Page 17 of Bee's Enraged Beast

She had to feel the tremor that went through me, the racing of my heart, the way my stomach muscles contracted as I fought to remain still beneath her exploring touch. These sensations were all new. I hadn’t lied when I’d told her she was my first. I’d always been big for my age. Man-sized when I was only a boy. And there had always been my mother to protect. As a fully-grown man, most woman had shied away from me, and those who hadn’t, hadn’t interested me. Then I’d felt the pull of my mate, and I’d known she was out in the world somewhere, waiting for me to find her. Belinda James was worth every bit of the wait to find her. Worth a thousand lifetimes of waiting, though I was extremely glad it hadn’t come to that.

“Mmm,” she moaned around my flesh, and I felt the vibration of sound everywhere.

“That’s enough,” I groaned, tugging at her hair. I wanted her under me or over me or any way she wanted to be as long as I could thrust inside her tight sex.

“No.” She took her mouth away long enough to deny me. “It’s my turn to taste you. My turn to use my mouth to bring you pleasure. Please, Hannibal. I want to taste you.”

Those pleading blue eyes would be my undoing. I’d never be able to deny her anything. All she had to do was look at me with that needy expression on her face and I’d fold like a cheap table. I’d give her the world if she asked, or at least every part of it I could. Her lips curved up in a soft smile, and I almost groaned again. Her smile would prove my kryptonite, too. I’d do anything to see it always gracing her lips. Then her head dipped back down, and I almost swallowed my tongue as she deep-throated a good portion of my length.

I forced my eyelids to stay open so I could watch her. She knelt between my sprawled thighs. Both palms wrapped around my girth, and she moved her hands from my base to her lips as she worked her mouth down from my tip. Then she squeezed and twisted, emptying my mind of everything but what I was feeling. Each sensation ripped through me, tightening my balls with the need to give her what she hungered for.

“Belinda, baby. I’m going to come,” I warned, but she only increased her tempo and sucked harder.

I rocked my hips into her bobbing mouth and reached down to wrap my free hand around both hers on my shaft, tightening her grip and giving myself a rougher touch. She flicked her eyes up to meet mine, and I came so hard I was afraid of drowning her. I watched her face, scrutinizing as she swallowed every ounce I gave her and continued sucking for more. I swear she took my soul down her throat, as well.

I tugged, and she moved back, daintily licking my crown several times for any remaining seed before nuzzling against my groin then going lower to give my scrotum a kiss. Her fingers rubbed lazily over my abdomen, tracing circles over my skin while I caught my breath.

“I’m going with you when you leave.” She glanced up then, seeking my gaze and trying to read my thoughts.

“Come here.” I patted my chest, and she crawled up until she lay her head over my heart. “I won’t leave you.”

She nodded but didn’t look up at me.

“Belinda, look at me.”

She glanced up again, and I knew this was a conversation we couldn’t have lying down. I scooped her up and moved so she sat on my lap, my back against the headboard.

“I won’t leave you,” I swore. “Promise.”

“I…” She paused, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a long moment. “My parents couldn’t handle my gift.”

“The visions you have?”

She nodded. “I was six when I had the first one. Or at least, the first I remembered. I saw one of our pack getting attacked and killed. When it happened, the ones who knew about the vision said I was a witch. They wanted me sent away.” She shrugged. “Or killed.”

“Jesus,” I whispered, wrapping my arms more securely around her as if I could protect the six-year-old girl she’d been.

“Bastion was there. He was ten when I was born and was always more of a parent than a brother.”

That explained why he’d wanted her to stay with him and his pack. He’d been protecting her for a long time. But remaining with the James Pack would be my mate’s choice and no one else’s. If she wanted to stay, I’d find a way to earn her brother’s trust so we could. If she wanted to leave, we’d go wherever she wanted. Travel the world if that was her desire. I’d been smart with the money I’d earned. My investments were solid, more so with the sound advice my mom’s mate had given me. I had more money than Belinda and I could ever spend.

“What did he do when he found out what people were saying?”

“We left that night. Bastion should have been the next alpha, but he walked away. For me.”

I easily read the guilt she felt over that. I cupped her cheek and couldn’t resist leaning down to brush a soft kiss over her lips.

“Hate to break it to you, but your brother is an alpha.”

“Now. Do you know how hard it was for a sixteen-year-old boy to go on the run with a six-year-old who had visions she couldn’t control? Visons that called attention. Attention was the last thing we needed.”

“It seems like he handled it okay,” I assured her. “When he looks at you, it’s easy to see the bond you two share. The love. You know what I don’t see?”

“What?” she asked.

“Regret or blame. Your brother loves you, and I bet, even knowing the struggle he’d face, he’d do it all again. Because you matter to him. Makes me like him.”

“I want you to like him. I want you to…” She broke off, and uncertainty filled her gaze.

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