Chapter 147: The best course of action

Liam

“You're sure this will work?” I ask watching Hazel as she packs her hunting bag.

She flicks her eyes to me for a moment. “There is only one thing I'm sure about and it's the fact that my father believes he is the smartest person in every room.”

“So he won't see it coming?”

“Even if he does he’ll be working from the vantage point where he assumes I can't possibly break out of any holds he set. He's always underestimated me and I allowed him to.”

“But you've escaped twice now. He will be on his guard.”

She shakes her head turning to face me. “The first time I left Ransom helped me and the second there was my cousin and this crazy beastly shifter I know.”

A smile breaks across my lips despite the circumstance. “He thinks you only got out because you had help.”

“I knew you were more than just a pretty face,” she teases.

Grabbing her hip and pulling her towards me, settling my nerves with the feel of her. My arms cage her and I inhale her scent nuzzling into the crook of her neck, the place my mark will go when she is ready.

Subconsciously she moves her head to the side, giving me access to her throat.

My teeth latch around the slender column of her throat and I gently pulse against her skin. Not hard enough to mark, but just enough to hold her there.

To make my blood grow warm and my wolf to rise and push his need for her into my loins.

“That's not fair,” she breaths.

A low growl from my beast rumbles in my chest.

I'm remiss to let her go but I find the will to open my mouth and remove my teeth.

“I can smell how much you need me. What's wrong with giving you what we both want?”

“You know what you're doing,” she accuses.

Yeah I do. “I don't think I do.”

I trace the slim straps of her shirt, sliding it across her creamy shoulder and placing a kiss on her bare skin.

Her breath hitches. “I have to meet Ransom so we can go over our plans.”

“Go later,” I murmured between kisses.

I'm not ignorant enough to think I can change her mind about staying, but I don't want to share my last moments with her before he goes handing herself off to the enemy.

“Liam,” she half heartedly complains.

I move down the center of her body, licking and nipping at her throat, her collar bone, between her ripe, plump breast.

Hazel moans and encourages me to keep going, to keep giving her pleasure until she can't remember why it's important for her to deny me.

“Fuck,” she huffs.

“Do you want me to stop,”I ask, pulling down her shirt and taking her exposed blush nipple onto my mouth.

I look up at her suckling and biting down gently, taking in the heavenly lidded, glazed look in her green eyes and parted lips.

“No.” The word is filled with desire.

Her fingers scape my scalp, sending tingles down my spine. My cook grows so stiff in my pants, I feel the rush in my brain.

“Fuck I need you,” I groan, take her sweet mouth with mine.

The slow, careful teasing ramps up and turns into an explosive clash of yearning.

Pulling her off her feet, I lay her back down onto my bed. Locking her legs around my waist she pushes me closer with her heels.

“Take this off,” she says, pawing at my shirt.

“With pleasure.”

I lift my hand so she can remove my shirt. I shred her with my claws, grabbing every inch of skin I can as I work her pants down.

I break out make out sitting back on my heels and unhook my pants.

Hazel's green eye turns bossy as she licks her bottom lip, enthralled by my nakedness.

“It gets better every time I see it,” Hazel says, fisting my cock with a sure, confident, grip.”

“Glad to know you approve.”

“Who wouldn't? You have the body of and the cock of a porn star,” she says, her voice pitching up at the end as if she can believe how lucky she is.

The feeling is mutual.

“That’s one way to stroke my ego.”

“How bout I show you another?” She dives onto my cock just the way I like it.

Deep and without preamble.

“Shit,” I hiss. “Just like that.”

Her mouth is almost as good as her pussy. Her hot smooth tongue caresses the underside of my length and he cheeks hollow as she sucks me down.

My pleasure eclipses my thoughts and I fight my body's natural reaction to pump into her mouth.

A loud pop proceeds the words, “What do I get if I make you come in the next three minutes.”

“Beside my load in your mouth?” I joke.

She slaps my thigh.

I grabbed my dick and pressed the head against her lips. “Make me come that fast and you can have whatever you want.”

The wicked look in her eyes lets me know I made a mistake but I can't bring myself to care.

“I blame you,” Ransom says as soon as we step into the war room.

I smirk. “What did I do this time?”

“Don't antagonize,” Elliot says, coming to Ransom's defence. “I mean we did make good use out of the extra time.”

Ransom bellows him. “Whose side are you on?”

“Yours, Angel, always,” he says softening in a way that still baffles me.

“Leave Elliot alone. It's my fault I didn't tell Liam no.”

“You tart,” Ransom snarks.

“I'm sweet like one too.”

He makes a puking motion. “I don't need to hear about it.”

“So,” Hazel says, changing the direction of the conversation. “What is the best course of action?”

“Your dad is a shit.”

She snorts. “Obviously, where's the part I don't know?”

“I'm pretty sure he'll be taking you straight into the reflection room. He'll probably want to break you before making you watch his grand finale.”

My whole body tenses at Ransom’s words. “What the fuck is a reflection room?”

Hazel squeezes my hand. “It's a room my father likes to use to make us think about the mistakes we make, until he believes we can change our faults.”

“Don't bullshit him. If he's your mate he should know what you're walking into,” Ransom says before pinning with his eyes. His acceptance of my place in her life affects me in a way I can't describe. “It is one of his many torture rooms. He chains us up to two main scales suspended in the air. We hang there by our wrist in the dark for hours or days. Randomly a slot above our heads would open and I'm ice cold water on us. This will continue until he’s ready to speak to us.”

I turn to Hazel, Ransom's words come to deadly clarity in my mind.

“You can't expect me to be okay with this.”

“I don't, but I’m still going to do it. And I'm going to get the others out .”

“She won't be there long,” Ransom says.” I'mm be behind her and once the cost is clear we’ll start moving .”

Elliot stays uncharacteristically quiet.

My wolf is going crazy at the thought of allowing our mate to go through any pain regardless of the reason. But I can see the fire in her eyes, the set to her chin and the darkness behind her eyes. She needs this, to travel back into the darkness of her past and exit it a victor.

I can take that from her without breaking her.

So, I keep my mouth shut.

“I think we should leave earlier than planned. If we wait too long it will be too much of a coincidence so close to the battle.”

“I agree,” Hazel says.

“How early?” I ask, doing my best to keep calm.

“Tonight,” Ransom says. It's far enough away to make it seem like we're getting desperate and are looking for leverage from them.”

“Perfect.” Hazel agrees.

We leave the war room with Ransom and Elliot going to inform the others. I quietly shadow her, watching her put the last of her things together and home her backpack over her shoulder.

Every cell in my body is screaming at me to tackle her to the ground and chain her up in this room.

She stops in front of me and I stroke her cheek softly, looking into her memorizing eyes. “You come back to me safe, do you hear me? I can't do this without you.”

Her small smile is a combination of sadness and determination. “I will always come back to you. I don't know if you noticed but I'm getting kind of attached.