Page 37 of Beast: Part Two

“No shit,” Brooklyn says rubbing her belly. “He is like fucking Micheal Myers.”

“Brook,” Fem warns before turning back to me. “I think your near-death experience triggered something in him. Priest says he’s not hearing his mother’s voice anymore.”

“Wait, that should be good,” I explain as I lift Maksim’s shirt up and slide my good arm out of the arm hole. “His mother tells him to kill.”

Fem shakes her head. “No, his mother is who Beast allows to guide him while in that dark place. Notice I said guide.” She helps me pull my injured arm out of the arm hole before tossing the shirt on the bed.

“He has always had control over his mother in his head,” she goes on to explain.

Malia holds out a large black t-shirt with a well-known rock band printed on it. Fem takes the shirt from her.

“I still don’t see how her being gone is a problem.”

I’ve seen how bad it could get when Gabriel’s mother took over. I’ve witnessed it firsthand. Could there be anything worse than her?

“Priest thinks someone else is taking her place.”

“Someone like who?” The memory of the other day in the kitchen flashes back in my head. There was something different about him that day. The way he stood over me and seemed to move across the kitchen without even realizing he was moving.

“We don’t know,” Fem says helping me put my injured arm in my shirt before sliding it over my head. “But whatever it is, Beast is struggling to control it.”

Placing my good arm into the other sleeve, I was unsure how to take this information. I don’t think I’ve ever doubted his ability to fight through his mother’s voice. Even on that first night we met. Maybe that makes me naïve. But I truly believed that he could conquer anything.

“So, you mean to tell me we’re locked in this house with a real-life jigsaw who at any moment could lose his shit and kill all of us?” Brook asks, placing her hands on her hips. “No offense, Summer. I know that’s your man and all.”

I don’t take offense to Brooklyn’s words. She doesn’t know Gabriel like I do. He would never hurt us.

“He wouldn’t do that,” I argue. “I know he looks menacing on the outside and is capable of things you couldn’t imagine. But that man is the kindest, gentlest, most loving and thoughtful man I’ve ever met.” My throat clogs up with tears just thinking about the man I’ve grown to know and love.

To some, Gabriel would be too hard around the edges. The way he communicates would drive others crazy. Not to mention his many quirks and brooding presence. To anyone else he may be too imperfect to be considered worthy, but to me he is perfection.

“Aww, baby,” Malia says walking up to me and giving me a hug. “I can tell you love him.”

I wipe my eyes as she lets me go. “I understand how you feel. Seth’s a little different. He’s more volatile and rougher around the edges than Lucien. He’s an acquired taste.”

“You got that right,” Brooklyn mumbles.

Malia only playfully rolls her eyes at her before turning back to me. “But I know the kind, loving, and protective side of Seth.I know that he adores his brothers and Priest and wouldn’t do anything to hurt them or us.”

I nod. She’s right. That’s exactly how Gabriel is. No one is calling my man a saint, but he is a good person.

“Look,” Brooklyn says coming up beside me. “I’ll just take your word for it. But if he goes all Jason Vorhees on us, I’m using you as a shield.”

Despite the topic and my tears, I laugh at her joke. At least I think it’s a joke.

“We will all be alright. There’s nothing to worry about.” Even though Fem said the words, she didn’t sound the least bit confident. But that’s okay. I had enough faith in my man for everybody.

chapter Ten

New Class

Priest

“Take my cock to the back of your fucking throat, Fem,” I growl out over her head as I shove more of my length into her mouth.

She gags, her eyes watering, as she sucks me off. I reach over her body and smack her ass. She’s tied down to my bondage bench. Her ass is in the air with a medium-sized butt plug inside of it. Pulling out of her mouth with a wet plop, I stuff my cock back in my sweats as I slowly walk around her, admiring how her body is spread out for me.

I don’t touch her as I stare at her soaking wet pussy as it leaks around the vibrating yoni balls.

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