Beast (Salvations Bane 2)

by Marteeka Karlend

  “Still horny?”

  “More horny than angry,” she clarified.

  He nipped her neck gently. “I didn’t mean no offense,” he said. “It’s just that, as far as I’m concerned, the wilder I can make a woman in my bed, the better off we both are. Any man not smart enough to try it at least once is a dumbass as far as I’m concerned. If you’ve never had a man talk dirty to you, wanna tell me how you know you like it?”

  “You mean besides me liking it when you did it?”

  “Sunshine, I haven’t begun talkin’ dirty to you. I simply asked if you were horny.”

  “You said you’d stop before your cock got near my pussy.”

  “I did.” God, this wasn’t good. Or it was. “My dick is so fuckin’ hard, Sunshine. You made it that way, you know.”

  “I can feel it twitching between my cheeks,” she whispered. “Is it as big as it feels?”

  “You touched it with your hand. Couldn’t you tell?”

  “Uh, no. It was through your jeans.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. The moonlight through the window shown directly into her eyes. Those silver-green orbs seemed to glitter, mesmerizing him.

  “You want in my pants, baby, all you gotta do is say the word. I’m willin’ to let you explore.”

  When Fleur turned over, pushing Beast to his back, he thought he might cream his jeans right there. More than anything he wanted to shove them over his hips and free his dick. He imagined her hair bunching like silk through his fingers like so much silk as he forced her head to his crotch before stuffing his cock into her mouth. Instead, he lay as still as he could, watching her intently.

  Her hands slid under his shirt and bunched it up over his chest. She ran her soft palms over the muscles of his chest and abs. Beast couldn’t prevent his growl, or the way his muscles jumped at her touch.

  When she sat up, he finished taking off his shirt then rested his arms behind his head. It was the only fucking way he was going to keep them off her.

  “Since you already gave permission, I’m not giving you a chance to back out,” she said, grinning down at him as she reached for the button to his jeans.

  “You don’t see me stoppin’ you, do you?”

  It was almost embarrassing how fast his dick sprang free when she pulled at his boxers. She didn’t immediately touch him, though. Her hands went back to shaping his chest and abdomen. His biceps where they bunched in his effort to keep them behind his head.

  “You can touch me, you know,” she said softly. “I’m not going to hold it against you.”

  “Sunshine, if I touch you now, I ain’t stoppin’.”

  “Who said I’d want you to stop?”

  “Done told you. Ain’t happenin’ tonight.”

  “Are you always so stubborn? I’m practically throwing myself at you here. Most men would take what I offered and ask questions later.”

  “I ain’t most men, Sunshine. I give you my word, it’s as good as done.”

  “What if I did… this?” She shimmied out of her shorts and lifted one creamy thigh to swing it over his hips, straddling him. Once settled, she whipped her shirt over her head, baring those glorious tits.

  “Fuckin’ Goddamn,” he bit out. His hands shot to the tops of her thighs, his fingers biting deep.

  She settled herself over him, pressing her pussy against his dick so it was trapped between his belly and her wet heat. With a subtle roll of her hips, she rocked over him, making his dick wet with her little cunt.

  “Still want to keep your dick away from my pussy?”

  “Never did,” he said. “But I’m still not fuckin’ you tonight.”

  Fleur draped herself over him, resting her head on his chest as she rocked over him in a slow, sensual side. She didn’t say anything else, but she whimpered constantly.

  This was fucking torture! “You know that shit they drugged you with is probably what’s makin’ you horny, right?” He had to point it out, otherwise he’d feel like an ass. Much as he wanted her -- and he really wanted her -- he absolutely would not take advantage of her. Hell, just climbing into her bed had been questionable. She might have wanted it, but he could have stayed on his side instead of crowding her.

  “Does it really matter if the end result is the same?” Her breath fanned across his chest, a heated enticement.

  “You’ll regret this in the morning, Sunshine. Just… aww, fuck…” She hit just the perfect spot. If he shifted just that little bit, he’d be inside her.

  “I’m so close,” she whispered. “Please don’t make me get up now. I need… I need to finish.”

