Page 25 of The Beast's Baby
“I’ve never done that either,” he offered. “I’ve… never been to a rave.”
“I have,” she said. “It was alright. Good music. Good drugs.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “I’ve never done drugs.”
She murmured, “I’ve never been forced into a situation where I had no choice but to flee from it.” He put on a regretful face, and she added, “Oh, wait.” She raised her eyebrows meaningfully because their little bonding session needed to come to a quick end and that was as far as she was willing to take it.
She couldn’t forget who he was. She ought to shift and get the fuck out of there.
Why hadn’t she already?
But then he took her completely off guard.
“I’m sorry,” he said slowly and she could tell that he truly meant it. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I know it doesn’t mean anything, given how I still went through with everything, but, I swear, it never sat right with me. I thought there must be a better way. I suggested getting couples in… You know? But you…”
When he didn’t finish, she did it for him. “I’m not justanywolf, am I?” she asked.
“No,” he said, gaze resting on hers, a soft glimmer there that she hadn’t seen before. “You’re really not.”
Don’t, she tried to tell herself, but it was too late for that.
It had been too late the moment he stepped into her room with his insane plan.
In a breath, she had moved across her seat, her hands on either side of his face as she caught his lips with hers, kissing him deeply.
Chapter 8 - Jay
Her tongue was bold, unrelenting, teasing his until he was making small noises. The kind he’d never heard himself make before. She moved to straddle him, reaching down to pull on the lever that made the car seat slide back, giving her more room to sink down on his lap. She rolled her hips against his growing erection and smiled when he gasped at the friction.
Jesus, he’d wanted her from the moment he first saw her.
And still, this wasn’t like him. He was aware that this wasn’t like him. Had she been in heat when they brought her in? Was that why she’d been given the tea? Or had she been given the tea as a preemptive measure because, now that he had her underneath his fingertips, he felt as though he’d been yearning for this moment from that first visit in her room.
She’d sat so still, he remembered.
She’d smelled nice. And he’d watched the light from the ceiling lamp illuminate her from above, almost creating a halo. He’d thought it was ironic given what she was. Given the fact that she might be considered the opposite of an angel.
Especially right now, when her hands slipped inside his pants and she began stroking him in ways that made him feel like there were fireworks popping behind his eyes. Like he was about to explode.
“Hey,” he said, making her stop her movements. “Slow down.”
“No,” she whispered, mouth against his, biting his lower lip before starting to shimmy out of her pajama bottoms.
She wasn’t wearing underwear.
He stared as she got rid of the offensive piece of clothing, straddling him eagerly, lining herself up over him and sinking down without hesitation. She took him inside her warmth, and he leaned his head back at the pleasure that began to flood him instantly, her folds making way for him before closing around him. She rolled her hips slowly, getting him into the perfect position before she started riding him.
She reached behind him, grasping the headrest, leaning her elbows against his shoulders. It gave him the perfect view of her face, a soft furrow of concentration on her brow, her mouth slightly open. Her eyes were closed, and he wanted her to open them but didn’t want to tell her what to do. He didn’t want to distract her from the rhythm she had set. She was doing all sorts of things to him that he didn’t have words for in the moment, but he knew that he didn’t want it to stop.
The pleasure was building, shining through him like rays of light.
He thought he invoked God a few times.
He was aware of his hands on her thighs, sliding up and down them before finding their way to her ass. He grasped, she gasped. His eyes were still on her face, hers were still closed but as he leaned forward, they opened. He smiled before he caught her mouth with his, deepening the kiss, tongue dancing with hers as he made her lean back. He wanted to brace her against the steering wheel so that he could get some leverage to thrust into her. He felt the need to. He wanted to take her, to have her respond to him the way she had made him respond to her. It was his turn.
She followed his movement without hesitation, kissing him back, arms wrapped around his shoulders. He felt the eagerness build, his hips already rolling against hers, making her end the kiss with a low moan.
Fuck me, it seemed to say, and he was about to when he realized they were still in the middle of the road. And no matter how deserted it might be, he noticed how it was beginning to snow. They couldn’t remain where they were. There was a severe chance that they’d get hit, and a definitive chance that they would get spotted.
