Page 112 of Beast: Part Two

I scream. He uses his free arm to slip under my head. He grabs my neck and turns my face to his before pressing his lips to mine. His tongue snakes its way into my mouth, swallowing my cry. He makes love to my mouth as he fucks my pussy. His hips move faster, his balls smacking my ass sounding like an applause. He breaks the kiss to place his forehead to mine.

“You are my world, Mrs. Walker,” he whispers the words across my sweat slicked skin.

Leaning back, I look into his eyes and say, “I fucking better be.”

He chuckles before going back to kissing me. He lets go of my leg and slips his hands down between our bodies. His fingers dance against my hardened nub.

I moan as I break away from the kiss. I look down toward my center, hating that I can’t see over my baby bump.

“You’re close,” Walker growls. “I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. Are you ready to cum, Brook?”

“Yessss,” I moan. “Fuck yes.”

He speeds up his strokes and pinches my clit between his fingers. I cross my eyes as I come so hard it feels like my soul lifts out of my body and then plummets back to earth. All sound fades around me for a split second. By the time it comes back, Walker lets out a loud hissing sound as he releases inside me. His hips never stop moving as he fucks me through his orgasm.

When he finally finishes, he’s breathing hard. We’re both covered in sweat.

“Are you alright?” he asks, rubbing my belly.

I don’t have the energy to muster up words. I simply nod my head. He can feel the movement against his arm.

He places a kiss on the back of my head before getting up from the bed.

“Come on,” he says, holding out his hand. “Let’s go shower.”

I want to argue. The only thing I want to do is sleep right now. But I know I need to wash this sex off first. Walker pulls me up from the bed and helps me into the bathroom.

We have round two before finally washing off.

chapter Thirty-one

Spa Day

Hawk

Ipull the cover up over Brooklyn’s shoulders. She went right to sleep as soon as we got out the shower.

I stare down at her form, lying in the bed. The vision of her is too blurry to make anything out, but I still watch her.

I haven’t been honest with her yet. It’s a huge possibility that even if we do take care of Corbyn, and get the excommunication order withdrawn, I will still have to go back to the Church.

Asking Lucien, after all this, to go back and hide us again, is too much. I wouldn’t want to put my brother through that. He has his own life and family to worry about.

If I go back to the Church, I might not be around to see my family. We’ve all had this conversation. Now that Priest is gone, we have no one to advocate for us. They won’t be as lenient as before. Hell, they may put me in lock down like they did Beast or even retire me. Which basically means they will kill me.

Either way, at some point, I will have to walk away from my family. The thought of that kills me.

Turning from the bed, I head out of the room and toward the dining room. It’s time for our morning briefing. I follow my well-known route throughout the house. When Priest had this house built, he did it with me in mind. Wide hallways, open spaces, and sufficient lighting in every inch of the house. He made sure I could navigate this house without any issues.

Walking into the dining room, I immediately make out the voices in the room. Lucien is here, along with Red, Many, Zel, Maksim, and Beast.

I take a spot against the wall beside Beast. I don’t need my sight to know it’s him. Summer’s fruity scent is all over him.

“You alright?” he asks.

That seems to be the question that we’re all asking a lot nowadays. I’m not sure about them, but I answer it with the same lie every time.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

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