Chapter 3: Claiming His Prize
The slam of the apartment door cut off the lingering murmur of the poker game and Noah’s heavy, silent presence still radiating from the balcony. Liam wasted no time. He backed Sera against the wall in the dim hallway, his large frame caging her, the scent of whisky and victory thick on his breath. "Fucking hell, Ser," he growled, his voice roughened by liquor and lust. "Watching you out there... the way you looked at him..."
He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth crashed down on hers, demanding, tasting the cheap beer she’d sipped and something else – a faint, smoky tang that wasn’t hers. His hands slid down her sides, rough and possessive, bunching the thin fabric of her sundress. He lifted her easily, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her backwards, kicking open the door to his bedroom. The weak moonlight filtered through the half-drawn blinds, striping the chaotic room – band posters, discarded clothes, the worn comforter on the unmade bed.
He tossed her onto the mattress. She bounced once, a breathless laugh escaping her lips as she looked up at him, eyes glittering in the half-light. Liam stood at the foot of the bed, tearing off his shirt, the muscles of his chest and abdomen flexing. His gaze raked over her, lingering on the damp patch already darkening the front of her panties, barely visible under the rucked-up dress. The scent of her arousal hit him, potent and familiar, but underscored now by a muskier, earthier note he knew wasn't his own.
"On your back," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. He didn't give her a chance to comply fully before he was on her, his weight pressing her down into the yielding mattress. His hands shoved her dress up past her hips, fingers hooking into the sides of her soaked panties and yanking them down her legs. They landed somewhere on the floor with a whisper of fabric.
He didn't kiss her. His hands pinned her thighs apart, spreading her wide under the moon's indifferent gaze. Then he buried his face between her legs.
Sera gasped, arching off the bed as his tongue, hot and broad, licked a thick stripe straight up her slit. He groaned, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh. He licked again, deeper this time, lapping at her entrance, gathering the slickness coating her folds. He tasted her – that sweet, sharp tang he craved – but undeniably mixed with it was the salty, musky residue left behind. The taste of another man. Noah. It flooded his senses, triggering a fierce, possessive hunger that roared through him, burning away the last vestiges of civilized thought.
"Fuck," he groaned, his voice muffled against her skin. He sucked her clit hard into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud before plunging it back down, delving deep into her entrance. He lapped hungrily, messily, tongue fucking her with a fervor that bordered on violence. "Jesus, Sera," he gasped, lifting his head for a moment, chin slick with her juices – and Noah's. "You taste… fuck… you taste even better with his load in you." The words were raw, obscene, charged with a dark excitement that shocked even him. "Warm, messy… all mine now."
He dove back in, tongue working relentlessly, his nose pressed against her mound, inhaling the potent, adulterated scent. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh, holding her wide open as he feasted, consuming the evidence and her ecstatic response. Sera writhed beneath him, her fingers tangling in his short blonde hair, pulling, moaning brokenly. "Liam... oh god... yes!"
He felt her inner muscles fluttering, tightening against his tongue. She was close. He lifted his head again, breathing hard, his blue eyes fever-bright in the gloom. He looked down at the glistening mess he’d made between her thighs, glistening with her wetness and the remnants of Noah's release. It drove him wild.
"No," he rasped. "Not yet." In one rough motion, he flipped her onto her stomach. She scrambled onto her knees, presenting herself to him, her back arched, her ass raised. Liam fumbled with his belt, his fingers clumsy with need. He shoved his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock, thick and rigid, flushed dark, the head glistening with pre-cum.
He didn't tease. He positioned himself behind her, one hand spreading her ass cheek roughly, the other guiding his cock. With a guttural groan that tore from his chest, he shoved forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust into her wet, stretched cunt.
"Christ!" Sera cried out, her voice choked, her body jolting forward from the force. He felt her inner walls clench violently around him, slick and hot, impossibly tight despite the lingering evidence of Noah's intrusion. It felt different. Used. His. The friction was intense.
Liam braced himself over her, one hand gripping her hip so hard it would bruise, the other grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. He began to fuck her in hard, deep, punishing strokes. Each thrust slammed home with the wet slap of skin on skin, the sound obscenely loud in the small room. The bedsprings protested with rhythmic squeaks, a frantic counterpoint to his ragged breathing and Sera's sharp cries.
"Take it," he snarled, his hips pistoning. "Take all of me now. Gonna fuck his taste right outta you, Ser. Gonna fill you up again. Mark you mine." His cock plunged deep, hitting her cervix, stretching her sensitive opening wide. He could feel the slippery remnants providing extra slickness, easing his passage, but the heat, the tightness, the raw physicality of reclaiming her hole consumed him. He pounded into her messy pussy, sweat dripping from his brow onto her back, the moonlight catching the tension in his jaw, the wildness in his eyes. Every deep, full-length stroke was a declaration, an obliteration of Noah's brief possession. He owned this. He owned her. His balls tightened, slapping against her clit with each powerful thrust.
Sera was gasping, pushing back against him, meeting his force with her own, her fingers clawing at the rumpled sheets. "Harder!" she choked out, the word barely audible over the slap of flesh. "God, Liam... fuck me! Fill me up!"
He lost himself in the rhythm, the primal drive to dominate, to replace, to own. The scent of sex – hers, his, and the fading ghost of Noah's – filled the air, thick and animal. The city lights outside the blinds seemed to pulse in time with the frantic pounding of his cock into her willing, dripping hole. He was close.So close. The pressure built, coiled tight in his groin, a heat spreading through his limbs. He drove into her one last time, hilting himself impossibly deep, grinding against her ass as a ragged roar tore from his throat. "FUCK! SERA!"
His release surged, thick and hot, painting her inner walls, jet after jet flooding the space Noah had occupied moments before. He pulsed inside her, his grip on her hip and hair tightening almost painfully as he emptied himself, claiming her with every spurt. He collapsed forward slightly, pressing his chest against her back, his cock still throbbing within her, buried deep in her well-fucked cunt, now overflowing with his seed. Their harsh breaths mingled in the sudden, ringing silence, broken only by the frantic hammering of their hearts. Liam nuzzled the sweat-damp hair at her nape, a low, possessive rumble still vibrating in his chest. He didn't pull out. Not yet. She was his. Utterly. Messily. Mine.