Page 50 of Beasts

“You remember what Seth said. He said you should do it before the play. Well, the play is tomorrow night. I don't want it to be too soon before otherwise I might feel a little bit queasy. This is at least the day before.”

“It will hurt you.”

“Yeah, but you said you can make it go away afterwards. Besides, it's not like you're trying to hurt me on purpose. It's just a necessity for you to get used to me.”

“Sorry I can't do it.” He says standing up from the piano stool and walking over towards his bed. He sits down on the edge and I stand up to go join him. As I take a place by his side, I grab his hand and put it in my lap.

“I understand that you're trying really hard to be the good guy here. I realize it's not easy. I know you hate the idea of thinking that you could cause somebody's death, or you have the desire to or whatever it is you said. I don't care. I'm really tired of not being with you.”

“I've been trying so hard to resist any urges to bite you. I'm not going to just willingly do it now.” An idea crosses my mind, but I don't know if he'll let me try it. Although I suppose he will if I don't tell him.

“Alright.” I say. “But we still need a little bit more practice, being a bit closer. I still don't think we've practiced that romantic kiss scene enough.” He tries his best to hide a smirk, but he fails completely. “Why don't you sit back on the bed up against the wall?” He looks behind him and sees that he can in fact sit on the bed with his legs up and his back against the wall, so he does so without questioning my motives. As I go back with him, I surprise him by jumping over his thighs and spreading mine across him.

“Amelia-” I don't give him much of a chance to speak. I wrap my hands behind his neck and pull him into me. As we continue I can tell that he certainly doesn't want to pull back – and because of the wall he can't. The more I kiss him, the warmer he seems to get. If I can get him to a certain point, then he might bite me without realizing. I roll my hips forward, which places me in a delicate spot on top of his pants. He exhales sharply as I repeat the grinding movement and push my tongue deep into his mouth. Oliver’s hands are holding my hips tightly, but then I can feel him start to tense. Any moment he’s going to try and push away and I can’t let him. I lean back just enough to undo the buttons of my shirt so that he has complete access to my chest and neck. Letting my hands wander up his shirt he grabs onto one of my wrists and does his best to pull away despite the wall behind him blocking his ability to do so. “We can’t-” But I take over his mouth viciously and pull my hand from his grasp. He doesn’t resist me physically. I leave his mouth but only to slide my tongue down his neck. I let my hands wander further down, unzipping his jeans, and beneath doing its best to push through his boxers is a surprise waiting for me. I let my chest push outward into him as I roll my clothed opening over his dick. Until that moment he had kept his eyes closed, but he opens them and stares at me with piercing green eyes. His mouth is agape and hinting past his lips are elongated fangs. I thought I would be more frightened, I’m anything but that. He takes hold of my back and throws me backward, my head hanging off the edge of the bed he undoes my pants and removes them promptly, along with his own. He climbs back on top of me and I can feel his thick tip wanting to push inside, but he doesn’t. I’m so wet he could probably slip in easily, why doesn’t he? “Amelia-”

“Oliver, you’re going to have one really deflated girlfriend if you stop now.” I speak out, even though it’s difficult to hold my head up off the bed.

“I just wanted to say sorry.”

“For what?” He doesn’t answer me. As he uses one hand to prop my hips in the right place, he enters me roughly and I yell out. I feel his other arm under my back, leaning me up. He pulls back out but with the second hard thrust, my head falls back and I barely catch an upside down moment in the mirror at the opposite end of the room of his fangs delving into my neck. It’s an odd sensation like I’m getting hot, it’s so pleasurable. He moves his hips around only slightly for a moment before he releases his fangs from my skin. He leans up on his palms to look at me, the glistening green of his eyes turning almost completely brown. “I thought you said it was supposed to hurt?” I say, my head spinning a little.

“It didn’t?”

“No, actually that felt oddly nice. The only thing hurting me right now is your unexplainable size and the fact that you’re not moving.” Shooting me his signature grin, he pulls out and slams into me forcefully, but fuck does it feel good. He repeats a few more times before leaning back into me and kissing my neck. His free hand grabs onto my right breast beneath the bra and he plays with it, squeezing and pinching just to see my changing reactions.

The harder he goes, the more I feel like I’m going to fall off the bed. He grabs onto me around my back and flips us over. I guess this is his way of letting me have control. I move on him like he was my own plaything. I don’t know what feels good to him, but something feels really good when I grind on him. He makes an interesting face, something between pain and ecstasy. He moves his hands up my hips as his fingers start to play with my clit. “Oh, fuck. Don’t stop.” I breathe out. I start to bounce up and down a little more and he takes a tighter hold of my thighs.

“Amelia, I have to-”

“W-Wait.” I’m so close I can feel it. A few more thrusts and I feel myself reach a new level of headrush, but something else feels unusually pleasurable. His dick is throbbing inside me, a hot wet mess. I collapse to the side of him in a heap, but he still wraps an arm around my waist. For a moment all I can hear is our heavy breathing.

“You did that on purpose.” He says between exhaling.

“How many people do you know have sex by accident? What do they just fall and slip into the wrong hole?”

“Amelia…”

“Oh, you mean making it nearly impossible for you to resist the urge to bite me? Yeah, that was on purpose too.”

“Also, I don’t think I ever officially asked,” he began, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“Asked what?” I replied, my heart skipping a beat.

“For you to be my girlfriend,” he said, his words hanging in the air like a delicate melody. My mind raced – it was something I hadn’t considered amidst the chaos of recent events. “I had planned to ask you properly, you know, with a well-thought-out speech.” Phew. His admission made me smile, a genuine warmth spreading through me. I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. His smile, now broader, revealed his perfectly normal teeth, a stark contrast to the creature he could become.

“Oliver, would you like to make it official, then?” I teased gently, already knowing my answer but wanting to hear his request.

He took a deep breath, his voice softer now. “Amelia, would you be my girlfriend?”

The simplicity of the question, asked in such a heartfelt way, resonated deeply within me. “I’d love to, Oliver,” I answered, my voice a mirror of his own tender tone.

In that moment, all the complexities of our situation seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of us, connected by a newfound, sweet bond.

Chapter twenty-eight

Security Isn't Safe

I'm so nervous right now and it's not even my usual awkward nervousness. I can hear a lot of people gathering in the hall. Most of the drama team had spent the entire afternoon preparing the hall with all the seating arrangements needed for people to come and watch the show. Mr. Fasoli is backstage barking orders at lots of different people and they're just accepting that he is a little bit on edge at the moment. I haven't seen Oliver since he went to go into the other room for a costume change. The stagehand, Peter has been doing a great job organizing everybody. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Brandi who is the Evil Queen understudy.

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