Beast's Beauty: A Xeno Sapiens Novel (Genetically Altered Humans Book 4) Page 6

  The hand she’d teased his balls with. She planned to shower quickly and get out of the house so she could have some time to think, but instead she sat on the edge of the bed, wondering if the sound of the running water would wake him. Making a quick decision, she reached over for her discarded clothes from the night before and quietly held up the skirt, intending to shimmy into it. Underwear be damned, she could walk back to her place and shower and change there. Deal with Beast later.

  The bed shifted suddenly and she turned, guilt stricken across her face, she was sure. Her hand still held the skirt.

  His expression incredulous, he wrapped his fingers around her wrists and spun her around, then yanked her hard against him.

  She gasped, the air knocked out of her at the contact with his solid body. Slowly, he wrested her naked form back into the warmth of the bed, tucking her against him, nothing separating them at all. She could feel every inch of his skin against hers, and bit back a moan at her traitorous body—the part that really loved this new Beast. She felt the solid length of his cock pressing insistently against her soft belly, and it sent warm memories of pleasure racing through her mind.

  “Beast,” she moaned. “I was just going to take a walk, get some air.”

  He grinned, a feral slash of white teeth in the darkness as he pulled her closer until she was flush against his hard body. “You were going to run off.”

  “No, not really. I just wanted to process everything.”

  “Process with me.”

  “It was too early to talk.” She knew she was building excuses.

  His rumble of amusement filled the darkness around them. “How about you put the mouth used for talking to better use and kiss me.” His voice was thick with insistence, no room for argument.

  Heat and longing made her knees weak. Had she been standing, it would have almost taken them out from under her. She curled her fingers into his golden puff of hair, drawing his head down. How pathetic was she—just the thought of Beast’s demanding new kisses and she all but melted into a weak puddle at his feet.

  She didn’t get a chance to argue as he bent his head to claim her lips. Succulent, molten heat charged through her at the first touch—exactly like last night. It wasn’t a fluke, these intense feelings, the need, the pull. His lips were firm and warm, slanting over hers in a scorching kiss that took her breath away. Again, he didn’t explore. He wasn’t gentle. He owned her. His hands held her in place as he conquered, parting her lips ruthlessly to force his way inside and explore the sweetness of her mouth as if it angered him that she would dare sneak from his bed.

  She whimpered, the sound lost in his mouth as his tongue slid along hers, tangling and stroking in an erotic dance that fanned the flames of arousal already burning through her to fever pitch as if she hadn’t been fully exhausted with orgasms the night before. Her body burned, her breath came in pants, and her pussy clenched with need. She ached to be filled with his girth. She arched against him, driving her hands into his overlong hair to hold him against her. Anything to ensure he didn’t stop kissing her.

  * * * * *

  Sunny had just been kidnapped—tortured—and who knows what else she would have endured had he not turned up when he did? After all, they’d had her naked, spread-eagled on the bed before them. But in this moment, all Beast could think about was how soft and inviting her lips looked. The soft sweep of her lashes were dark against her bronze cheeks, the glittery skin of her shoulders exposed all day by the tantalizing nakedness from the corset. He just couldn’t keep from making love to her. Their gazes connected, awareness arching between them. Slowly Beast lowered his head, watching her all the way.

  “I’m going to kiss you,” he murmured, keeping his growly voice soft so as not to startle her. “And keep kissing you. I’m on fire for you. Stop me now if you don’t want this because I don’t think I can control myself.”

  She nodded and didn’t move away. Instead, her fingers curled deeper into his hair as if to hold him in place. Her eyes fluttered closed as he claimed her lips again. His kiss still wasn’t gentle, but it didn’t seem to scare her. She understood the passion that ran rampant through his body.

  She knew he wanted to fuck her until she screamed his name. Instead, he slid his hand into her hair and pulled back until his lips whispered over hers.

  “Let me in, sweetheart. Let me own you.”

