Savage Hunger

by Milly Taiden

  Isa gasped as her nipples and clit throbbed from just his words. “How did you do this?”

  His lips pushed into a smirk and he unbuttoned his fly and slipped his pants to just above his hips, showcasing that sexy V and a tease of black hair leading to the real beast just inches below. “I don’t want to brag, but I’m kind of a big deal.”

  She reached for the front of his pants, hooking her fingers into his open waistband. “Big is an understatement.”

  “You have too many clothes on, Isa,” he tsked. "What are we going to do about that?” He straddled the chaise and reached one hand out. With a low growl a single dragon’s talon curved from his index finger and he hooked it into the neckline of her knit dress. One tug and the fabric ripped, the sharp edge of his nail slicing it from her body.

  She moaned, arching back, her breasts exposed. Candlelight danced on her skin and he leaned down, taking one nipple between his teeth. He sucked the stiffening peak between his lips, letting one hand dip beneath the waistband of her tights. Nylon tore, the fabric popping and curling, leaving her pussy dripping and bare.

  Stroking her wet slit, he slipped two fingers into her cleft and leaned in, taking her mouth. “I want you on your knees, Isa. Your ass in the air. You’re mine. Every inch of you.”

  He broke their kiss and pulled back, taking his hand with him. Eyes locked on her, he licked her juice from his fingers. “Now,” he said.

  She scrambled to her knees on the chaise, and he tore the rest of her tights off, leaving nothing but her boots on. He pushed her knees wide and pressed the hard bar of his stiffening cock between her spanned legs.

  “Now who’s got too many clothes on,” she said, catching his eye from over her shoulder.

  With a chuckle, he kicked his shoes off. Then he pulled a small bottle out of his pocket and tossed it on the cushions and pushed his pants the rest of the way off, his cock springing free like a dragon unleased.

  The sheer size of the man shocked her again and she licked her lips, swallowing instinctively in anticipation.

  “In my dreams I’ve fucked you every way I can, and now in the middle of your fantasy, your bucket list, I’m going to make my dreams a reality.”

  His voice was as demanding as it was the first time they fucked. Only now the heat of his gaze nearly scored her flesh. He stared at her, his eyes taking in her full ass and hips, lingering at the way her juice glistened on her inner thighs, wet and bidding.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are, Isa?” he said, fisting her long blonde hair as it spread past her shoulders.

  She closed her eyes and let her head drop back as he slid his thumb between her ass, teasing her tight hole. “So full and delicious,” he whispered, letting his fingers slide farther to tease her wet folds and circle her clit.

  Beast reached around to her stiffening peaks, teasing circles over each as Isa arched back, moaning as his fingers worked between her pussy and her ass. He slid his hand down her belly, cupping her sex. “Spread this fine pussy wide so I can lick you from your wet, hard clit to your tight hole. Then I’m going to fuck you boneless.”

  She gasped, turning her face and he kissed her hard, his tongue demanding and ruthless. His palms splayed against her pussy, his fingers reaching deeper, working her spot as she ground against his hand for more.

  Dragging his thumb upward again, he traced the fine seam of her ass until he reached her hole, this time soaking with her own juice. “You’re so slick, baby. You’re so wet, your pussy and your ass can take every inch of me, easy.” He pulled her hips high, and she leaned her upper body down, leaving her with her behind up in the air. He spread her wide, dipping his head to her pussy and licked her folds, letting the end of his tongue curl as he plunged deep, sucking her wet juice. “Hot and sweet!”

  Loud moans rushed past her lips. She whimpered. The feel of his lips surrounding her clit, licking and sucking her swollen flesh, turned into one of the most arousing experiences of her life. He flicked his tongue mercilessly over her bud and pumped his fingers in and out of her in short, fast thrusts. Her body was on fire. Her sole thought turned into rushing over that cliff that she knew would bring a world of pleasure.

  Throwing her head back, she came hard, wetness pooling and dripping down his chin. A loud growl reverberated from his lips through her pussy.

