.
"Ah..." Liv gasped.
Small trickles of blood stained her thighs. But her discomfort lasted only a few moments.
"More."
He began moving, pulling out and pushing back inside. With each move she tightened her legs around him.
Leaning down, Ryker buried his head in the crook of Liv's neck, nuzzling her before sinking his fangs into her skin.
"Aaah!"
Liv's scream was a beautiful melody of pain and pleasure.
His girth slipped out from her. Guiding it back inside her, Liv stood up. She pushed him back on the bed.
"I want to be on top."
With a predatory grace that sent a shiver of pure delight down his spine, Liv mounted him. His hardness sliding deep into her as she sheathed him completely. Taking a deep breath, she began to rock, her movements were rhythmic, as if a slow song was playing that only she could hear.
Her adorable boobs were bouncing as she used him for her own pleasure.
He grabbed her hips to help her, wanting to see her expression twist into a beautiful knot of bliss.
"Yes just like that, harder," she moaned.
Feeling her clamp down on him as he helped her was the most beautiful thing in the world. Every inch of her core was fluttering. His glans brushed against the opening of her womb.
"Do it," she whispered and started kissing him. The kiss was sloppy.
Her legs were shaking. It was a sign.
Her orgasm hit with a blinding light as her inner walls clenched around him in a powerful, rhythmic spasm. She shuddered. Her nails leaving red marks on his shoulders.
"F-fuck," he cursed as he reached his peak.
He filled her womb to the brim as he held onto her body for dear life. Exhausted they collapsed next to each other, his rod still inside her, her smile was the widest he had ever seen.
"I love you," she kept repeating. A happy chant.
The world fell away. His heart was racing against his chest. With her time always flew by yet it was always the most important thing to him.
"I love you too."
He planted a kiss on her forehead as her eyes started closing. A loud purring escaped from her. Joining her, they both drifted to sleep. A small peace before tomorrow's inevitable storm.