  She couldn’t resist him. Tremors raked over her body, both from the attack such as it was and now, from the sweet seduction Beast wove around her. His kisses were dark, consuming, irresistible, and so tempting she couldn’t help but follow them with her lips, hoping to get more. Kisses from a man who’d killed men for daring to touch her, and threatened worse if she ever left the protective gates. She shivered. Beast would slaughter every man on the planet if she ever left again.

  A soft moan broke from her throat as he kissed her again. She parted her lips as soon as his tongue brushed over them. With a male groan that sent a thrill of awareness through her, he tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

  The world fell away, everything else ceased to matter as his tongue moved along hers. Rough strokes and brushes as he teased, tempting her into a frenzied response. To tangle her tongue along his and follow until she was the aggressor in this game of heady lust and need.

  His large hand spread over the center of her back, fingertips just brushing her skin where the curve of her buttocks swelled. Tingles of awareness skittered across her exposed skin, stealing her breath and a little more of her ability to breathe.

  The dark stubble on his jaw, invisible with the colors of his skin, was rough against her soft skin, but she didn’t care, reveling in the differences between them. He was hard where she was soft, strong where she felt weak, aggressive where she was submissive, and huge to her petite frame. But the one thing they had in common was they could be vicious when they needed it.

  They could kill.

  His soft warning to stop him had the opposite effect as though it were permission to lose control of herself—rushing against him to make sure she achieved satisfaction as quickly as possible, her own needs and pleasure for what her mind wanted be damned. This was basic carnal wants of the flesh. A permission she took to heart, rising on her tiptoes to flick her tongue along his lips, exploring him as he’d explored her.

  Their kiss became a game of ownership as she grew hotter, teasing him with her tongue, darting forward then retreating before he could catch her. She chuckled as he growled a mock warning when she evaded him again and nipped his lower lip lightly in retaliation.

  His reaction was instant, the tiger merely pretending to sleep. The human mask slipped and revealed the other beneath as, with a real growl, he covered her body aggressively. She gasped as her hips met the unyielding give of the mattress, the sound cut off as he used the opportunity to surge forward. His tongue pried her lips open and drove within.

  The kiss was hot, openmouthed and sinful, whispering at dark pleasures and a passion she couldn’t wait to experience. Matching him, her tongue dueling with his, she lifted up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hands in his hair to hold his lips to hers and body pressed to his from breast to thigh.

  He was hard, fully aroused, the thick length of his cock trapped between their bodies. Desire arrowed through her, weakening her knees as her pussy clenched hard. She wanted this, wanted him…had forever, but never, not in her wildest dreams had she thought she’d be able to have him once she’d developed her power.

  He kissed her again, sucking and nibbling on her tongue in a sensuous move that had her eyes rolling in the back of her head and her thoughts scattering from her mind like autumn leaves in the wind to leave sheer, unadulterated need.

  He lifted his head, breathing ragged and gaze decadent as he looked down at her. Without a word, he bent and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his body and baring the heat of her core to him, the expression in his eyes warning her not to argue. That any argument would still end up with his
thick cock buried where they both wanted it to be, deep inside her.

  * * * * *

  Defeat wrapped around her heart in a crushing embrace as she looked up, but at the same time, her body thrummed with lust for his touch. It was such a contradiction. He had the face of a dark angel, all black features, and hard, masculine lines—the only light being the strikes of gold that matched her own skin cutting through him. His eyes were cobalt, their cast almost feline in their sensual beauty, surrounded by thick, dark lashes. A straight nose sat above sinfully full lips. He was as handsome as he’d always been, but where once his expression had been charming, it was now hard and triumphant in his victory over her.

  She would take charge of this at least once. She would ride on top.

  “Let me go!” She shoved at the brick wall of his chest, but it was a futile gesture. Beast was solidly built, and it took several men to get him to budge. While his massive strength thrilled her, right now she’d give everything she owned to be on top of that power.