  “Mine, Isa. Only mine.”

  Isa’s breath caught short and she came again, her hips bucking against his hand as pleasure crashed over her body. He pulled his hand from her drenched pussy and spread her knees wider.

  “So sleek,” he whispered against her ear, and he drove his cock through her slick entrance. Isa cried out, pumping her hips back to match him thrust for thrust. Her juices coated his cock and she took every hard bit until he was balls deep. Heat wrapped his cock like a tight glove, squeezing him.

  He growled loudly, and the sound echoed against the empty museum’s high ceiling. He slipped from her, but before she could protest, he fingered her tight hole. “You took all of me, your ass can, too.”

  Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him reach for the small bottle he’d tossed on the pillows before. Back on his knees behind her, she watched him grease his cock and jerk it at the same time. Her throat went dry. Watching him was better than any porn she’d ever seen.

  “Like what you see?”

  She nodded and licked her lips.

  He dropped some of the liquid on her asshole and proceeded to rub it in and around her anal entrance.

  “Ooooh,” she moaned as the liquid warmed with his massaging fingers. She slid a hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit. She shuddered as she sped up, flicking her finger over her clit. The combination of her stroking her clit and his fingers thrusting in and out of her ass pushed her to the edge very fast.

  Before long, her body was winding with the feel of more of his digits stretching her asshole.

  “Relax for me, love. Let me feel your ass tighten around my fingers.” He cursed. “Yes, just like that. Fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned as he lubed her up more. “You’re ready for me.”

  His fingers were replaced by his cock. He took his time, pushing slowly. Her body responded to soften at the invasion of his cock pushing its way into her ass. The stinging wasn’t too bad. She was so turned on, it didn’t bother her much.

  “Are you okay?” There was concern in his voice. “Do you need me to stop?”

  “I’m good. I mean,” she panted, “I’m great. Keep going.” She pushed back and he slipped all the way into her in one tight thrust.

  “Fuck!” He groaned. “Perfect.”

  He slowly pulled back and slammed into her.

  She whimpered and increased the play on her clit. She squeezed around his cock.

  “Isa…”

  She rocked her hips. He slipped back and drove in. Harder. Faster. In quicker succession. Tremors took hold of her body. Her hand shook as her body went taut. His drives grew in speed.

  He cursed, the sound a loud growl. “I want to stamp myself all over you. I want my cum deep inside you, claiming you as mine. Only mine.”

  At his raw words, she gripped the side of the chaise and lifted her ass even higher, urging him deeper and faster. He plunged his cock deep and growled a feral, wild sound. “You’re so tight! But you’ll be even tighter double-stuffed!”

  She licked her lips and glanced over her shoulder at him. He reached for something wrapped in a silk scarf under the chaise. It was a dildo shaped like a dragon cock. Beast held it toward her mouth and she licked it slick before sliding it over her belly to her pussy. With a flick of his wrist he impaled her with the flesh-feeling molded rubber, driving his cock deeper into her ass.

  Her walls shuddered against both thicknesses. She unraveled, shuddering and gasping for air. The climax went on, prolonged by his deep plunges. Slick anal muscles squeezed at his cock hard. Her legs trembled, and she went weightless. Boneless.

  His body tensed, and his head engorged, straining deep in h
er ass. With a roar, he threw his head back, letting hot jets pump. Isa tilted her head, her body responding as the double feeling swept her into oblivion.

  They were both breathless and panting as he pulled the toy and himself out of her. He was gone for a moment but she didn’t have the energy to stand yet. Turning her head, she saw him pour water from a beautiful jug into a small bowl, wet a hand towel and return to her. Much to her shock, he proceeded to clean her and himself.

  After wiping them both down, he picked her up and laid her on a bed of pillows. He’d barely put her down when she pulled him on top of her, curling her leg over his ass and her arms over his neck.

  “Beast,” she sighed, staring deep into his eyes. “I want more. I want you. In me.”

