Page 11 of My Brutal Beast

I lay with her for hours. I should sleep, but there’s a part of me that wonders if all of this is real. If when I open my eyes again, my little star will still be there.

My fear is irrational, yet it isn’t until the sun comes up that it finally begins to dissipate. I rise, slowly and carefully, as to not wake up my goddess. I wet a towel and clean her legs and pussy, then tuck her in under the sheets. I have just enough time to take a shower before the deliveries start to arrive.

I put everything away and move Cassandra’s wardrobe into my room in the east wing, where she will be staying. Then I call Daniella and inform her of my new name, Raven Leon. And even after all of that, my little star is still asleep.

Her long curls are splayed around her. She’s on her side, snuggled to the spot I was in only a few hours prior, but she’s pulled down the bedsheet. Her breasts, stomach, and one delectably curvy thigh are completely uncovered. I’m suddenly famished, and it’s a hunger for something far more delicious than food.

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CASSANDRA

I’m on my back, my legs spread wide around Raven’s head. His tongue flicks my clit before diving in between my pussy lips once more. My hips come off the bed as he eats me like a starving man, like a beast. I hold onto his head—gripping his long hair in my hands—moving him exactly where I want him. He follows so obediently. He’s so eager to please me, and it sends another surge of wetness down to my core.

The dream is hot and erotic, but when my back arches and I cry out, I realize it isn’t a dream at all. I gasp and look down. Raven’s dark brown eyes meet mine. His broad shoulders support my legs, and now that I’m awake, he feasts.

I can’t think straight as he thrusts his tongue in and out of my pussy, his nose brushing against my clit. He inhales, smelling me, and I blush, but my scent only makes him want me more.

He’s savage with me. I’m still so sensitive from last night that I come quickly. He growls at the taste, slides his hands under my hips to spread me open even wider, and gets back to work. I don’t know how many times he makes me come, but when he kneels between my legs, I’m ready for him.

I remember everything that happened last night. Raven was there. He saved me, and while I didn’t get a good look at what killed the men who drugged me, Raven is the most likely culprit.

He’s not human, at least not completely. And if I hadn’t been roofied, I wouldn’t have asked Raven to fuck me.

But when he leans down to kiss me, I meet him halfway. I wrap my arms around him and welcome him into my body when he thrusts inside of me. He stretches me in a way that nothing and no one could ever compare to, and I’m not afraid or disgusted by him. Instead, he feels like a missing piece of me, my sanctuary, my home, and I will never get enough of him.

Our tongues twine together as he continues to pound inside of me. I moan his name, scratching my nails down his back, and he hisses.

“You’re perfect,” he moans. He thrusts harder, faster. The headboard hits the wall so hard I wonder if it’ll break, if he’ll destroy it and me. And so help me, I’d let him. I’d beg him to.

Raven leans down and bites my earlobe. I hold him close, tangle my fingers in his long hair, and cross my legs behind his back.

“I will follow you wherever you go, little star.” Thrust. “Anywhere.” Thrust. “Everywhere.” Thrust. “You own me, Cassandra.”

His fangs brush against my neck. “I am yours, and you, little star, are completely mine.”

“Yes,” I choke out. I don’t need to question what he’s saying before I respond because it’s the truth. No one will ever replace him. No one can ever take the places he’s claimed in me.

It could be because he’s saved and took care of me, but no matter how irrational it may be, my heart is no longer my own. It belongs to him.

He growls, the sound vibrating against my neck. “Good fucking girl,” he says, and then he bites me, and I scream. His fangs slide into my neck. He drinks my blood, and something there burns. But the pain is delicious, and it affects us both.

Raven grabs hold of the headboard and fucks me so hard it breaks. He puts one hand on the wall above my head and keeps going. Nothing stops him—it’s as if he’s possessed, and so am I. I keep crying out his name over and over and over. I tangle myself around him, breathe in the earthy scent of his sweat.

Raven is so big, maybe three feet taller than me. His body large and muscular. And even though I’m so much smaller than him, I want his full weight. I want to bask in him. He could suffocate me and I’d thank him for it.

I do everything I can to pull him closer, and he wraps his arms around me. His skin is fully pressed against mine, his dark eyes so dilated they’re almost black. My arms prickle as his hair cascades around me, and his soft, leathery wings shroud us in darkness. All of it, combined with his cock filling me, takes me over the edge.

I come, screaming his name, giving him my entire body and everything that I am on a silver platter. He joins me there, and when I feel his cock expand and his hot come spill inside of me, I come all over again.

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My mind is quiet. The only sound in the room is our breathing. I feel sated, relaxed. I should move my arms from around him but I simply can’t. The earthy scent of him fills my nostrils, and all I want to do is get closer. It should terrify me just how much I don’t want to let Raven go, but it doesn’t. For the first time in my life, I feel at peace.

Eventually, he slips off the bed, and I miss his warmth immediately. But a moment later, he picks me up.

I squeal. “What are you doing?”

“I thought you might be sore.” There’s no arrogance in his voice, only a tenderness that softens his sharp face as he stares down at me. “I’m going to take care of you.”

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