Relentless Kisses

Agatha cleared her throat as she felt Liam's anger brewing. His irritation was evident in his eyes while Albus stared back with mischief. Albus even had the audacity to wink at Agatha, which Liam noticed, prompting him to pull her behind him protectively.

"Don't you fucking touch her," Liam shouted. "You're not allowed to even see her! She's mine. Fucking mine…"

At the corner of the street, Goblins, Trolls, and Gremlins watched with curious and intrigued stares. It seemed they were attracting too much attention due to Albus and Liam's argument.

Agatha sensed that Liam was about to attack, so she immediately gripped his arm. She didn't want a repeat of what had happened the last time, especially not in the middle of the street.

Various creatures were now staring at them, including a few Leprechauns and Gargoyles.

Liam glanced back at Agatha when he noticed and felt her tight grip on his muscular arm.

Agatha called out to Albus. "Thank you for helping me," she said sincerely, awkwardly smiling at Albus while trying to keep Liam still.

Agatha knew that if Liam wanted to, he could easily break free from her grasp, but he remained motionless.

Albus' expression turned cautious as he nodded in acknowledgment. Agatha then pulled Liam away before he could attack Albus again. She couldn't afford another pointless fight.

It took a few tugs on Liam's sleeve before he finally moved along silently. His expression remained sour as he glanced at Albus, who finally rode off in his carriage.

"Why were you with him?" Liam demanded, clearly still pissed.

Agatha sighed patiently, wondering why he was so angry again.

Once the carriage carrying Albus had driven away, Agatha released Liam and started walking back to the Slumber Shack, leaving him behind.

Agatha had just taken two steps when Liam pulled her back into his arms. His grip wasn't strong, but it was unexpected, and her body weakly swayed towards him, her head hitting his chest with a thud.

"Why were you with him, Agatha?" Liam repeated, his eyes serious as he looked at her.

Agatha couldn't meet Liam's gaze now that she knew his true identity. Was this why women stared at her so darkly whenever she was with him—because they knew he was a king?

Unconsciously, Agatha glanced at the sword at Liam's waist. It bore the same carving, the same mark. The sword she had seen in the peculiar shop of the old woman was identical to Liam's sword, Seafang.

"Damn it, Aggie, answer me." Liam didn't shout, but the firmness and depth of his words made Agatha flinch.

Agatha couldn't read Liam's eyes. He looked tired, angry, and scared all at once. It was the first time she'd seen him like this—confused.

What was Liam's real problem? What was his true mission? Who was his actual target? Was it Nysander, or her?

Agatha had so many questions, but her tongue felt heavy as she saw Liam's frustrated stare.

Agatha sighed. She had to tell him something. "Albus just... accompanied me to my work."

Liam's eyebrows furrowed. They were being observed by numerous creatures, so Agatha tried to free herself from his hold, but he only tightened his embrace around her waist.

"What the hell is your work, and why does he need to be there?" Liam demanded.

Agatha couldn't think straight with Liam so close. She was uncomfortable, Albus's question replaying in her mind.

What if Liam already had a Fate? Wasn't he supposed to return for Lady Alexa or Princess Hiyasmin?

She wanted to interrogate him but knew she had no right to. So, she remained silent.

Agatha lowered her gaze, unable to meet Liam's scrutinizing eyes.

Suddenly, Agatha's palm instinctively reached for Liam's arm enveloping her as she felt intense heat, then abrupt coldness all over her. Her vision darkened before she was blinded by an approaching light.

Agatha's eyes widened as she realized they were no longer on the street. They were inside a dimly lit room.

She looked around, her eyes adjusting, noticing that Liam still hadn't let go of her. It resembled her room at the Slumber Shack, but her belongings were nowhere in sight, so it couldn't be hers.

"What were you doing with him?" Liam murmured. "Aggie?"

Liam leaned in close, his handsome face inches from hers. She didn't know how he had managed to teleport them. What wasLiam, really? He could manipulate water and fire, and now he could teleport?

A sudden coldness enveloped Agatha.