  30

  Beast had to talk the dragon down. The scent of Isa’s climax and her continued desire for him was making it hard for him to control himself. He saw the need in her eyes. The usual bright blue eyes were sapphire dark and mirrored his hunger for her.

  She held his cock in her grasp, stroking him and jerking him slowly. Already hard, he placed the head of his cock at her slick entrance and stopped, making her wait.

  Her face was flushed under the dimly lit tent. So beautiful.

  “Beast…”

  “Shh,” he lowered his head and kissed her swollen lips. She tasted like sunshine and flowers. His mate was absolute perfection. “Let me savor this. Your body. It’s made for me.”

  She spread her legs wider, giving him more access and a better cushion to thrust into.

  “What are you waiting for?” she moaned.

  “This,” he said. In a single smooth glide, he thrust deep into her. Her eyes rolled back and her lips parted, a soft moan leaving her lips. Her nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer to her heated body.

  How much better could this get? Isa was so much more than he’d ever expected from a mate. Soft. Sexy. Beautiful. Kind. Generous. And the feel of her sex hugging his cock tight was absolute heaven.

  He propelled back and drove forward, increasing in speed with every slide into her slick folds. The faster he went, the more she begged him to go harder. He could barely contain himself.

  Then she was screaming for him to go deeper and he gave her exactly what she asked for. She thanked him by scratching and scraping her nails on his shoulders and arms.

  “This is amazing.” Her voice was filled with shock and excitement.

  “You’re amazing, Isa. Your body and how your pussy strokes my cock with every glide. That’s fucking perfect.”

  She arched her back and rocked her hips under him, meeting each of his thrusts with her own sexy rhythm.

  “Beast,” she whimpered on a shallow breath. “I want this forever.”

  He thrust harder, her words pushing his dragon to the skin. “I can give you everything you want, love. Forever.” He drove deep, faster, plunging every bit of himself into her and stroking her pussy with his growing cock. And she took it. Took all of him. Every. Hard. Inch.

  Fuck, her body was driving him crazy. He griped her thigh, holding her ass and squeezed. Her pussy tightened around his dick and he groaned at the delectable feeling. Her channel was sleek, wet and sucking him off like she had him in her mouth.

  Her body trembled under him, growing tense and then softening as she came. Her pussy clasped his cock, jerking him with every spasm of her orgasm. She gave a sharp cry, her nails digging into his arms.

  There was no more holding back. The flushed face, hazy eyes and soft smile on her lips as she came back down from her orgasm pleased him. He wanted her to give him more of those satisfied grins. That look of absolute bliss on her face did him in.

  “You’re amazing,” she sighed.

  “Be my mate, Isa. Tell me you’ll be mine. That you are mine,” he growled, thrusting into her in punishing drives. “Say the words.”

  The beaming smile still in place, she nodded. “I never had a chance, Beast. I’m yours.”

  “Fuck, yes!” he snarled, going as deep into her as possible with every thrust. “I want everything, Isa. Let me fill you with my cum. Fill you with my seed.”

  She blinked pleasure-filled eyes at him. “I don’t use birth control, Beast. I could get pregnant.”

  A loud groan sounded from him. “Sounds absolutely perfect. My mate carrying my child in her womb.”

  Her smile widened. “What are you waiting for then?”

  The edges of his vision darkened, and his body went on full breeding frenzy. He pumped into her in quick, harsh thrusts, going as deep as possible until he stiffened. Her pussy embraced and sucked his cock. Tight. Hot. Hard. He came, his cock growing swollen in her slick channel.

  A loud roar sounded from his chest. His palm sizzled against her ass cheek. Fire raced down his body. He shot his cum deeply inside her, filling her once again with his seed. She now carried his dragon’s mark and was full of his seed. She’d always be his.

  31

  Beast knocked on the front door of Isaline’s mother’s house. He knew Isa wasn’t home and had to speak to Mirabel.

  “Beast,” she grinned, pulling him immediately inside. “Come on in. Isa is at the bakery.”

  He met her gaze and nodded. “I know. I’m here to see you, Mrs. Primrose.”