  “Hush and welcome me into your body.” His growl brooked no further discussion. He shifted his hips and his heavy cock dragged through her drenched slit.

  Anticipation hummed through her body, keeping her in a constant state of awareness. Nestled against Beast’s broad chest, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he held her in his arms, she was aware of every hitch in his breathing, and every beat of his heart.

  It was a strong beat, steady and sure if not a little raised. His breathing was low and ragged as though he couldn’t wait to reach their destination. She couldn’t. Tension and awareness stretched out between them as she raised her hips higher, seeking to guide his long, thick cock into her body. The full head lay against her entrance, so close and so awfully still. The anticipation sent goose bumps over her skin.

  He smelled fantastic—an exotic, raw scent that was his alone. Her tongue flickered out to brush a line on the underside of his jaw. She wanted that. Wanted him to want her so much he couldn’t wait to take her.

  She flicked her tongue out again.

  The growl rumbled up from his throat. “Fuck…you’re beautiful.”

  His voice was a ragged whisper in the darkness, his breath hot on the side of her neck as he dragged his lips along the soft skin to nuzzle under her ear. His cock pressed in the barest inch. The warm heat of pleasure added to the anticipation riding her. She wanted this, needed him to fulfill the promises he’d made earlier with his demands.

  A soft sound of need slipped past her lips, the small movement feeding his response. He nipped at her earlobe, sucking the abused flesh into his mouth as she gasped. The gasp turned to a groan as he sucked, flicking it with his tongue. Liquid heat slipped from her to coat the walls of her pussy in an eager rush. He was big, she knew that, but she would take him. He would fill her, stretch her to the max, and she would beg for it if necessary.

  “I can’t wait. Want you now. Please, Beast, please give it to me now,” she whimpered in a ragged voice.

  Pressing hot, hot kisses along her jaw, he moved up to claim her lips. Any pretense of civilization fell away as his teeth scraped against her lip, clashing with hers as he stroked her with his tongue to demand entrance. She surrendered immediately, opening her mouth with an eagerness that made them both groan as he penetrated her fully from both ends, his tongue slicking and sliding along hers in an erotic dance as his cock plunged into the heat of her wanton pussy with a hard shove.

  She’d thought their kisses earlier were hot, but they were nothing compared to this as his body shook with the force of holding himself back, and his cock plunged into her in a desperate rhythm. Still fucking her mouth with his tongue, his big hands closed about her ass to lift her.

  She whimpered, unable to stop the soft sound escaping in a perfect counterpoint to his masculine groan. He carried on moving, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he worked himself inside her with deep, sharp thrusts that had her pussy clenching to grip him tighter.

  “Your cunt is so tight.” The words were torn from him, and hearing the need ratcheted her lust even higher.

  “Harder.”

  He fucked her relentlessly.

  If she wasn’t so turned on, it would have hurt, but at the moment, all she could think about was getting more. More of the tight friction as he worked his cock into her, more of the slide and glide of the thickly veined shaft over every nerve ending in her wet pussy. Her hands were claws at his back, digging into the damp skin as she sucked on his tongue, turning the tables and thrusting her small tongue past his lips as he pressed her against the bed and slammed in and out of her.

  The pace he set was hard and fast. He was a big man, bigger than most, but his tall frame was packed with the hard muscle of a lifetime spent fighting. A ripped, strong body he dedicated to taking her with the sort of power and determination she’d dreamt about but never tasted before when he treated her like glass.

  Pinning her against the bed, he held her easily as he surged into her again and again, his kiss just this side of feral. No time to think, all she could do was react, wrapping herself around him and holding on for the ride. Hard pleasure rolled through her each time he slammed into her, the mattress behind her absorbing the strength of his thrusts as he kissed her as though his life depended on it. She took both his tongue and his cock eagerly, loving the fact he was in her body twice, kissing him back as she ground and clenched on his shaft.

