Page 37 of Beast in the Badlands
I twist, nails raking his thigh—only to yelp as he lifts me like a doll, slamming me onto a rusted supply crate. My legs splay, the metal biting my ass. He’s between them in a breath, cock heavy and thick in his fist. His red eyes glitter. “Beg.”
“Burn first,” I hiss.
He slams into me.
The stretch is blinding. I cry out into my palm, back arching off the crate, but he pulls my hand down. “Come on.” His hips snap sharp and shallow, grinding that swollen head against a spot that whites out my vision. “Take it.Give in.”
I don’t. I grip his hair instead, yanking his face to mine. He roars, thrusts turning brutal. The crate creaks beneath us.
Hands on my hips, he flips me over, dragging me to the edge. My palms scrape concrete as he drives into me from behind, every slam punching choked gasps from my throat. “There you go,” he rasps, leaning over my back, tongue tracing my spine. “Let them hear their medic come undone.”
I bite my wrist to muffle it.
He tuts, wrenching my arm back. “Nah.Louder.” He hooks an arm under my thigh, lifting my leg higher, angling deeper. The new friction steals my defiance—I’m sobbing now, incoherent, hurtling toward a second climax. His free hand finds my clit, pinching hard. “Beg for it.”
“Fuck y—yes, alright?Please,Renn, oh shit?—!”
The orgasm detonates—my mouth falling open as I lose control. He doesn’t let up, pounding me through the aftershocks until I’m twitching.
“Again.”
“Renn—!”
He flips me onto my back, thrusts turning erratic. “Gonna fill you up,” he grits, hands crushing my hips. “Mark you mine where they can’t see.”
I claw his shoulders, dragging him closer. His teeth graze my throat, and Ifeelhim throb inside me?—
A guttural groan tears from his chest. Hot pulses flood me as he locks deep, shuddering. For a heartbeat, his grip softens. Lips brush my temple.
Then he smirks down at me, sweat dripping off his brow. “Still think I’ve got no finesse?”
I kick his shin.
CHAPTER 29
RENN
Her chest heaves beneath me, rebel eyes glazing over as I keep myself buried in that tight heat. Feels like the first time I fired a pulse rifle—knew exactly how to hold it but still got bucked sideways.
I pull out slow, smearing her thighs with my mess, then slam back in. Her body arches off the crate -three sunscorched servos creaking under our weight- and I catch the split-second wince she tries to hide. That torn-up hip of hers.
"Feeling charitable today?" I grind the words into her neck, hips circling just to watch her squirm. "Could've left you wanting after that first round."
Her nails dig fresh trenches down my back. "You're...hfuck...patting yourself awfully hard for a..." - My next thrust punches the air from her lungs - "...for a two-pump wonder."
I hook my good leg under her ass, angling deeper. Bile-hot pain licks up my shredded thigh - swallow it, smile through fangs. "Three's your magic number, medic."
Her laugh comes out a broken wheeze as I snap faster. Fuck the trembling muscles, the blood soaking through my bandages.She's soalivehere, breath hitching with every drive - not the hollow-eyed ghost stitching corpses back at tent.
"Tell me." My thumb finds her clit, pressing just shy of cruelty. "How's thatfinessetreating you now?"
"Renn—"
"Emry."
Her teeth sink into my forearm when she comes, muffling the scream. Doesn't matter - half the sector probably felt the crate slam against rubble. I follow her over the edge, painting her insides again.
She collapses boneless against the rusted metal, sweat-glazed skin catching starlight. Smells like gun oil and copper.Mine.