  “If I thought you didn’t need it, I wouldn’t be in this fuckin’ position.” Beast knew he was grinding his teeth and gripping her hips too fucking tight. She might even have bruises later. More bruises to mar her lovely skin. It was that thought alone that dulled the ache in his cock long enough for him to get control. He was not going to be the cause of more pain to her. He took a deep breath, then gently urged her to move faster. “Do what you need, Sunshine,” he rasped. “Can you get off this way?”

  “I -- I think so.”

  “What do you need?”

  “Your dick inside me?”

  “Not happenin’, Sunshine.”

  Fleur reached between them. The second her hand circled his cock he knew what she was doing. Beast shoved one of his big arms under hers, batting her arm out and away from their bodies.

  “I said, not happenin’. Ain’t goin’ there tonight.”

  “But --”

  “Only ‘butt’ there’s gonna be is yours. When I blister the fire out of it with my hand.”

  “Oh, God!” She twisted her hips, tensing up and pressing herself tight against him. “Please,” she whimpered. “I need to come, Beast. Can I just… I need it in me, Beast.”

  “You want my cock, Sunshine? You beggin’ so sweetly just for my big dick?”

  “I do! I am! Please!”

  He flipped them over so he pinned her with his larger frame. “Said I ain’t fuckin’ you, but I’ll make you come so hard you soak me with it.”

  Fleur wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting herself as much as he could, tilting her hips and writhing beneath him. In like fashion, Beast wrapped his arms around Fleur, holding her to him. Her nipples stabbed his chest, sweat making them move over his skin in a silky glide. He wanted to taste them, to suck until she screamed. Right there, he made a vow.

  “I swear to you, Fleur,” he whispered by her ear. “Before you leave this clubhouse, whenever that is, I’m gonna suck those luscious tits of yours, eat that juicy pussy, and fuck you blind in every hole I can fit my dick into.”

  “Beast!” she screamed, her body shuddering beneath his. She’d come, but he wasn’t satisfied yet.

  “Gonna sink my cock into your pussy, Sunshine. Then I’m gonna fuck that pretty little ass of yours.” She squirmed under him, and he began to move with her, sliding his cock between her lips with ease. “God, you’re soaked. I think you like the idea of lettin’ me have you. Any way I want, Sunshine. Gonna fuck you so fuckin’ good.” Stroke. “Want you comin’ around my dick until I come deep inside this luscious, little body of yours.”

  Her scream was the sweetest music. Her pussy quivering around the length of his cock just about sent him over the edge himself. Fleur clung to him, sweat sheening her skin and making her slide against him.

  Beast slowed his pace, letting her come down as gently as he could. He stroked her damp hair from her face before placing a gentle kiss on her chin and nibbling until she moaned for him.

  “Feel better, Sunshine?”

  “Beast,” she sighed. Fleur was completely limp, her arms draped around him but not clutching him like she had been. He rolled them over so she was back on top of him. No way he was letting her move. Felt too fucking good.

  “Sleep, girl. Got a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”

  Chapter Five

  Fleur woke with a start. Sitting straight up in the bed, gaspi
ng for breath, she struggled to remember everything that had happened the previous evening. Seconds later, it all came back in a rush, and she wished she could forget.

  Groaning, she put her head in her hands. “Fuuuuuuck.”

  “Good morning, Sunshine.”

  Gideon, or rather Beast, entered the room with a sack and a cup in his hand. He tossed her the sack and set the cup on the nightstand. “Brought you some dinner,” he said. The gruff note in his voice wasn’t unpleasant. Fleur got the impression this was probably the closest he’d ever gotten to bringing a woman breakfast -- or dinner -- in bed.

  “Smells good.” It did. She hadn’t eaten the night before, too nervous about going to the stupid club, and she was famished.

  “You feeling OK? Doc said you might be a little groggy or, at the very least, hung over.”

  She opened the sack and pulled out a cheeseburger and fries, then took a pull from the straw in the cup. Coke. She took a bite before replying with her mouth full. “Too soon to tell. Right now, I’m just hungry.”

