Liam by Toni Griffin (english novels to improve english TXT) 📗

were probably as soft as silk. Declan desperately wanted to touch and find out. The shirt Liam wore hugged his abdominals perfectly and made Declan's mouth fill with saliva at the thought of pushing it up and licking the tight muscles underneath.

An open flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up Liam's powerful arms and scuffed steel toed boots completed the outfit. Oh yeah, his mate definitely worked with his hands. Declan really wanted Liam to work him with his hands; he could just about imagine the rough, calloused fingers moving over his body, bringing nothing but pleasure. Declan closed his eyes as his mind wandered.

A small whimper escaped as he thought about Liam grasping his cock in his tight fist.

A strong hand in his hair gripping tightly and tilting his head back surprised him. He hadn't even heard Liam move. He blinked his eyes open, staring up at a silver gaze that radiated heat.

"Stop it!" Liam's voice had gone low and guttural as if he struggled to keep control.

"Huh?" Declan had no idea what Liam referred to, he hadn't done anything.

"Whatever it is you're thinking, stop it now, or I won't be going to work today. I'll be bending you over every surface in this house I can find."

Declan's cock jumped and pulsed at the idea, he tried to bite back another moan, he really did.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Liam whispered before his lips descended in a punishing kiss that stole Declan's breath and made his heart rate elevate to dangerous levels.

Just when Declan thought he would pass out from lack of oxygen, Liam pulled back. He placed one last, gentler kiss against his lips before he stepped back.

"Hang around the house today. I'll be home at four this afternoon." Liam gently swiped his thumb over Declan's swollen bottom lip. "If you need me at all, my number is by the house phone. Feel free to call your brother again if you wish."

Declan opened his mouth, wanting to suck on Liam's thumb, but he removed his hand entirely.

"Tonight, I'll take you so you can talk with Ben, followed by poker with the guys." Liam slowly walked backwards towards the entrance to the kitchen as he spoke.

"Um, Ben? Poker?" Declan's brain still wasn't firing on all cylinders and he had a little trouble understanding why he would want to talk to this Ben person.

"Monday nights is poker night; it's the only night all the guys have off. And Ben is my Alpha; technically he's your Alpha as well, seeing as how he's the Panneath Alpha of all the packs in Australia," Liam answered.

"Holy shit," Declan whispered. How the hell had he been so lucky as to end up here?

Liam laughed and waggled his brows. "Be safe, my mate. I'll see you when I get home. Oh, and keep your hands to yourself today."

Declan must have looked as confused at the last statement. Liam's gaze dropped down to the tented front of his sweats and Declan blushed deeply.

Declan didn't say anything and Liam raised his left brow in question. Declan's face burned but he nodded anyway. Liam shoved his wallet and phone in his pocket and picked up his keys.

"Bye." Declan stood in the kitchen still holding his now empty coffee cup and watched Liam walk out of the room.

A few seconds later, the front door closed and a truck started. Declan released the breath he didn't realise he'd been holding and collapsed back against the kitchen bench. He needed to get it together. Was he nervous about meeting with the Panneath Alpha later today? Hell, yes.

But that didn't even compare with the butterflies doing dive bombs in his stomach at the prospect of meeting Liam's friends for poker.

What if they didn't like him? He and Liam weren't even mated yet. Hadn't done anything more than kiss.

Would Liam send him away if his friends found him lacking? Declan hoped not, he had nowhere else to go but back to an Alpha who probably wanted to kill him to keep him quiet about what the man had been up to. Hell, Declan didn't even have a job anymore. He had his brother and his mate. At least he hoped so. Surely the Panneath would be able to help him out of his current situation. Ben would want to know about Wallis, wouldn't he? Worrying about it wouldn't help. Declan quickly washed the few dishes in the sink from Liam's breakfast and set them aside to dry. He then decided to explore the house. Declan had a good eight hours to fill, he had no idea what he would do, but he hoped to find something.

Hot and sweaty, and in desperate need of a shower, Liam drove home. All day his thoughts had not been on the job, instead they'd been hijacked by his handsome mate and the way Declan looked when Liam walked out of the kitchen that morning.

He had no idea what Declan had been thinking about, but Liam had been spellbound, standing there and watching Declan close his eyes, his face flushed and his sweats noticeably tented. What really caught Liam's attention though, had been the strong scent of lust hanging heavy in the air. Liam thought it almost thick enough to choke on. He'd had to hightail it out, otherwise he would have done what he told Declan and spent the entire day fucking his mate over every surface in his house. As fun as it sounded, he didn't know if Declan would be ready for the kind of hot sex Liam craved with his mate or not. He didn't want to rush Declan into anything as he still had no idea what had caused his mate's sudden appearance on his doorstep.

Even with his mind not being focused solely on what it should have been, Liam had a great day and managed to get a lot of work done. He didn't even yell at the men who delivered the wrong bathroom and tap supplies to