If Liam could teleport, did that mean that Aiden and she would no longer be able to escape under his watch? She had been planning to pay a witch to help them teleport and lose him, but it would be pointless if Liam could easily track them down.

"Why can't you answer me, Agatha?"

Lost in thought, Agatha didn't realize how close Liam had gotten. She felt his minty breath fanning her cheeks. In a moment, his lips were caressing hers.

It started softly. His lips seemed to just nestle against hers. Agatha felt like a tree rooted deeply in the ground, immobilized by Liam's unexpected gesture.

Once Liam sensed that Agatha wasn't protesting, he slowly moved his lips. He sucked her lower lip, then licked the sting away. He repeated this until her legs began to tremble in response.

If Liam hadn't held her, she might have collapsed from the overwhelming sensation.

"Who's Lady Alexa?" Agatha asked softly, unable to stop herself from voicing the question in the middle of his kisses.

She couldn't let him kiss her like this if he had another woman. She couldn't let any man treat her that way, no matter how handsome and attractive he was. She wouldn't be an affair. She respected herself and would never let herself be used, no matter who he was. She deserved to be loved entirely.

"Lady who?" Liam asked, then groaned.

He gently pushed his tongue against her lips, urging her to part them. She felt the soft bed beneath her.

Liam had managed to lay her down without her even noticing they had moved.

"L-Lady A-Alexa," Agatha managed to whisper, weakened by his actions.

Liam was above her, using his left arm to anchor his weight so he wouldn't crush her.

"Why are we talking about her?" Liam asked, still gently kissing her, seeking entrance to her mouth. His hands began to move.

"W-who is she, L-Liam?" she asked, a moan escaping her lips.

Liam's hand moved from her legs to her waist and exposed stomach.

"My cousin," Liam whispered, or more like groaned against her lips.

Agatha gasped when Liam gripped her thigh, and he used that moment to gently slip his tongue into her mouth.

What? His cousin?

Agatha couldn't think properly, overwhelmed by Liam's adept tongue. She forgot her questions and the reasons behind them.

Agatha shivered as Liam's tongue battled with hers. An otherworldly sensation surged through her system, like she was catching fire. Her heart raced so fast she feared she might stop breathing.

"L-Liam..." Agatha moaned shamelessly, electricity surging from her feet up her spine.

"Who's... Princess... H-Hiyasmin..." she managed to ask.

Liam's lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, then he licked his way to the back of her ear.

"Sister," Liam whispered while softly biting her neck.

"You're lying!" Agatha weakly protested, trying to glare at him, though her eyelashes fluttered from the overwhelming pleasure.

"I'm not, baby." Liam smiled before resuming his kiss, more intense yet gentle. "You're mine, Agatha..." he whispered, positioning himself between her legs.

Agatha's hair stood on end as Liam softly bit her ear.

"Mine..." Liam possessively groaned. "You're mine..." His kisses grew more aggressive, his hands wandering over her body.

Agatha struggled to breathe properly. His kisses were suffocatingly intense.

"He's not taking you away from me!" Liam roared, sucking Agatha's tongue. "Never..." He bit her lower lip harder this time. "You're fucking mine! Mine!"

Agatha tasted her own blood from his aggressive bite. Dizzy from Liam's relentless strokes and kisses, her body began to surrender to the pleasure. She felt as though her bones were melting from the heat of it all.

"What's happening to me?" Agatha wondered.

"Mine," Liam repeated. "You're my Fate..." His voice was trance-like. "You're mine..."

Agatha went rigid at his words. Fate? Did she hear him right? 

In shock, Agatha suddenly pushed Liam away. He fell onto the carpet with a thud.

"The fuck!" Liam hissed, tending to the back of his head. He sat for a moment, then stood, staring closely at Agatha. His eyes narrowed. As realization hit him, seeing Agatha's exposed legs, he swallowed hard, his expression changing. He looked drunk, enchanted, conflicted.

Agatha attempted to stand, but her legs were still shaking. She stumbled, almost hitting the ground, but Liam caught her gracefully in time.

He snaked his arms around her waist again. Before she lost her sanity from their proximity, she fixed herself. She gently pushed herself away from him, and reluctantly, he released her.

