Page 28 of Kidnapped By the Beast
“That’s what I’m doing.” He could feel how close she was. He fucked even deeper with his fingers and growled in her ear, “Come for me, little Lexi. Let it all go. Let me feel your pussy milking my fingers.”
Her climax crashed over her, raw and unstoppable and Brandt watched her eagerly as she came.
She cried out, body convulsing as her pussy clenched around his fingers, releasing in hot, pulsing waves. Her juices gushed, soaking his hand, dripping down his wrist. He held her through it, his free arm wrapped tight around her, not letting her go.
“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear. “Such a good girl to come so hard for me.”
Her body shook, her moans breaking into helpless whimpers. Brandt was aware that his cock was hard as a rock and aching with need, but this was about Alexandra. He stroked her slowly, gently now, coaxing every last spasm from her curvy body until at last, she sagged boneless in his arms.
“Oh, Dr. Brandt…” she whispered. “That was…I’ve never come so hard in my life! Thank you.”
“I was just giving you what your body needed.”
Brandt drew his fingers free, lifting them to his lips. He sucked them clean, nearly groaning at the sweet taste. But guilt pricked him even as desire coiled hot and hard inside him. He had sworn an oath—an oath he was perilously close to breaking.
He pushed the guilt aside, telling himself this was healing…research… science.
She is my test subject. My responsibility. I only did what was necessary to cure her pain, he argued with himself.
And yet, as he held her trembling, sated body close, inhaling her scent, feeling her softness pressed against him, one truth remained undeniable.
He didn’t want to let her go.
13
LEXI
Lexi lay trembling in Brandt’s arms, her skin damp with sweat, her nipples still aching from his mouth, her pussy tingling after the intense orgasm he’d just given her. She could barely breathe. Her body felt loose…boneless, but inside her chest her heart hammered like a drum. Little by little, as the intense pleasure faded, she came back to herself.
Oh God. What just happened? What did I do?
She had come—hard—in his arms. With his fingers buried inside her, working her until she couldn’t hold back. She had screamed for him…moaned for him…spread her thighs and begged him to keep touching her. Worse, she had liked it. Every humiliating, devastating second of it.
She had enjoyed submitting…submitting to her Master.
Her face burned hot. What was wrong with her? She’d never done anything like that before, never let a man touch her like this—never wanted one to. And now, here she was on a strange planet, writhing for a Beast Kindred scientist who treated her like she was his personal plaything. And her body—her stupid, traitorous body—loved every second.
Brandt still held her, his massive chest warm and solid against her side, his golden eyes glinting in the soft lamplight. His arm was tight around her waist, keeping her close as though he had no intention of letting her go.
Why is he holding me? Why does it feel so good to be held by him?
She should push him away. She should get up, march into the bathroom, and lock the door. Instead, she found herself sinking deeper into his embrace, her head resting against the broad expanse of his shoulder. It was stupid. It was dangerous. But it felt…safe. Safer than she’d felt in a long time.
“You’re so beautiful, my little Elite,” he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent.
Lexi’s breath caught. Brandt had used the word earlier, but now he said it in a different, softer tone—like it was something he truly believed. Like he actually saw her.
Does he mean it? Or is this just another one of his clinical observations, like commenting on nectar output?
Her heart ached at the thought. She wanted it to be real. She wanted him to mean it. But she couldn’t trust that. Not when she was nothing more than a test subject—an assistant he’d hired to produce nectar.
Still, his words echoed in her head. So beautiful. Nobody had ever said that to her with such certainty, such weight. Not a boyfriend, not a lover. Certainly not her ex, Greg, who had run off with a coworker of hers who was thin and blonde and taught Pilates on the side. But Brandt said it like it was fact, like it couldn’t be refuted or denied.
Lexi couldn’t help herself—her body betrayed her again, melting against him even as shame burned inside her.
Part of her wanted to hate him for making her feel this way…wanted to resent the way he ordered her around, the way he dominated her without hesitation.
But she couldn’t.
