Liam could almost feel like Ainsley was lying. It was in the tense of his shoulders, in the corrections before he finally spoke. He didn't let Ainsley move as he struggled beneath him, fueling the fire even more than it was before.
His mind was racing. Father and little daughter together. Daddy would watch while Liam sucked the life out of his sweet, innocent daughter, then he would be next. It would be so beautifully poetic and delicious and such blood would be shed. The fantasy fueled him on so much that he knew it had to happen.
He growled almost, as he held Ainsley down to the bed. "Just wanted to know," he murmured, allowing himself one deep inhale of Ainsley's scent before forcing his head back. If he stayed there, he'd ruin the whole thing and drain him right now. Liam could do this, just hot fucking sex without biting him. He knew he could, even if he couldn't retract his fangs just then.