Page 23 of Bee's Enraged Beast

I braced her weight on my hips and used my hands to jerk her shirt over her head. She was already working on her bra while I tossed her shirt to the floor. I cupped her breasts, lifting them as I dropped my mouth to cover one swollen tip. She tunneled her hands through my hair, her nails scraping lightly against my scalp, and I swore my cock was going to break my zipper.

I moved to her other breast, giving it the same gluttonous treatment. I could spend hours sucking her nipples. Days. Years. Then I caught the scent of her lust, and there was something far more tantalizing I wanted to eat. I dropped her to her feet and went to my knees before her, making quick work of her pants and shoving them down her legs until they caught on her shoes. She was keening and moaning, when I finally managed to get one leg free and lift it over my shoulder.

God, the scent of her made my mouth water. I dove, licking from her clitoris down to her opening and back up to suck the taut bud into my mouth. She pumped her hips into my face, craving what I could give her. I pressed one arm over her hips using my fingers to hold her folds open, so I could see every luscious pink inch of her. I used my other hand to play, rimming her opening with my finger while I sucked her clit.

“Put your finger inside me, Hannibal. Please.”

I thrust the digit deep. Then did it again while I continued sucking. Her hips pumped in time with the thrust of my finger, and I added another. I brought her to orgasm then moved my mouth lower so I could drink her down, pressing my tongue inside to consume every drop. I took my time, making her come again and then a third time before my cock made me pull my mouth away.

I made quick work of removing her other shoe and finished stripping her. Then I scooped her up and tossed her into the middle of her bed. I watched her bounce in all the best ways as I jerked my shirt over my head. I tossed it aside then went to work on my jeans. Belinda was putting on quite the show while I undressed. One hand petted between her thighs while the other played with her nipples. I stood there, shaft in hand, stroking while I watched. She crooked her finger and motioned me forward.

I crawled up the bed until I covered her body, my hips forcing her legs wider until I could settle against her. Her mouth crashed up to mine as I rubbed my crown up and down her folds, coating myself in her slick juices. Our tongues dueled as I thrust deep and hard, pulling that sweet mewl from Belinda’s lips again. There was something about the sound that wrapped around my balls and gave them a squeeze.

I rode her hard, each stroke into her depths rocking me from head to toe. You’d think we hadn’t spent all last night making love in this very bed. Our need for one another was that desperate.

We rolled across the bed, switching positions at whim, discovering what each of us liked best. I think both of us seemed to prefer her on her hands and knees with me covering her from behind. Maybe, it was a wolf thing. It certainly spoke to the animal in me, and from the yelling she did, it spoke to hers, as well.

“Harder,” she panted out between breaths, and I did my best to comply.

I was learning what she liked as quickly as she decided she liked it. She’d issue a command, and I’d follow through until I knew exactly what she wanted. Harder didn’t always mean harder. Sometimes, it meant moving my body so I hit the exact spot inside her where she needed me. I didn’t just listen to her words. I followed the signals her body gave. Listened to what brought out that delicious mewl and had her hands fisting in the blankets beneath us.

“Hannibal! Hannibal! Oh, god, Hannibal!”

I drove through her orgasm, my breath pumping from my lungs as I held off my own release long enough to ensure she enjoyed every moment of hers. Only when she went boneless beneath me did I give in to the lure of pleasure. I held up her hips and pumped every inch as deep as I could go. I wanted that little boy she saw in our future. I wanted to fill our new home with all the children we could. A home, a family, all with my mate. My bellow shook the walls as I came so hard I overflowed her channel.

My hands were rough on her hips. My shaft buried deep, trying to get every drop of seed where it needed to be. After long moments, I took us both down to the bed. She loved the weight of me atop her, but I made sure I withheld a good portion of said weight. Then when I’d caught my breath, I rolled off her, collapsing at her side with one arm thrown over my eyes. Belinda immediately turned to me, placing a kiss on my chest before lying her head there.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you happy,” I swore.

“I know,” she whispered, propping her head up on her fists to meet my gaze. A grin split her lips. “I already saw it.”

Epilogue

~Belinda~

Fifteen Months Later

I stood in the doorway, watching Hannibal cradle our son against his bare chest. My mate was incredibly gentle. He’d been afraid to even hold Oliver at first. My husband was a big man, and Oliver looked tiny in his father’s hands.

“Planning to stand there staring, or are you going to join us?” Hannibal’s gaze met mine, and I swear my heart sighed. There was something about seeing Oliver curled on his dad’s chest. I’d never get tired of it.

“I’m enjoying the view,” I murmured, not leaving the doorway.

Hannibal moved toward the crib and carefully lay Oliver down. I moved closer then, staring down at my son, the spitting image of his father except for one thing. When awake he had my light blue eyes. My mate pressed his finger to his lips and tugged me out the door and into our adjoining bedroom.

“How long do you think we have?” he whispered, making quick work of his jeans.

I wanted to giggle, but I wanted him more, so I stayed quiet, shedding clothes as quickly as Hannibal did. We both knew it could be anywhere from ten minutes to, hopefully, a few hours. Oliver preferred to be held when he was sleeping. Now that Hannibal’s mom, Leslie, and her mate Cain lived in the mother-in-law cottage on our property, Oliver was held a lot. Spoiled rotten and I loved every moment of it.

I’d been worried about whether or not she’d like me, but Hannibal had been right. She loved me. So much so she’d told me to call her mom. Hell, she’d proclaimed herself the mom of the whole pack, and this wayward band of misfits and bastards had soaked up her motherly love and attention.

All thought left my head as Hannibal reached for me. We came together in a crash. I’d barely lasted the six weeks Hannibal had made me wait after giving birth to Oliver. I kept telling him that was for humans not wolf shifters, but he hadn’t bought it. Now, we were back to having trouble keeping our hands off each other, and my husband’s hands were amazing. Especially the way he used them between my thighs right now.

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to stave off my moan. I knotted my hands in the covers beneath me, while Hannibal skimmed his lips down my body to join his hands. The things he did had my eyes rolling back in my head as I arched my spine and clenched my thighs around his shoulders. I grabbed the pillow and pulled it over my head, smothering my cries as I came then came again.

Hannibal moved back up my body with a low chuckle, stopping briefly to softly kiss my nipples before tugging away the pillow and claiming my lips. I wrapped my legs around him, rubbing my sex wantonly along his shaft.

“You want that, baby?” he murmured at my ear.

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