  Beast grunted, turning to go. Then he stopped, looking back over his shoulder. “Your clothes are on the chair.” He pointed to where he’d been sitting the night before. Before she’d insisted he crawl in bed with her. Oh, my God! “If you feel up to it, dress and come downstairs to the common room. Thorn wants to talk with you.”

  “Fine. Let me eat, then I’ll shower and be on down.”

  Was it her imagination, or did his nostrils just flare? Like the thought of her in the shower turned him on. She glanced down below the waist, but he was turned away from her too much for her to see if there was a bulge at his crotch. Shit.

  “If you feel dizzy, call out. I’ll be outside in the hall.”

  “You’re gonna just stand outside the room? Waiting?”

  Beast shrugged. “Ain’t stayin’ in here with you. You need me, you call, I’ll come running. Otherwise, I’ll be out here. Respecting your privacy.”

  OK. That was a hard shut-down. Like she needed this kind of complication anyway. She sighed and stood carefully. The room didn’t spin, and she didn’t feel like she wanted to throw up. Taking another bite of her biscuit, Fleur crossed to the chair and checked out the duds. Not hers, but she thought they’d fit well enough. No panties. And a short skirt. Marvelous.

  “Nice sense of humor,” she grumbled to herself.

  After she finished her food, Fleur showered. She took her time, enjoying the hot water after the punishing night and the hours she’d slept. Her body was stiff and sore, and she just wanted to… what? She couldn’t go home. She didn’t have a home. She’d sold everything she had to move here. Granted, she hadn’t had much because she’d needed to use the money from the sale of her parents’ house to pay off the mortgage, and the sale from one of their cars to pay off her vehicle. That had left her with a little money and a car. And by little, she meant very little. Now that she had nowhere to stay, and no job, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do. She probably had enough money saved back for a month in a cheap motel or something, but that was it.

  She found a toothbrush still in the pack on the sink. Thank God, too, because she seriously needed it. Dressing was a delight. The shirt skirt was very short. With no panties… yeah. More marvelous. Looking in the mirror, she turned every way she could, trying to see how she could move without flashing everyone. Impossible.

  Frustrated, she threw caution to the wind and found Beast’s closet. Jackpot. She found a long-sleeved flannel shirt which she tied around her waist. It covered her ass, as long as she was careful, and the tied sleeves hung down long enough in front to cover her. Problem solved, and fuck whatever bitches picked out the clothing for her and didn’t give her panties. If they didn’t have some still in the clubhouse, they should have given her a longer fucking skirt.

  Deciding she was as presentable as she could be with no make-up and wet hair, Fleur opened the door to face Beast. The man was just gorgeous. Fuck. Tattoos. Muscles. A strong jaw and high cheekbones. With shaggy blond hair and a short beard, he was mouthwatering. A flashback from the previous night hit her like a punch to the gut. Or a tickle to her clit. It was all she could do not to whimper, knowing she was bare under that stupid skirt and he’d have access to her any time he wanted. Did he realize? What was she thinking? Of course he realized.

  His gaze was hot on her as it roamed over her from top to bottom. The muscles in his jaw clenched and unclenched, and he looked stern and more than a little displeased.

  “What?” she asked.

  “That’s not much of an outfit.”

  “Well, don’t blame me. I added the shirt -- otherwise everyone in the place would get a show.”

  “Fuckin’ bitches,” he muttered. “Come on.” Beast snagged her hand and led her to the common room where there was a gaggle of bikers and nearly as many women. Beast looked around as if searching for someone in particular.

  “Hey, Beast.” A busty redhead sidled up to him, draping herself over him like she owned him. “I thought you’d never come join the party.”

  “Not a party, Mercedes. Thought you left.”

  She shrugged, pouting. “It’s still boring at home.” Then she gave him a man-eating smile. “I like it here better. Don’t you want to go have some fun with me? I’ve got everything set up just the way you like it. You can even play with my ass this time if you want.” The woman purred, standing on her tiptoes to lick his neck.

