Once Upon A Beast

by KB Winters

  Mia kept my hand in hers as she led me to a small building tucked into the corner of the far end of the property. It was taller than it should be, hinting towards a second story or a loft or something.

  She unlatched the door easily with her free hand and stepped inside. The space was cramped and smelled musty, like it hadn’t had fresh air let into it for a long time.

  “What is this?” I asked, noticing several shapes covered with dusty tarps, tools hanging on the walls, and a narrow wooden staircase leading to a pitch-black space above our heads.

  “My dad used to use it for storage back when I was a kid. My mom told me once it was stuff he didn’t want to get rid of but didn’t have much use for anymore.” She breathed the place in and sighed, a happy smile playing on her lips.

  “You like it here?” I wondered what made her happy about an old storage area.

  “Yeah,” she tugged me towards the staircase and then bounded up it. “I used to come up here to hide out when I was younger. It was my secret space. Like my personal clubhouse.”

  It wasn’t much of a clubhouse. There were old posters, fading at the edges, a lumpy mattress on the floor, and not much else. Mia flopped onto the dusty mattress and sighed happily as her eyes drifted closed.

  I lowered myself carefully onto the corner of the thing, partially afraid it was about to turn to dust beneath my ass.

  Mia sat up and scooted over to me. The damn sundress had ridden up higher this time, twisting under her legs, and one of the straps had fallen from her shoulder, revealing a lacy blue bra strap. My eyes were riveted to it.

  She didn’t notice. Her eyes had fluttered closed. Her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths. My cock was instantly rock hard as she threw her head back, pushing her creamy breasts out.

  Presumably, she was lost in fond childhood memories. I was lost in thoughts of burying my dick between those beautiful breasts.

  Even if I was going to need another shower later, I had to keep my hands to my fucking self. Both literally and figuratively.

  Mia’s eyes snapped open suddenly, and she shifted, her face dangerously close to mine. She reached for my hand and gripped it between her soft palms. Her eyes pinned to mine, wide and honest.

  “You know, I’ve never shared this place with anyone, but if you wanted you could join the club? Share the clubhouse with me for now?” Her voice was shaky, like she was unsure or waiting to be mocked.

  It clearly meant a lot to her. “You would do that for me?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, inching closer to me. “I think I would.”

  Her lips parted with a shaky breath, and her hands played with the hem of her dress, drawing my attention to the fact that she was gently squeezing her legs together.

  She wanted me as much as I wanted her. That was all it took to snap my last thread of self-control.

  Fuck it, I thought. Fuck it all.

  I reached up to wind my hands into her soft hair and crushed my lips to hers.

  Chapter 13

  Mia

  I froze. Hudson’s lips slanted over mine, soft and firm and hungry. The feel of his tongue licking at the seam of my lips made the shock and surprise of the moment flee my mind in an instant.

  My lips parted, a soft moan escaping before his tongue darted into my mouth, expertly licking and sucking and exploring.

  He tasted like heaven. As I’d known he would.

  As soon as I unfroze, we were like animals. He was on me in a second, pressing my back into the lumpy old mattress, but the way Hudson moved against me would’ve had me forget any discomfort, even if I’d been on a concrete floor.

  His hips had a mind of their own. They rolled against me in a way that made my mind splinter into two. One of his hands dug into my thigh while the other was clamped to my ribs. He had me caged with his big body. I loved it.

  I ran my hands up and down the muscles on his back, clawing at the edge of his t-shirt. Clothes. We were wearing too many clothes.

  As if he could hear my thoughts, he reached up and tugged at his shirt, pulling it off and allowing our lips to part only for the time his shirt got in the way.

  But then his lips found mine again, and his erection brushed against my pussy at the same time he slid his tongue into my mouth. I nearly came on the spot.

  “Holy crap,” I groaned. “Hudson.”

  His hands moved to the hem of my dress.

  “Lift,” he ordered. I complied. My dress disappeared in a rush of cool air against my skin. As did his jeans.

