Page 126 of Beau and the Beast

“There’s a part of me somewhere between the old me and what I am now that wants you on an illogical level. That me and not-me—we both want tohaveyou. It’s an instinct I had before but more intense—topossess youin any way I can.”

Beau drew a deep breath. He knew what it was to be wanted—and he knew what it was to want to submit. But Wolfram was right—there was something between them unlike anything Beau had ever experienced, too.

“And it’s gratifying to me and it’s gratifying to what’sinsideme that even as your cock is hard and straining for me without a touch, you’resubmittingto me too. Because there are things I never notice about you until I’m that close to you, kissing you—the way you turn every vulnerable piece of your body, angling it to me, even knowing what I am. The curve of your spine when you arch into me. How your eyes dip when I catch them for a moment. Fuck, Beau.”

Wolfram trailed off and Beau knew that a flush sat high across his cheeks. He wished Wolfram’s expressions betrayed more of what he was feeling. It was beyond erotic to hear him talk through what this was like for him but he felt like he’d been laid bare.

“I don’t know if you know you do it, but you start shifting your weight once you get hard. Everything suddenly centers on your ass—like you need me so bad, you’ll take anything, any pressure. The piece of me that enjoys knowing that—it’s allme,Beau. It gives me that chasing impulse so bad that I don’t know what to do with myself. When I stopped us tonight, that was why.”

He drew a ragged breath.

“I could feel you lean back and rock your hips—such a small thing—but when I know you want me in you, everything in my head bleeds together and it feels like maybe I’m not using my hands right—like maybe I’m going to hurt you or force myself on you—”

“You can’t force the willing, Wolf, Christ,” Beau said, laughing. “We don’t have to have sex. I just want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel.”

“And what if I still go too fast and you change your mind?” Wolfram asked, pushing a few inches away from where Beau sat near him on the floor. His eyes had gone wild again and Beau could tell just by his posture that it was taking self-control to stay seated where he was.

Against his better judgment and his promise not to push it, Beau leaned in to lay a steadying hand on Wolfram’s thigh.

“I trust that you won’t go too fast. And I’m not going to change my mind.”

“I don’t think you understand how much it becomes everything I am—the desire tohaveyou. Just from kissing you, Beau.”

“You’re right. I don’t,” Beau said. “But I understand how long it’s been since you felt good at all, Wolf. And I can see that it scares you.”

Beau moved slowly, then, coming to sit in Wolfram’s lap. He felt Wolfram hold his breath, but he didn’t pull away. Finally, he drew in a measured breath.

Beau pulled him into a kiss, armed now with the knowledge of what he was doing, of exactly what the transaction did to Wolfram, trying to imagine what it might be like to be on the other side of the kiss as their mouths opened together to each other in a way that still wasn’t familiar but felt so right.

Beau tried to imagine what he could learn about Wolfram if he had the same senses—what knowledge he would take from the pressure of Wolfram’s lips, the slide of his tongue, the way he gently worried Beau’s bottom lip between his teeth.

It was Beau who broke the kiss this time. He leaned back, watching Wolfram’s eyes: rich gold and blown wide and not entirely his own.

“I’m not scared,” Beau said. “I want you to remember what feeling good is like, Wolf.”

Wolfram’s eyelids dipped. His mouth fell open.

“Will you let me remind you?” Beau asked.

Wolfram nodded. At last, he would try.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Wolfram gavehimself up to Beau, allowed Beau to be in complete control of everything that happened from the minute they entered the relative privacy of his bedroom.

Beau kissed him gently before guiding him back, pulling off his vest, and then pressing him softly to lay back on the bed. With the difference in their sizes, Beau couldn't actually push him around at all, so every small movement relied on Wolfram to amplify it, to obey whatever Beau was pressing his body to do.

He was already painfully hard and straining against his breeches, but that had been true since the minute they'd gotten back to his study.

Maybe Beau was right. Maybe hedidneed this. The last time he'd denied himself, he'd come in his sleep like an adolescent—a fact that he still hadn't told Beau about.

That stopped him dead in his tracks. Beau had no idea how different Wolfram's orgasm was going to be from his own—and that scared him. What if Beau was disgusted by it?

Beau was on top of him, straddling him, kissing him—but Wolfram broke and pulled away, panicked by the thought.

"It's not the same as when you come," Wolfram said, struggling to figure out how he could phrase it without being disgusting, utterly ruining the mood. "There's justmoreand—"

Beau smiled and shook his head. "We'll deal with it when we get there," he said benevolently. "I don't have any expectations with this. It's okay."

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