Chapter Four

I woke to find Liam propped up on one arm staring down at me. I yawned as my body violently stretched of its own accord.

"See anything fascinating while I slept?"

He laughed and showed me the cellphone in his hand. "If you only knew."

I thought it was sweet that he wanted to take pictures of me, but I would prefer it to be while I'm awake and not drooling in my sleep. He rolled on to his back and made room for me to snuggle in under his arm, so he could show me the pictures he had taken. There was a total of two pictures. The first on the screen showed me asleep but I could barely recognize myself.

The sun had fell around me in the picture as I had slept. It illuminated my skin which normally looked just pale white but, in this picture, it looked like my skin was glowing with a slight gold undertone. My hair that had fanned out around me appeared fuller with a shimmer to it that looked unnatural but breathtaking.

For the first time in my life I felt beautiful. The next picture had been taken last night after I fell asleep. Liam managed to get a birds-eye picture of me with my head on his bare chest as I slept with him kissing the top of my head.

"I want a copy of this one," I said as I pointed to the one of us together.

He turned his body, so he could set the phone down on his bedside table. Without warning he rolled back towards me and kept coming until he hovered above me.

"You look like an angel when you sleep."

"So, what you're saying is that I look like the devil when I'm awake?"

"Awake, you look like a mean ass troll."

"Oh really, so that's how you feel?" I laughed.

I balled my fist and swung my arm up and purposely slowed my swing at the last second to make him jump. He wore a look of sheer panic and I couldn't contain my laughter.

"I wasn't really going to hit you."

Finally catching on to the joke he threw himself back on top of me making me immobile while he tried to find every one of my ticklish spots. It was child like fun and I could get used to waking up like this. Our wrestling stopped when Liam leaned down to kiss me. I threw my hand up to cover my mouth.

"I have to brush my yuck mouth." The words came out muffled from under my hand. It was his turn to laugh at me now.

I made my way to the bathroom, still wearing a smile on my face and contemplating how I had gotten to be so lucky. Liam seemed to really care about making me happy. No one has ever cared about me except for Wendy and our friend Jax. I just hoped I didn't let him down because he deserved to be happy too.

I turned the faucet on and grabbed my toothbrush from the holder I had left it on yesterday. After I covered my toothbrush in the minty paste and went to work on brushing my teeth my mind began to wander into the future. I could see myself living in this house with Liam. If we make it there in our relationship our future could be beautiful. It startled me when the door to the bathroom opened and I turned to find Liam. He was going for the door that hid the toilet.

"Oh no you don't buddy."

He stopped in his tracks and looked at me like I had lost my mind. I hurried up and swished some water around in my mouth and spit it into the sink.

"You are not going to use the bathroom while I'm in here."

Completely unbothered he replied, "I have to pee."

I closed the distance between us and raised myself up on my toes, so I could plant a kiss on his cheek. "We aren't there yet."

I walked out and closed the door behind me. I know a lot of couples probably share the bathroom in that way, but I don't think I would ever be able to be that comfortable with a person. If you ask me that is a little too comfortable. I climbed back into the bed just as I heard him run the water in the sink.

Liam returned from the bathroom still nude from his shower last night. I admired how comfortable he was in his own skin to be able to just traipse around in his birthday suit. I was too tired last night but the dampness between my thighs told me that I was ready for him now. I crawled across the bed toward him on my knees as I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and let it fall to the floor.

He closed the distance between us and pulled me into a long, hungry kiss. I reached behind me and made easy work of unclasping the hooks of my bra and tossed it to the side to join my t-shirt on the floor. I was on a mission and I wasn't going to let anything stop me.

"Turn around," I ordered.

Without argument he turned his back to me. I walked around him using one finger to trace every curvature of his muscular frame until I stood in front of him once more. I placed one palm flat on his chest and pushed him down on the bed.

"You are not allowed to touch me this time. If you touch me, I will stop."

Using my fingernails, I applied gentle force as I moved my hands up his thighs. He responded to my touch and I watched him lengthen before my eyes. I licked my lips in anticipation. He truly is a beauty, every inch of him. With my height and with him lying back on the bed I was able to stand just slightly bent while I performed my carnal magic.

I grabbed him by the base and using the tip of my tongue I traced a wet trail starting from the base of his shaft to his perfectly round tip, circling my tongue around the head before I took him into my mouth. I couldn't take all of him in. He was simply too big. But I didn't let that stop me. I could feel his hips trying to thrust himself further into my mouth and the sounds of his pleasure was causing the dampness between my own legs to expand into a slick pool in my panties.

With another downward stroke of my mouth I rolled my eyes up to look at him. I liked watching him completely lost in the moment like this. He reached down for me so with him still buried in my mouth I smacked his hand away. He opted for clawing at the mattress instead. My stroking had gotten faster and the longer I worked at it the further I could take him into my mouth. I let my jaw go completely slack and I thrust my mouth down over him as he thrust himself up to meet me, faster each time. With one last deep throat I could feel his warmth fill my mouth and slide down my throat as his orgasm echoed in the room around us.

Satisfied with my performance I grabbed the waist of my capris and pulled them and my lace panties off. I stepped up on the side rail of the bed and climbed on top of Liam, so I was sitting more on his legs than anything else. I smiled down at him.

