Page 30 of Her Reclusive Beast

Tightening my arms around his neck, I pull his head down to where I can lean up and reach his mouth with mine. Lining the edge of his lower lip with my tongue, I have to resort to tugging on his earlobe to get him to open to me. Slowly, his lips part and I stroke in, deepening the kiss. Echoing the one he gave me earlier, even if less commanding. He groans and uses both hands to slide my hips forward on the counter until his stiffening cock is nestled against my pussy. I suck lightly on his tongue, and that’s his undoing.

In a flash, he takes over. Tangling his tongue with mine, he wins that battle and withdraws to claim new territory. In one swift movement, my shirt is up and over my head. His mouth lowers to torture one breast and then the other, pushing my bra aside to leave them bare to his ravishment.

The slightly bristly texture of his jaw has my back arching in need. “Max!”

His head lifts briefly. “Cum for me now, Jenna, and I’ll take you upstairs to the nice soft bed. Otherwise, I’m flipping you over and stuffing you full of my cock right here in the kitchen.”

I wish that was an actual choice because it sounds absolutely delicious. But the dirty words coming from a mostly proper Max has me gasping with surprise as my pussy convulses, grasping aimlessly at nothing.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, sounding pleased with himself. I want to argue, but he’s already swept me up and over his shoulder. He takes the stairs two at a time, but I’m the one that’s breathless when he lays me down on his big bed upstairs.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he mutters to himself, staring down at me, my breasts unconstrained by the bra still scrunched beneath them.

I reach for the zip on my jeans, eager to be rid of them, but Max stays my hand. “My present to unwrap, little one. Why don’t you tell me what you liked about last time?”

“What? In the kitchen? I was hoping you’d bend me over the counter like you promised.”

His chuckle is raspy. “That was a threat, not a promise, little Jenna. But maybe that’s what you like? Do you want to hear how I’m going to spread your legs high and wide so you can take all of me? That I’ll use my hand to stretch your pussy until you’re stuffed full? I see that you do like that,” he adds wryly. My nipples have frozen into diamond-hard points that have a pulsing ache.

“Please, Max,” I whine.

“And begging for it too?” he teases me. Despite his words, his hands are gentle as he strips me of my jeans and underwear. When he steps back to undress himself, his stiff cock springs free, dripping with precum. Licking my lips, I meet Max’s eyes.

Max’s heated gaze travels down the length of my body. I can literally feel the warmth of it moving along my skin.

“I don’t think you can even use the wordconceivedfor my beginning,” he muses idly, trailing his index finger around and around my left breast. “I was manipulated into being. Splicing and dicing DNA from God only knows what. Somewhere in a lab between Asia and Russia. Most of their experiments failed completely and were never viable. Some lived but didn’t meet the stated protocols. Those infants were adopted out to foreign countries. These men are my brothers. I was one of the last. That woman I mentioned, Niva, she was one of many surrogates housed and fed to bring their work to life. I do not know if I would have been deemed satisfactory or not.”

His hand moves to my other breast, and I dare not breathe. This is important. He needs to say it as awful as it is. When he stays quiet and his hand stops moving as if lost in thought, I tuggently on his fingers, moving them to my mouth for a light kiss. “What happened?” I whisper.

He startles as if he’d forgotten I was even in the room. His eyes warm again as he smiles down at me. “The authorities became aware. Exactly whose authorities is unclear, but the news of a raid was leaked. The pregnant women were chased away, and the records destroyed. The brains of the operation escaped to South America.”

Max settles on the bed next to me and I seize the opportunity to finally really embrace all of him. If he’s aware of my touch, he doesn’t show it.

“Is that your big, dark secret, or is there more?”

Bemused, he peers down at me. “That’s not enough?”

I shrug. “Well, it’s an unusual family tree, but it doesn’t really change my opinion of you. What were they trying to do with all this manipulation? Make a super race?”

Max laughs. “I doubt it. There’s no evidence of any females being created, just males. The only thing that makes sense is some kind of warrior bodyguard to order. Maybe a small army if they’d ever really figured it out. But even they couldn’t speed up gestation, so every experiment took nine months or more to complete. Some of the children were housed there until they were toddlers. Presumably to assess traits or skills.”

Nestling my head on his heart, I murmur, “How sad. Have you met any of the others?”

“A few. Javier is the link between us.”

“Javier! What does he have to do with it?”

Max quirks an eyebrow. “He’s good at information gathering. The rest is his story to tell. And if you don’t mind, I’d rather not include him in our wedding night.”

I beam up at him. “Me neither. Do I get ravished now?” I ask, a bit too eagerly.

Max’s snort of amusement has me turning away in embarrassment, except he won’t let me. “Yes. You get ravished now, little Jenna. And loved. And adored. And treasured.” Each phrase is punctuated with kisses until I’m breathless.

Then he does indeed spread my legs and notch his cock at my entrance. He enters me in one firm stroke, filling me to bursting. Max pauses to let me adjust to him, and I can’t help but run my hand down his back. “You’re mine now, too, Max. All mine. Whenever I want.”

His cock seems to swell even larger at my words. Nostrils flaring, he pulls partially out and plows into me. Over and over, pushing me up the bed until only a pillow is between my hair and the headboard. He growls low and deep, almost feral, before grinding me down into the mattress. Just as I feel the first spurt of cum, he reaches between us and pinches my clit. Hard. I scream his name and cum simultaneously. My legs instinctively curve around his hips to hold him in place. He’s mine. And I may never let him go from my body.

Eventually, of course, I reconsider that. After he rolls us over, cradling me against his broad chest, fingers idly playing with my hair. I blink and yawn, realizing there’s no point in having my eyes open in the utter darkness.

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