Agatha stepped back a few steps, causing Liam's eyebrows to crease in confusion.

"What are you doing?" Liam tried to reach for her again, but she shook her head firmly, so he stopped abruptly.

Pain flashed through Liam's eyes, but it vanished so quickly that Agatha wasn't sure if she had actually seen it.

"W-what did you s-say?" Agatha stammered. Had he really said she was his Fate? How did he know? And why didn't she?

Liam looked away, his expression serious, then sighed heavily. "You're not ready," he whispered to himself, but Agatha heard it nonetheless. "Rest," Liam added. "I'll be back later."

He turned to leave, but Agatha gently held his arm. "W-what do you mean I'm your Fate?" she asked, her heart pounding with anxiousness.

She had a vague understanding of what a Fate was: the other half of one's soul, destined to love, care for, and protect each other.

Was that why Liam was protecting her and Aiden from Nysander? Had he known all along that she was his Fate?

There was a long stretch of silence between them. Liam sighed again. "We won't rush if you're not ready, Aggie," he said calmly, though his eyes screamed something else—pain, almost bloodshot and teary.

"A-am I your F-fate? Answer me, Liam…" Agatha's hands were trembling, and Liam noticed her distress.

He stepped forward, but Agatha stepped back, so he stopped moving.

Liam sighed once more before he took out a small dagger.

Agatha's stance became cautious. What was Liam doing? Why did he draw his dagger? Would he hurt her? Agatha closed her eyes tightly.

"This will answer your question…" Liam said gently.

When Agatha opened her eyes, she saw Liam slowly slicing a thin line into his palm.

Agatha smelled his blood. It was divine, so enticing and savory. It smelled like a mix of metal and flowers, magnificently blended to create an addictive aroma that aroused her senses. It was both rough and sweet.

She realized she had smelled this before, back in the forest when she saw Liam fighting with Nysander.

"Look at the mirror," Liam commanded.

But Agatha didn't move immediately. She was too busy memorizing the delicious and irresistible scent.

"Look at the mirror, Agatha…" Liam gently pushed her toward a circular mirror on the wall. Agatha gasped.

Her blue-green eyes were sparkling, glittering slowly, then turning into a bright, warm gold even in the dim light.

Her lips parted. "What's happening to me?"

Agatha caressed her cheeks. Nothing seemed different in her vision. Everything looked normal. There was no pain, nothing strange happening. But why were her eyes changing color?

"You don't know?" Liam asked, confused, standing behind Agatha. His frame shadowed hers.

Agatha slowly shook her head, still staring at herself.

"Why is the color of my eyes changing?" Agatha's voice quivered.

There was a pause. Once Liam realized that Agatha truly didn't know, he swallowed hard and sighed.

"A Fae's eyes turn warm gold when…" Liam cleared his throat and bit his lip. "When they smell…"

"Their Fate's blood," Agatha finished, understanding where his words were heading.

Liam nodded and glanced away.

Agatha couldn't move, staring silently at her own reflection. Liam had wiped off the blood, and the wound was already healing. Slowly, the gold in Agatha's eyes began to fade. Before it fully disappeared, Agatha quickly grabbed her dagger and pricked her palm.

As she turned, Liam sniffed the air, and his eyes swirled, filling with glittering gold. His previously brown eyes mirrored hers.

Liam cleared his throat and bit his lip. He began walking towards her without her realizing. Agatha belatedly noticed his hand pulling her closer.

Their lips collided softly, slowly this time, both issuing suppressed moans. Liam kissed her deeply, savoring every moment. He held Agatha as if she were fragile and delicate. With each touch, Agatha was losing her breath.

"Mine," Liam whispered again, pinning her against the nearby wall.

Agatha's head spun as her body burned with need. Each of Liam's caresses sent electrifying currents through her. 

"Baby…" Liam called. "You're mine, right?" he whispered against her trembling lips.

Was this right? Did Liam know who Agatha really was? Did he know about her past? Why was this happening?

Agatha couldn't focus because of Liam's kisses, but once she remembered who Liam really was, her body went rigid. Liam felt it and stopped kissing her, but he didn't release her. He was still so close that Agatha could feel his ragged breathing.