  She widened her eyes and then sighed. “How did you know?”

  He laughed. “When I met you at the shelter, I recognized your voice from our calls. I also research all my projects. I found it interesting that your contract with my father wasn’t kept at the company, but at my mother’s home. I also wondered what the secrecy was with the contract.”

  “Okay, so you figured me out, but what do you really know?” she asked with a knowing grin. “Better said, how much do you know?”

  “Not enough.” He followed her to the kitchen. “I need you to fill in the gaps for me. You clearly have some special clauses and I need to know what they are and why.”

  “Sit down. Let’s have some tea.”

  He sat at the dining room table, watching the slim blonde woman move around the kitchen. She wore a flowy yellow dress and her hair up in a ponytail that made her look much younger than she was.

  “I need information, Mirabel. No more holding back,” he told her.

  She brought the tea set to the table, filled a cup and offered it to him. “I just made tea.”

  “Mirabel…”

  “I’ll talk. Make your tea.” She prepared her drink and met his gaze over the rim of her cup. “What do you want to know?”

  “What is going on with the Little Rose and your bakery? What’s the link and why won’t you move?”

  She sipped her tea and nodded. “Isaline says she’s agreed to be your mate.”

  His frown turned to a grin when she mentioned his mate. “She has. What does that have to do with anything?”

  Mirabel smiled. “Everything. Will you be moving here or are you going to try and get her to go to the city?”

  He’d given that a lot of thought and realized a small town wasn’t so bad. It had given him Isaline and he wanted her to be happy. “I figured we can split up our time between the two.”

  Mirabel’s smile widened. “Perfect. I’ll talk now. You don’t remember meeting me, do you?”

  He frowned. “No. I have a great memory. I am sure I’d remember coming to this little place before.”

  She laughed. “No, no. It wasn’t here. It was in New York. My husband and I went there for the weekend. We were only there to meet with your parents about a lease because they never came here and I really wanted that lot.”

  He shook his head. “I would remember meeting you.”

  She shrugged. “Let me tell the story and see if it clicks.”

  He doubted it. He had a great memory and he didn’t recall meeting Mirabel in the past. “Go on.”

  “My husband and I were in New York City. I couldn’t leave my baby because she was a newborn, so we took all three of our girls with us but left the younger two at the daycare y
our parents had for their employees. We were in your father’s office when you came in.” She paused as if waiting to see if he had any memory of that.

  He shrugged and sat back. “I walked into a lot of meetings with my parents and people.”

  She nodded. “True. But did they all have a baby?”

  He stopped a moment, going through his memories and remembering a faint one of walking into a meeting where his mother was holding a baby girl and cooing at her while his dad and another man talked business.

  “She was wrapped in a blanket covered in pink roses.”

  Mirabel gave a slow nod. “That’s the one. You walked in and went straight to your mother…”

  “She was holding the baby,” he said, reliving the memory. “She was so happy. I had to see who made my mother smile that way.”

  “So you asked to see the baby.”

  “Mom handed her over and when she opened her big blue eyes, I felt something.”

  She leaned forward. “What did you feel?”

  “A sense of…family. At the time, I thought it was a longing for having my own family. My own children.”

  “What did you really feel?”

  He realized at that moment what he’d felt. A connection to the child. A deep protective instinct came over him and he brushed it off as the need to find his mate. “Isa…”

  Mirabel sighed. “That was her. Your mom and dad recognized the instant protective instinct you displayed. You didn’t know she was your mate. She was a baby. What you thought was a longing for your own family, was your dragon letting you know your mate existed.”

  “What does that have to do with your bakery and the Little Rose Hotel project?”

  Mirabel’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and pressed a button.

  “Hello, Serena,” she said.

  He glanced up to see his mother on Mirabel’s facetime. “Mom?”

  His mother gave him a wide smile. “I knew one day you’d say it without prodding, son!”

  “Serena, Beast would like to know what the bakery has to do with the Little Rose Hotel project.”