"Am I able to touch you now?"

I feigned a sigh and said, "If you must."

He needed no further permission. He lunged forward and grabbed me by my hips and sat me down, so I was kneeling above his face. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me closer to his mouth. A hiss escaped me when he inserted one finger inside of me, working it in and out in rapid thrusts until he was satisfied with the lubrication. Then he used two. As his two fingers stroked my insides brushing my g-spot with each exit he circled his tongue around my clit.

My hips developed their own rhythm as I was gyrating on his face while he stroked his tongue up and down, side to side. He held me against his face as he brought me to. I was completely immobile as he held me there dragging out my orgasm until he brought me to my release again and again.

Liam very gently rolled me onto the bed on my back, using his knees to spread my legs apart so he could enter me. The feel of him slowly pushing into me alone almost finished me again. He had his arms at my back, so my upper body rested on them and his hands gripped my shoulders for leverage.

This was not the same as our first time. He was taking his time making it special. With each thrust a moan escaped my mouth. When they got harder my moans became inaudible screams of pleasure. He thrust again and again, until my insides clenched sending us both over the edge and he collapsed on top of me. We lay there in that position until we could control our labored breathing. He was the first to move, rolling off me so he instead lay curled up beside me with his head resting on my breasts.

"I think I worked up an appetite," I said when I started to feel the familiar burn developing in my throat. It was becoming less and less painful, but it still hurt and probably always would.

"Me too."

We decided we should quickly shower before we fed and to save time, we shared the shower.

"I was thinking that today we could test the limitations of our shared powers. It could be beneficial to find out what we have gained or lost in our coupling," he suggested.

"Sounds good to me. Finding out what we are capable of may help us gain control over our new abilities."

Of course, I seemed to be the only one incapable of controlling my magic. One burst of anger seemed to send my magic into a frenzy. Finished with my loofah, I held it up to the biggest shower head in the wall to rinse it out and allowed the water to rain on me until the soap was completely gone.

Liam was done and waiting for me just outside of the shower with a fresh set of towels. I turned the water off and wrapped one of the towels around myself and used the other to twist my wet hair up with.

"Thank you."

He draped his arm over my shoulder in response as we left the bathroom.

I dug through my duffel bag to find something sensible to wear. Since we were going to be practicing our magic, I needed to find something that allowed free movement. A little further digging into my bag brought me to the realization that I didn't have any kind of shoes in this house. They were all at my cottage.

"Maybe you didn't think of everything."

Before I could blink, he had lifted me into his arms and started towards the door. "I did too. If you had shoes, I wouldn't be able to get away with this." He scooped me up into his arms, causing a loud squeal to escape me.

He carried me all the way down the stairs and into the kitchen where he sat me down on the granite countertop of the center island. I looked around the expanse of the room. Whoever built this house had custom designed every aspect. They must have had some serious dough to work with.

The walls were made of a thick and dark wood paneling. The cabinets appeared to be made of the same dark cherry as the furniture in the room that I assumed to be a gaming room. A huge six burner gas stove sat below a black hooded microwave. There was a wall full of nothing but floor to ceiling cabinetry. Behind Liam stood a black French door refrigerator that sat next to a countertop made of the same granite as the center island I was seated on.

I watched as he pulled two drinking glasses from the glass front cabinet above the counter beside him and sat them down beside me. He crossed the room to the tall cabinets and brought out the familiar dark wine bottle that housed our sustenance.

"Here let me," I offered holding my hand out for him to give me the bottle.

I unscrewed the bottle cap and proceeded to fill his cup first and then I moved to my own.

"Looks like that's the last of it."

He smiled a half smile. "I think we will manage."

He finished his glass in one big swallow. I felt like I was starving but there was no way I could get mine down like that, so I just chugged slowly until it disappeared. I hadn't even realized my fangs were out until I felt them receding back into my gums. I rinsed the glasses in the sink that was built into the island and placed them in the dishwasher.

"Ok, I'm all fueled up and ready to go." I walked over to Liam and leaped up so he could catch me in his arms. "Take me to the car lover."

"Can you cloak us?"

I thought about it. I have made myself invisible before, but I have never tried to cloak myself and a second.

"I can try," I replied.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on calling forth my power. I could see it when I opened my eyes, like a faint shimmering glow that wrapped itself around the silhouette of our bodies.

"I think it worked."

Liam carried me into the entryway where a large mirror hung on the wall. We were standing directly across from it, but it showed nothing but an empty room.

"You never fail to amaze me woman."

He opened the front door and carried me out. My car isn't here so how did he get me here?

The look on Liam's face as he stood there face up to the sun with his eyes was enough to make any woman melt. I blinked my eyes and just like that I was no longer in the arms of a man but on the back of a huge, black bird like creature with feathers the color of orange fire blending into the black. I recognized this creature from the description Liam had given me of a Phoenix.

I lay my upper body flat on the back of the Phoenix that replaced my man and wrapped my arms around its neck as it flew in the direction of my house. He landed gracefully in front of the cottage and bowed so I could slide down his neck to stand on the ground. With a loud caw similar to that of a crow and a swirling cloud of gray smoke the Phoenix disappeared, and Liam took his place.

"That was amazing! I so hope I got some of that."