  The sight of Hudson in nothing but a pair of black briefs, towering over me with eyes clouded with lust, devouring me with a heated gaze, was nearly too much. His body was all hard muscle and ripped edges, better than I ever could have imagined.

  If we had time, I would’ve pushed him onto his back and explored every inch of his skin, but there was no time. I wanted him. He stirred a need in me I instinctively knew he’d be able to fill. I just hoped he did it soon.

  He leaned forward and ran his hands over my body, starting at my shoulders and working his way down. He unhooked my bra, and it joined the pile of clothes on the ground.

  He cupped my breasts and sighed, squeezing my nipples, sending shivers down my spine. His hands came down my sides and then around my back to squeeze my ass. Then he groaned and reached for my thighs.

  “Open your legs for me.”

  I did as he asked. I’d do anything he asked, as long as he didn’t stop. He kissed my stomach, drawing little, wet circles around my belly button with his tongue, before moving further down my body.

  As his lips and tongue caressed me, his thumbs stroked my thighs, moving closer and closer to my aching core.

  When he positioned himself between my thighs, I trembled with anticipation. My pussy was clenching tight, even if it was still covered by my panties. The way Hudson’s eyes had grown darker and heavy-lidded told me he was just as needy as I was.

  Hudson inhaled deeply, letting his eyes fall closed for a second. When he opened them again, there was a hunger there that set fire to my veins. My clit throbbed, begging for attention.

  He rolled my panties off in a smooth swipe and growled when he found me bare and glistening. His eyes traveled to the small tattoo on my hip I’d gotten back when I’d first arrived in Portland and was only visible when I was naked. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”

  Then his mouth was on me, spreading me open with his fingers as he sank his tongue into me. The entire surface of his tongue stroked me from my entrance to my clit.

  He slid a finger inside, just as his tongue started to flick across my clit, matching the rhythm of his fingers to his tongue.

  I cried out loud. His fingers clamped onto my hips, holding me there. His mouth formed a light suction on my sensitive bundle of nerves that sent the pleasure center of my brain into overdrive.

  His fingers quickened their pace as he sucked on me. My body started shaking, and my muscles tensed. “Yes, Hudson. There, don’t stop.”

  There. My head and neck arched. My butt came off the mattress as my hips rolled against his mouth. Heat flowed through my body. White lights burst behind my eyelids as my orgasm ripped through me. I called out his name again and again.

  He licked me through it like a man having the best meal of his life. Then he crawled up my body and positioned his cock at my entrance. I hadn’t even been aware of him getting rid of his underwear.

  All I knew was I needed him. Inside me. Fucking me. Now. I ached for him, despite having just had the most intense orgasm of my life.

  His cock nudged at me and coated itself in my juices.

  “You okay?” he asked, pausing. “Are you on birth control?”

  “Yes, I’m okay. And I am.” I breathed. “Please, Hudson.”

  He understood exactly what I needed. He didn’t question me. He sank into me. Inch by delicious inch. I moaned. “So hard.”

  “That’s what you do to me, baby,” he gritted out. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever
seen.”

  And, of course, he would be a vocal one. My muscles clenched. I couldn’t talk dirty to save my life, but it turned me on like nothing else.

  “You’re so tight, Mia. So fucking wet.” He groaned.

  “Hudson,” I breathed, hooking my ankles together behind his back. The shift in the angle allowed him to slide all the way into me. He was so deep. He felt fucking incredible.

  He moved with long rhythmic strokes that sent me hurtling right back toward the edge, and the base of his cock hit my clit with each thrust. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and my thighs started to shake.

  Hudson’s jaw clenched, and his muscles tightened with restraint as he increased the speed of his strokes, chasing his own release.

  “I’m going to need you to come for me baby,” he growled. “I’m so close. You feel too good.”

  His low groan was all it took. I went flying over the edge with his next stroke. Waves of pleasure spread from my pussy all the way to my fingers and toes.

  The muscles in Hudson’s back rippled under my hands as he followed me over, my name on his lips as he came.

