Page 104 of Beau and the Beast

Last night had been perfect but just being in the same room as Wolfram made him want more.

Wolfram kissed back, his pace going from relaxed to urgent, and when Beau reached out to touch the stupid sheet separating them, he was pleased to find that Wolfram was already hard. Wolfram moaned into their kiss as Beau palmed him. Keeping one hand on the outside of the sheet, Beau snaked his other down in behind the fabric, taking Wolfram by the base and then stroking down.

Wolfram growled abruptly, grabbing both of Beau's wrists and in a smooth motion pinned them over his head. Beau gasped, arousal throbbing through him at the uncharacteristically rough handling. He was stuck against the wall and he writhed there, hard again and wanting more. Without Beau’s hand there, Wolfram’s sheet dropped to the ground.

Wolfram claimed his mouth with a searing intensity and Beau struggled against his grip, taking pleasure in the fact that he couldn't free his wrists, enjoying the sheer strength and size of Wolfram.

Wolfram worked against him, pressing him into the wall and grinding his naked cock against Beau. He smeared precum between them, making a dark mark on the front of Beau's pants.

"Jesus, Wolf, yes—"

As if the words had broken some spell, Wolfram went stiff, dropping his hands and suddenly backing away.

"What's wrong?" Beau asked, following him, wanting to close the gap between them, unhappy at the sudden lack of contact.

"Beau—Christ—I have to stop."

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Beau was intoxicatingand he was goddamned dangerous.

Wolfram was reminded of the first weeks he'd spent after the curse, unable to control himself completely, constantly at war with the animal instincts, the foreign senses that presented themselves in those first awful days. He'd never known what would set him off, whether it was a particular smell or a sound that startled him—and Wolfram would find himself reacting entirely different than he had before the curse—baring his teeth and growling or pulling back abruptly from a noise.

Everything he'd been doing with Beau was entirely new territory.

His reactions frightened him.

Wolfram should've been able to control himself, but it was as if wires in his brain had gotten crossed the night before. Without the relief of release with Beau, he'd managed to get himself more and more worked up. Add that to the silly adrenaline thrill of sneaking around his own penthouse and Wolfram had managed to completely lose control, using his bulk to pin Beau up against the wall.

When he came back to himself—brought back by Beau's words, the nickname, the reminder that he was a man with rational thought and not a hulking beast with nothing but instinct—Wolf was disgusted with himself but no less aroused.

He grabbed the sheet off the ground, annoyed that he was still without clothing and feeling more animal than man. He should've marched straight back to his bedroom wardrobe for breeches instead of fooling around like a brute.

Beau, to his credit, didn't seem to be complaining.

"What's wrong?" Beau repeated.

"It's just—nothing, it’s me," Wolfram said, searching for the words to explain himself. "We need to... we can't do this."

Beau pushed up off the wall, pursuing him even as he withdrew back to his bedroom, turning away.

"Don't tell me you're going to pretend like last night didn't happen," Beau said, slinging the words at him.

"No. That's not it."

"Good," Beau said. They entered Wolfram's bedroom and Beau watched as he dressed quickly. "Because it was incredible, Wolf, and I want to do it again."

Wolfram fought a smile. He should've known better than to think that he'd win when denying Beau anything. He'd shown time and time again that he'd always figure out a way to get exactly what he wanted—and, strangely, everyone around him tended to be better off once hedidget his way.

"I know. It was. And I do too. But there's... more than you understand. I'm not ready."

"Not ready for what?" Beau demanded, sitting on the edge of his bed. "You're doing just fine."

"You don't understand. It's not the same for me as it is for you."

"Because you've been alone for so long?" Beau guessed.

"That's... part of it," Wolfram admitted. "You're completely fearless, Beau. That's frightening for me. That could be a problem."

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