Page 16 of Bee's Enraged Beast

He paused as he worked his length in me. “You heard me. You’re it for me. My first. My last. My only. I’m all yours, Belinda. Now and forever.”

Tears pooled in my eyes and slowly, dripped down my face. The only thing that prevented him from jerking out of me was the fact I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and held on.

“You’re not hurting me,” I whispered, knowing exactly what he thought. “You’ve given me the best gift in the world.”

He stared at me, trying to see inside me, and I opened up, letting him know what I felt. I knew from the way his gaze softened that he felt it. Love. I was in love with my mate. Hell, I think I’d fallen for him before I even knew who he was. Definitely before I’d laid eyes on him. When I’d only sensed him. When I’d known, really known, that he was out there, looking for me.

“I love you,” he swore, leaning down to kiss me, and I used his distraction to sink my fingers into his ass and pull him in while I pushed up until every inch was buried inside me.

I swear my eyes rolled back in my head. Pretty sure his did, as well, but as I stared at the back of my skull, I couldn’t be sure. Okay, maybe, it was the back of my eyelids. Either way, I came again. My sheathe fluttered around his cock, pulling growls from his throat.

“I need—”

His voice cut off on the guttural growl that resonated through me.

“Yes,” I agreed. “Take what you need. Anything.”

One hand fell to my hip, curving around so he palmed my buttock. The other one pressed against the bed beside my head, holding his weight off me. I loosened the grip of my legs, and he began to ease out then back in. He took it slow, each glide smooth as he filled me. I lowered my legs so they gripped his hips, allowing more distance between us and giving him a better range of motion on each stroke. I turned my head toward the palm next to me and kissed over his fingers, his wrist, any part of him I could reach.

His cadence sped up, each thrust coming faster, hitting harder, deeper. My body rose toward another orgasm. Everything inside me tightened as if I were on the precipice of shifting, but I’d somehow gotten locked in my human skin. As if I were going to tear through my skin. I needed something, but I wasn’t sure what.

Then he was gone.

“Hannibal!”

“Over,” he commanded. “Hands and knees.”

I complied as quickly as I could, turning and glancing at him over my shoulder. He caressed my ass, smoothing his hands over me before pressing one palm between my shoulder blades until my nipples brushed the comforter. He plunged inside me in one hard thrust and set a frantic pace. He covered my hip with one hand while gripping my hair with the other. It was rough and primal and appeased the wolf inside me.

He bent over my back, using his grip in my hair to turn my head to the side, baring my neck and biting me again. My mouth fell open on a soundless scream as even my vocal chords seemed to have seized. It was the second time it had happened, and I briefly wondered if I should be concerned. Then I was flying, flung high in the pleasure that washed through my body, taking my tight muscles and turning them to liquid so I puddled beneath him. He released my shoulder, letting me fall to the bed while he held my hips up for his continued thrusts, riding through my orgasm and somehow, forcing it higher.

“Mine,” he growled as he came. “Finally.”

I nodded, and little mewling sounds left my lips in lieu of the words I couldn’t form. He collapsed atop me, and I shuddered beneath him, reaching back with one arm to hold him to me. I liked his weight on me. It was comforting.

“I’m crushing you,” he murmured and pushed up with his arms.

“No, please. I want to feel you against me.”

He grunted as he withdrew then rolled, tugging me until I was sprawled over him. His big hands cupped my ass cheeks, lifting and squeezing as he slid his cock back into me. I gasped when I realized he was still hard. He urged me to sit up, and another mewl spilled out at how deep he was in this position.

“Ride me,” he ordered, giving tiny pumps of his hips that lifted me higher onto my knees.

I took the prompt and, bracing my hands on his rock-hard abdomen, lifted and lowered myself on his cock. He reached for my breasts, pinching at my nipples before leaning up to take one in his mouth and suck greedily. We rocked together, finding our rhythm. At some point, my hands gripped his shoulders and his mouth moved to mine. There was something about staring into each other’s eyes that made it seem more erotic, that added another level of intimacy to our lovemaking. Our breathing synced. Everything synced, and when we came again, it was together.

Chapter Eight

~Hannibal~

I woke up with Belinda’s head on my chest. She had one thigh thrown over mine, and her arm lay low across my stomach, precariously close to my morning wood. She made a mewling sound I’d noticed during our lovemaking, and her hand dipped even lower, her fingertips brushing along my shaft. That mewl made me even harder. Her fingers had my cock bobbing up to say hello. She wrapped her small hand as far around me as she could and gave me a firm stroke as her tongue peeked out and licked over my nipple. My hips shot up from the bed, and I almost came.

I started to roll over, wanting to be inside her again more than anything.

“No,” she whispered giving me another squeeze. “It’s my turn.”

She kissed her way down my body, and I tensed with anticipation. She’d wanted to use her mouth on me several times during the night, but I’d been greedy. I’d told her she could, then I’d gone down on her instead. Once I had her taste on my tongue, had swallowed one release after another, it was only natural to slide up her body and thrust inside the wet and warmth of her sheathe. I hadn’t meant to deny her. She made me insatiable. I planned to gorge on her taste for a lifetime.

I nearly lost my mind at the first shy brush of her tongue over my glans. Then she came back for another taste and another. I reached down, gathering her hair in my fist so I could watch her. Light blue eyes met mine for a brief moment. Then she dropped her gaze and opened her mouth, engulfing my tip and sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed.

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