  He stayed inside me for a long time, both of us struggling to catch our breath after what was, without a doubt, the hottest sex of my entire life.

  My eyes fluttered open as his weight disappeared from mine. He rolled onto his back with his arms crossed behind his head. It was almost the exact same pose that had me basically panting with desire the night before, and as sated as I was, my body stirred at the sight of it.

  I felt his gaze on me and met a knowing smirk spreading across his face. A lazy, sexy smile beneath those radiant blue eyes that seemed warmer, more relaxed than ever before.

  The iciness I was used to seeing in those eyes was replaced by a burning heat that reminded me of his fiery touch and threatened to make me squirm with the need to feel him again.

  “See something you like, Mrs. Blake?” he repeated his words from a couple of nights before, amusement coloring his tone. He’d made no attempt to cover himself. His hard body was on proud display.

  My cheeks flushed, though it was stupid to be embarrassed at being caught staring after what we’d just done. My breath shook on a deep inhale. “I think you just proved how much I like what I see. Twice.”

  “Yeah, I guess I did.” He raked his eyes down the length of my body. The fine mist of sweat he’d worked me into still clung to my skin. A satisfied smirk replaced the knowing smile.

  The flush on my cheeks deepened, spreading down my neck at his appraisal. As always, he read me like an open book. “If it’s any consolation, I very much like what I see, too.”

  The evidence was right there in front me, his cock had barely deflated. It still formed an elegant arch that stopped just short of his navel. My mouth watered.

  He reached out and cupped my chin, tilting my head to meet his eyes. “We don’t have enough time. Your family will be wondering where we are soon.”

  I stuck my tongue out at him and raised an eyebrow, even though I knew he was right. “I don’t think they’re wondering. I’m pretty sure they know. We are a newly engaged couple set to be married tomorrow. I doubt they haven’t figured it out yet.”

  “Even so, we should be getting back.” He pulled his shirt over his head and handed my bra and dress to me. He kept my panties in his hand. I nodded at them. He grinned, his eyes glinting with unfamiliar mischief. “I think I’ll hang on to these for now.”

  My mouth fell open. “You will absolutely not.”

  Hudson stood, sliding on his jeans and briefs in one smooth motion, hiding his delectable body from view. It took everything I had in me not to pout about it.

  He tilted his head, still grinning and held out his hand to help me up. “Oh, I think I will. I need something to remember my wife by, after all.”

  “Well, if you need something to remember me by, maybe I didn’t do as good of a job as I thought I did.” The mood in the room darkened instantly.

  “That’s not what I meant.” I dressed quickly, then watched as Hudson held my panties up for me to step into. “You hang on to those, then. Sexy as they are, they’re not worth making you doubt what just happened.”

  He looked at me tenderly, pulling me in for a quick hug. There were so many more layers to Hudson than I could ever have imagined. He adjusted my dress, swept loose tendrils of hair behind my ears, and nodded. “I think we’re ready. You still look well-fucked, but there’s nothing to be done about that.”

  I looked at his tousled hair and slightly swollen lips and nodded my agreement. “I think you’re right about that one. Let’s go.”

  I sighed, but let him pull me down the steps and back to the madness that was my family planning a wedding.

  We walked back to the house in silence, his hand warm and strong in mine. He had slipped back into confident, in control Hudson, but the image of him losing control because of me was burned into my mind for all of eternity.

  He paused when we reached the porch, turning me to face him. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? With getting married tomorrow?”

  “It’s too late to change our minds now. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for a while.” I smiled, leaned onto my tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek, and was starting towards the house when my mother called from the kitchen.

  “There you are,” she exclaimed, amusement dancing in her eyes as she swept them over the sight we made. “Well, I see you anticipated that you wouldn’t be sleeping in the same room tonight.”

  She winked at me. I groaned.

  Where was a damn earthquake when you need it? My cheeks burned so hot I felt as if I might combust into an inferno that would take out half of California.