  “I’m going to come.” Desperation rang in her voice.

  His hands squeezed her ass, lifting her up and then driving her back hard over his cock as he slid in and out of her tight pussy. Then, at the end of one sensation-filled slide down his cock, he stopped and held her in place. Starbursts of sensation exploded through her as he ground his hips against hers, trapping her clit between them, stimulating the hot nub. She screamed with the intensity.

  “That’s it, come for me,” he whispered against her ear, lips leaving a hot trail of kisses along her throat. “I want to feel you come, want to hear you scream my name so you know who you belong to.”

  Mother of Creation, that was sexy.

  The words stamped her soul, marked her as his. Each time he drove into her, he rolled his hips, adding another burst of sensation and sending her snapping to the edge of yet another orgasm, close on the heels of the first. Then it was too much. The tension in her body broke and she gasped, arching her back to angle herself down over him sharply.

  “Oh, goddess…Yes…that’s it right there…” She moaned against his neck as a ferocious climax ripped through her, ecstasy cascading through her in long waves of pleasure. He swore and pressed her back hard against the bed, all finesse lost as he took her hard. Brutal, powerful thrusts as she came around him. She lost count of how many, each one lengthening her orgasm until she thought it would never stop.

  He gasped, his body stiffening as he drove into her one last time. Her name was torn from his lips as he found his own release, cock buried deep as he emptied his seed in long, hot pulses, flooding in a rush that overflowed from her body.

  “Sunny…my beauty.”

  Chapter Seven

  The week with Beast was magical, but like all good things, it came to an end. Still, he made no mention of returning to his quarters, so she said nothing either, afraid to upset the balance. They were in a tentative truce, all hot sex and wary forgiveness. And hot sexy Beast? He was like no other. How she’d ever thought she could possibly be attracted to Mike “for the sake of his kids” was beyond her.

  Beast had shown her that she only had eyes for him. Beast showed her that he owned her, and quite frankly, she didn’t mind at all. She craved him. But a small part of her would always long for the man who’d worshipped her. He was nowhere to be found. No, she had this new version of him, and she’d have to get used to that.

  She left the front door of the cabin to find her Beast on the porch, sipping from a cup of coffee.

  “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Good morning, handsome. Wha
t’s on the agenda for today?”

  She sat down next to him on the seat.

  He shrugged as he handed her his coffee to sip. “We are requested at the main hub. There are new humans who have gained entrance to Xenia, and all those who work security will be required to know them upon sight. You will be introduced.”

  Another wary subject. Beast didn’t like her working the gate—she imagined it was even worse now that he knew she’d met Mike there. She didn’t want this wariness between them. And with new, domineering Beast, she wondered if he would demand she stop.

  “If I work security, I imagine they need another set of hands at it. Perhaps you might find it interesting?”

  The silence grew until she thought she’d suffocate from the thickness.

  “You would like me to…work with you? Every day?”

  That was all he worried about? She smiled at him. “I’ve been living with you every day. I’ve kind of grown used to your presence.”

  That was the wrong thing to say. His face grew shuttered as if he knew she only tolerated him because of his imposed presence.

  That was not the impression she meant to give. She placed her small hand on his forearm, feeling the muscles jump.

  “Beast, I’d love to have you with me. I’d love to talk about our day at night and have someone to bounce ideas with. I’d love for you to know the other members on the team as well. To learn from the humans as I have.”

  Just then she remembered Tempest. She would not be happy with Beast. She was only friendly to Sunny when she and Beast weren’t together.

  Beast seemed to be willing to try just as hard as she was to make this new relationship work. “I would like to try it. I would even be willing to be nice to your friend Tempest.”

  “Thank you,” Sunny said, swallowing a smile. She set the coffee aside, snuggling with him as he wrapped his arms around her. “This will be wonderful!”

  His arms tightened, and she felt a kiss on top of her head like the old Beast was back for a moment, and he just couldn’t help himself.