  Fleur twisted out of his grasp. If he was taking this woman somewhere to fuck her, she didn’t want to know anything about it.

  “Fleur! Don’t you take one more step!” She’d never been one to respond to commands. Peer pressure? Intimidation? Maybe. Probably. But bullying? No. Not her thing. But when Beast bit out his command, she did exactly what he told her to. She turned back to face him, clenching her fists at her sides.

  “What is it, Beast?” Fleur asked the question calmly, though she was anything but calm.

  “Do not go anywhere without me. Understand?”

  “Well, I’m not hanging out with you while you bone Red here. I’m actually going to just head out. I need to go apartment hunting anyway.”

  “I said,” he bit out between clenched teeth, “stay. Put.”

  “Fine.” Fleur turned on her heel and stalked to a nearby vacant chair and sank into it, ever mindful of her state of undress.

  “Fuck,” Beast muttered. That was when he was approached by another man. This one tall, with hair as black as coal, heavily muscled. Like three quarters of the men there, he was built like a tank. “Thorn,” Beast said. Beast actually looked relieved. “I thought Mercedes had left the clubhouse.”

  “I did too.” The man looked at the redhead. She moved from Beast to Thorn quickly enough, giving the other man even more attention than she had Beast, rubbing her ample chest against him provocatively.

  “Beast doesn’t seem to want to play with me,” she said. “You’re always up for it, though, ain’t you, Thorn?”

  “Not now, Mercedes. You need to have a talk with Vicious about your expectations here.”

  Mercedes actually pouted again. Did the woman have no shame? “He’s no fun since he found that woman.”

  “Watch your mouth, girl. That woman is his ol’ lady. She has a place of respect in the club that you better never forget.” Thorn sounded harsh and most definitely displeased, something Mercedes seemed to either be oblivious to or simply ignored.

  “She’s not one of us, Thorn. She don’t belong here. Vicious was in my bed before he was in hers.”

  “Yeah, well he’s in hers last. As to her not being one of us? She’s more like us than you are. She can’t go home to her rich daddy whenever she decides she wants a new pair of shoes that cost more than a car.” He grabbed her by the upper arms and put her a little bit away from both him and Beast. “You need to go home. Now. And don’t you come back. Understand me? You’re not welcome here any longer.”

  At first, Mercedes looked amused, like Thorn was just
kidding her and she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Then, when he just kept staring at her, her look morphed into stunned shock. “Not welcome? I’ve done everything anyone asked of me! I can’t help it my daddy’s rich! What the fuck, Thorn?”

  “I don’t have to explain myself to you, Mercedes. I’m the president. I decide who stays and who goes. Second, you’ve never done anything except what you wanted to do. Which usually involves sex. While all the men have appreciated your adventurous spirit, you cause more trouble than you’re worth. You keep the other girls in an uproar all the time, and that’s not good for anyone.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Pack your shit. Get out. You have an hour before I’m having you escorted out.”

  “You’ll regret this, Thorn. You and your whole motherfucking club!”

  Thorn went from casual to intimidating in a heartbeat. “You don’t threaten my club, girl.” He closed the distance between them just as quickly and wrapped his big hand around the woman’s throat. It didn’t look like an easy grip. “I’ll let it go this one time. That’s it. Just remember. You threaten the club, you answer to me. I’m not a gentle man, and I have no qualms about hurting a woman if she earns it. Threatening my family is a capital offense here. Get me?”

  Mercedes looked like she didn’t know whether to be scared or turned on. Thorn realized it, too. He shoved her away from him and called out to one of the guys in the club. “Tobias!”

  “Right here, brother.” Tobias was across the room, but since the place had gone quiet when Mercedes got her bluff called, everyone was listening attentively.

  “Get her off the property. Now. She does not get to collect her things, and if she doesn’t have her car keys with her, drop her at the nearest bus stop and have her car towed. I want her out. Now.”

  “All over it.” Tobias took Mercedes’s arm and pulled her after him.

  “I want my stuff, Thorn! You can’t keep it!”

  He didn’t bother answering her. He inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. “If she shows back up here, I swear I’ll kill her.”