She wondered if what she was doing was right. What if this was just a trap? Yes, he might be her Fate, but he was also the King of the Water Fae Kingdom.

She didn't know why he was here, but she knew that if he learned what she had done, she would end up in a dungeon. What would happen to Aiden if that happened? She couldn't risk it. She couldn't be imprisoned. No one else would take care of Aiden.

"T-too much?" Liam shyly asked, biting his lower lip. He was staring at Agatha but glancing away when she met his gaze.

"I…" Liam was torn. "Was it too fast?" There was uncertainty and confusion in his eyes.

Agatha's eyes fell on Liam's glistening lips. Was it really too much? Was it really too fast?

Agatha didn't know. Her head was still foggy from what they had done to each other, so she couldn't understand Liam's inquiries.

Her numbing lips parted, she breathed, and said, "I think I need time…" there was a long pause. "And space." Her response was absentminded as she lowered her gaze.

Their closeness was affecting her reasoning, so she knew she had to get away from him to think rationally and logically.

Agatha couldn't be caught just because Liam was her Fate. She just couldn't afford it.

Liam nodded slowly, patiently, and released her.

"Alright," he said softly. "I'll give you that if that's what you want." His eyes then narrowed with mild frustration. "But you are not seeing that man again, Agatha," his voice became firm and loud.

Agatha raised an eyebrow. "He's my boss, Liam," she reasoned. "Of course, we're going to see each other."

Liam issued a furious glance and clenched his jaw. "Why are you still working? Do you need money? How many Galleons do you need? I can give you whatever you want, just… don't work anymore." His forehead was knotted, and his thick eyebrows met in the middle.

"You can't just give me Galleons, Liam, or anything else," Agatha said. "I didn't earn it at all—"

"You're my Fate, Aggie," Liam answered patiently. "I can give you anything I want and everything you need."

Agatha couldn't help but bite her lip. This was the first time she heard him say she was his Fate aloud and clear, and so genuinely that it felt both awkward and surreal. It was as if a heavy energy entered her system, giving her immediate and overwhelming strength.

She felt an inexplicable pull towards Liam.

Liam sighed. "Just say what you want, and I will give it to you. Just don't see that Metamorph ever again."

Agatha sighed, her patience thinning. "What the heck did Albus do, and why are you so mad at him?"

She genuinely had no idea why Liam disliked Albus so much. Albus was good-hearted and had done nothing harmful to her. He was kind, selfless, and not greedy. Liam might have just failed to notice that.

"He was looking at you, and talking to you. And breathing the same air you breathe."

Agatha wanted to scream in frustration as she stared at Liam. "What the?" She closed her eyes firmly, then opened them to calm herself. "That's your reason? That's why you're mad at him?"

Liam's irritation grew. "You're mine, Aggie. And he was looking at you. What do you want me to do? Just watch him look at you?"

Agatha couldn't believe it. "What do I want you to do?" she breathed. "I just don't want to fight with you over him. He did nothing wrong. That's just rude of you, Liam. You're being selfish, childish, and angry for a petty reason."

"So you're siding with him?" Liam asked in a hoarse voice, now looking pissed.

Agatha immediately shook her head. "It's not like that. I just don't want you to hurt Albus, or anyone else, without any justifiable reason—"

"Don't mention his name in my presence, Aggie…" Liam warned, moving closer to her.

Agatha cautiously stepped back, but with the wall behind her, she had no escape.

"When you're with me, don't mention another guy's name," Liam whispered in her ear, trailing feathery kisses along her neck. "Don't make me jealous, Aggie. You won't like it when I am, so try not to make me…"

Agatha's throat tightened as she felt Liam's tongue savoring her skin. What should she do?

Her temples beaded with sweat. She could no longer do anything but let herself be kissed. She wanted this anyway. Liam was just so irresistible. With him, she lost all sense of time, space, direction, and sanity. She didn't have the strength left to push him away. And even if she did, she didn't dare to.

Every touch was just so addicting. But then, right before she could drown in his relentless kisses, Liam suddenly stopped.