  Hudson squeezed my hand, but winked back at my mother, and shrugged. “We needed a timeout.”

  “I can see that.” My mother smiled, then kicked back into wedding mode. “But we have a lot of planning left to do and absolutely no time to do it. Get back to work.”

  Chapter 14

  Hudson

  My fingers knotted the sky-blue tie I’d chosen for the wedding. Mia’s mother commented that it matched my eyes when she’d come by earlier to check on me and found it lying next to another on the bed. That cinched the deal for me.

  The reflection that stared back at me from the mirror betrayed no outward signs of the war I was waging on the inside. My expression remained impassive, exactly as I’d schooled it to be. My eyes as piercing and calm as ever.

  There was only the slightest of tremors in my hand as I knotted the tie that would have given me away, but even then, only to a very astute onlooker.

  Mia’s family, as surprised as they all were, had thrown themselves into the wedding as soon as Mia had confirmed we were serious about it. The intensity with which they loved her was something that had to be seen to be explained.

  It made me feel like shit that I was the reason she was lying to them about something that was obviously far more important to her than I ever imagined it would be.

  A soft knock on my door startled me from my thoughts. “Come in.”

  Mia’s grandfather stepped into the room, his kind eyes meeting mine in the reflection of the full-length mirror in the guest room I’d slept in the night before and had been told to get ready for the wedding in. “You got a minute, son?”

  “Sure,” I answered. “Everything okay out there?”

  He clicked the door shut behind him and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, straightening his tie as he studied my expression.

  He waved his hand dismissively at my question. “Yeah. Everything’s fine. If there’s one thing this family can do it’s throwing a party together in no time. I wanted to come check on you. How are you holding up?”

  “I’m fine,” I assured him, finding it strangely endearing that he’d come to see me. It seemed he’d taken a liking to me, though I had no idea why.

  He studied my eyes and grinned for a reason that was beyond me. “You keep telling yourself that, Hudson.�
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  “What do you mean?” My hands stilled. I turned to face him, genuinely confused about what he was talking about.

  “It’s okay to be nervous, son. Every groom is. Don’t believe anyone who tells you any differently.” His kind eyes twinkled.

  “Um, okay, I won’t believe it, but I’m really not nervous,” I said firmly. He was clearly mistaking the feelings the war was stirring up in me for nerves. He simply shook his head and laughed.

  “Sure, sure.” He waved a hand again.

  “I’m not.” I insisted, even though I had no idea why I was trying to convince him otherwise. I shouldn’t have given a shit about what the old man thought, but I was having trouble convincing myself of that.

  “I’m not sorry to be the one to break it you, my boy, but it’s written all over your face.” What? It was not. I’d just seen my own reflection, I looked fine. “You can fool yourself and everyone else, but you can’t fool an old man. I’ve seen my fair share of couplings and weddings and brides and grooms. I would recognize that look you’re wearing anywhere.”

  “Yeah? What look is that?” I bit out, not liking the fact I was confused by what he was saying.

  “I can see you’re the right choice for our Mia,” he answered softly, as if it was simple and the most obvious thing in the world.

  “You can?” I asked, completely taken aback by his words. I actively had to keep my jaw from hitting the ground. That never happened to me. “Why?”

  “It’s simple really. You look at Mia the way I used to look at her grandmother.” His eyes misted over, but he continued. “That kind of love only comes around once in a lifetime. You can take my word for it. You were right to make it official so soon. I wish every day I could’ve spent more time with my Elizabeth.”

  He had thrown me for a loop so wide it could probably lasso the state of California. I surprised myself with my answer. “The rest of your family definitely doesn’t agree with that.”

  “They’ll come around. They simply don’t recognize the look the way I do, not yet anyway. The look you give to someone who knows you better than anyone else and still loves and accepts you all the same. The look you give someone when they’re everything you ever dreamed of but thought you’d never find. The family is just blind to it because of their surprise. Once they see it, they’ll come around.” His voice rang with certainty and sincerity.