Page 18 of Bee's Enraged Beast

“What do you want?” I nudged her.

“I know we have to leave for a bit. And I want to meet your mom and her human mate. But…this is my home.”

“Even though your brother’s pack isn’t accepting of you?” That bothered me. A lot.

“They don’t know me. Not really. And despite what Raina said, it’s not all my brother’s fault. I hid away. I could have been more outgoing. People fear what they don’t know or understand, but when did I ever give them a chance?”

She rubbed her hands together in her lap, and I covered them with one of mine, squeezing them before taking one with mine and bringing it up to cup my face.

“If you want to stay, then we’ll stay. But you need to understand I won’t tolerate any negative comments about you. Period. I don’t care who makes them. They treat you with respect, or they face me. No exceptions.”

“You can’t beat up everyone, Hannibal,” she admonished.

“Can and will,” I countered, firming my tone to let her know I meant it.

“Now, you sound like my brother,” she countered with a laugh, reminding me he’d said the same thing when Raina had told him he couldn’t make people like or accept his sister.

Her lips tipped up into that lush smile of hers, and my heart beat faster just looking at her. Did this woman have no clue I’d worship the very ground she walked on?

“I think your size alone would be enough to make them cower,” she murmured.

“Does it bother you?”

“Your size?” At my nod, she shook her head frantically. “Never, Hannibal. I love your size. Every inch of you.” Her gaze dropped to my lap. “Some inches more than others on occasion.”

I growled, and she giggled. That giggle lit my heart aflame. I tumbled her back to the bed, spreading her thighs with mine and slid home inside her. She caught her breath as her eyes glazed with passion. I laced my hands with hers and pinned them to the bed over her head.

“I can’t believe, less than twenty-four hours ago, I wasn’t sure I’d live long enough to meet you.”

My chest rumbled in denial of that statement, but it was a reminder I needed to check on Makers and Hutch.

“I’ll make arrangements to take them back, once I can leave your body alone long enough to get out of this bed.”

“You’ll like my brother’s inner circle once you all get to know one another,” Belinda assured me. “They’re great guys.”

“If your mind is on other men, I must be doing something wrong.” I followed my words up with a hard thrust that pushed every inch of my cock deep.

“What men?” Belinda moaned.

I chuckled, lowering my head so I could nip along her jaw to her lips. She opened, her tongue slicking across her bottom lip, and I followed it back inside her mouth with mine. We were making up for all the years of waiting to find one another. We’d had sex no less than six times the night before, and I was still as hungry for her as I’d been that first time. Every time was somehow better than the time before. Plus, there was something about smelling my scent on her, smelling her on me. It spoke to my wolf, calming the beast inside me.

We dozed on and off all day, waking only to reach for each other and make love again. It was a wonder neither of us were sore, but apparently, the marathon sex was in our nature. She was slick with need every time I reached for her, and my cock hardened at the touch of her fingers or lips. God, her lips. It turned out my mate had as voracious an appetite for my cum as I did for hers. I knew at some point we’d have to leave the room for another source of nourishment, but for now, she was all I needed.

Chapter Nine

~Belinda~

Three days. We spent three days naked in my bed. Raina had knocked on the door and left food for us, which Hannibal grabbed and brought in, feeding me from his fingers. I’d wondered at some of Raina’s food choices. Chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Then Hannibal had drizzled some chocolate onto my nipples, and we’d gotten very creative after that. God bless my sister-in-law.

Bastion broke the spell on day three, beating on our door and demanding our presence downstairs. Hannibal and I took our time in the shower then spent another half hour on the bed before finally tugging on clothes. Thankfully, someone had gone to get Hannibal’s truck and brought up his bag. Though, I really did prefer him naked.

“If we’re staying here, we’re getting our own place,” Hannibal groused as he held open the door for me.

“There’s a place up the road we could look at. It just came on the market, and Bastion was going to look at it, anyway. For the pack.”

“Do you want it?”

“I’d love for us to look at it. There’s a huge pool in the back that looks like a private lagoon with a waterfall. And they have a mother-in-law cottage. In case, your mom ever wanted to visit.”

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