Page 15 of Bee's Enraged Beast

Chapter Seven

~Belinda~

He carried me all the way upstairs toward my bedroom, and all I could think was that he’d be buried inside me soon. Deep inside me. Every long, thick inch of the erection I’d felt. All mine. Would it seem too greedy if I yanked the briefs someone had given him down his thighs and yelled gimme at the top of my lungs?

It would be juvenile. Unbecoming of the alpha’s sister. Definitely not what a virgin should do. But god, my want for him was like a physical ache deep inside. I’d wanted him since the first time I’d sensed him, somewhere out in the world searching for me. That want had turned into a visceral need over time. I needed him like I needed air to breathe.

“That room.” I pointed to my bedroom door then grabbed the handle and pushed it open, so he wouldn’t need to put me down.

I glanced around, trying to see what he saw. The bed wasn’t big enough. We’d need something bigger eventually. Mine would have to do for now. My dresser was cluttered, just as the counter in my bathroom was. I had clothes tossed on the chair in the corner. Shoes scattered across the floor. I was messy but not horribly so. Then I glanced back at Hannibal to see what he was thinking, but his gaze was solidly on me. I don’t think he even saw anything in the room.

He stopped at my bed and lowered me until my knees kissed the mattress. Even then I barely came to chest level. My mate was big. Immense. And my eyes hadn’t moved above his waist yet. Until his hands dropped to grasp the hem of my shirt. My gaze followed, and as he lifted, I raised my arms. He tossed it aside and immediately cupped my breasts. His thumbs stroked over my nipples, drawing them to tight points that begged for his lips.

“Please,” I cried, reaching for his shoulders.

Hannibal groaned as he lowered his head to my chest. His lips skimmed across the tops of my breasts while his thumbs still circled the tips.

“Hannibal.” My voice had a whimpery pleading tone I wasn’t used to.

“Shh,” he crooned reverently. “I’ve waited so long. Let me love you.”

He took his time with my breasts, and I let him. Each touch of his lips, the flick of his tongue, set fires within me that only he could put out. His touch was slow and methodical, driving me wild. I didn’t think my nipples could get much harder. His touch was so soft, reverent. I was close to begging again when his lips brushed lower, tracing the upper edge of my nipple. I moaned and arched my back, pressing closer to his lips.

He took the invitation, using his fingers to guide me to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around a good portion of my breast and sucked, using his tongue to lash my nipple against the roof of his mouth. I came with a guttural growl, soaking the pants I’d so recently pulled on.

I threaded my fingers through his dark hair and held him to me. Each hard pull rocked my core and sent more liquid to lubricate my sex and coat my thighs. Preparing me for the slide of him deep within me. Releasing his hair, I reached down and made quick work of undoing my jeans and pushing them down my thighs. Hannibal refused to release my breast, and I was unable to work them lower.

“Hannibal.”

He growled around my nipple, and I felt that vibration everywhere. His eyes glowed as he met my gaze, and I knew his wolf was close.

“I need you…inside me.”

He released me with a loud pop, and the next thing I knew, I was tumbled back onto the mattress. He grabbed my jeans, and I heard the denim rip as he stripped it from me. I was ready for him to do the same and join me. Instead, he leaned over me, pinning me to the bed with one of his massive arms draped over my stomach. He used his broad shoulders to spread my thighs wide, and I was momentarily embarrassed by how slick they were. Then he inhaled, drinking the scent of my need into his lungs. His eyelids fell to half-mast while his cheeks went ruddy. His expression was…carnal. Hungry. A feeling I equally reciprocated.

I was ready for him to pounce. To stake a claim. And he did. With his mouth. No slow and easy this time. He dove for my sex, running his tongue around my clit then gliding it down through my folds to flick at my opening. Then he thrust as far as his tongue could go, and if not for his arm anchoring me, I would have shot up off the bed. He fucked me with his tongue, widening it then curling it in and using it like a digit or a faux penis. He placed his thumb on my clitoris and rubbed tight circles over it. I came again quickly, and Hannibal licked every drop and kept going.

I thrashed and moaned, begged and pleaded, and he continued to gorge himself as if I were his last meal before dying. My fingers dug into his hair again and alternated between pressing him closer and trying to push him away. I came a third time, screaming his name so loud every wolf around had to have heard me. And I hadn’t even felt his cock inside me yet.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded.

He gripped my legs and jerked, bringing my ass to the edge of the mattress before shoving down his briefs and palming his cock. My mouth watered. I wanted to taste him the way he had me, but I got the idea he wouldn’t be on board with that right now.

He stared between my thighs, running his hand up and down his length. I wasn’t sure what he intended. It looked like he wasn’t, either. He might jackoff on me, marking me with his scent, and the thought turned me on. I wanted to watch him come, to see it spurt from the tip of his cock and coat me. I wanted to rub it into my skin so there would be no doubt I belonged. To him. With him.

Then he stepped into me and used his hand to swipe his glans through my wet folds. He used me to lube his cock, gliding up and down my slit, coating every inch of his shaft before letting it lodge in my opening. His gaze flicked up to hold mine as he pressed his hips forward, and I swear we both held our breaths as he slowly edged his way inside.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned as he pulled back then eased in a little farther before doing the whole thing again. His face contorted as if he were in immense pain.

“You’re too big,” I countered, wiggling my hips as I tried to adjust.

“Do you want me to stop?”

My eyes had to bug out of the sockets at that. “Hell, no. I’m a virgin. I’ll stretch to accommodate you. I swear.”

He swallowed. “You’re my first, too.”

“I—What?”

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