Bee's Enraged Beast (James Pack Book 4)

by Lacey Thorn

  Then he stepped into me and used his hand to swipe his glans through my wet folds. He used me to lube his cock, gliding up and down my slit, coating every inch of his shaft before letting it lodge in my opening. His gaze flicked up to hold mine as he pressed his hips forward, and I swear we both held our breaths as he slowly edged his way inside.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned as he pulled back then eased in a little farther before doing the whole thing again. His face contorted as if he were in immense pain.

  “You’re too big,” I countered, wiggling my hips as I tried to adjust.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  My eyes had to bug out of the sockets at that. “Hell, no. I’m a virgin. I’ll stretch to accommodate you. I swear.”

  He swallowed. “You’re my first, too.”

  “I—What?”

  He paused as he worked his length in me. “You heard me. You’re it for me. My first. My last. My only. I’m all yours, Belinda. Now and forever.”

  Tears pooled in my eyes and slowly, dripped down my face. The only thing that prevented him from jerking out of me was the fact I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and held on.

  “You’re not hurting me,” I whispered, knowing exactly what he thought. “You’ve given me the best gift in the world.”

  He stared at me, trying to see inside me, and I opened up, letting him know what I felt. I knew from the way his gaze softened that he felt it. Love. I was in love with my mate. Hell, I think I’d fallen for him before I even knew who he was. Definitely before I’d laid eyes on him. When I’d only sensed him. When I’d known, really known, that he was out there, looking for me.

  “I love you,” he swore, leaning down to kiss me, and I used his distraction to sink my fingers into his ass and pull him in while I pushed up until every inch was buried inside me.

  I swear my eyes rolled back in my head. Pretty sure his did, as well, but as I stared at the back of my skull, I couldn’t be sure. Okay, maybe, it was the back of my eyelids. Either way, I came again. My sheathe fluttered around his cock, pulling growls from his throat.

  “I need—”

  His voice cut off on the guttural growl that resonated through me.

  “Yes,” I agreed. “Take what you need. Anything.”

  One hand fell to my hip, curving around so he palmed my buttock. The other one pressed against the bed beside my head, holding his weight off me. I loosened the grip of my legs, and he began to ease out then back in. He took it slow, each glide smooth as he filled me. I lowered my legs so they gripped his hips, allowing more distance between us and giving him a better range of motion on each stroke. I turned my head toward the palm next to me and kissed over his fingers, his wrist, any part of him I could reach.

  His cadence sped up, each thrust coming faster, hitting harder, deeper. My body rose toward another orgasm. Everything inside me tightened as if I were on the precipice of shifting, but I’d somehow gotten locked in my human skin. As if I were going to tear through my skin. I needed something, but I wasn’t sure what.

  Then he was gone.

  “Hannibal!”

  “Over,” he commanded. “Hands and knees.”

  I complied as quickly as I could, turning and glancing at him over my shoulder. He caressed my ass, smoothing his hands over me before pressing one palm between my shoulder blades until my nipples brushed the comforter. He plunged inside me in one hard thrust and set a frantic pace. He covered my hip with one hand while gripping my hair with the other. It was rough and primal and appeased the wolf inside me.

  He bent over my back, using his grip in my hair to turn my head to the side, baring my neck and biting me again. My mouth fell open on a soundless scream as even my vocal chords seemed to have seized. It was the second time it had happened, and I briefly wondered if I should be concerned. Then I was flying, flung high in the pleasure that washed through my body, taking my tight muscles and turning them to liquid so I puddled beneath him. He released my shoulder, letting me fall to the bed while he held my hips up for his continued thrusts, riding through my orgasm and somehow, forcing it higher.

  “Mine,” he growled as he came. “Finally.”

  I nodded, and little mewling sounds left my lips in lieu of the words I couldn’t form. He collapsed atop me, and I shuddered beneath him, reaching back with one arm to hold him to me. I liked his weight on me. It was comforting.

  “I’m crushing you,” he murmured and pushed up with his arms.

  “No, please. I want to feel you against me.”

  He grunted as he withdrew then rolled, tugging me until I was sprawled over him. His big hands cupped my ass cheeks, lifting and squeezing as he slid his cock back into me. I gasped when I realized he was still hard. He urged me to sit up, and another mewl spilled out at how deep he was in this position.

  “Ride me,” he ordered, giving tiny pumps of his hips that lifted me higher onto my knees.

  I took the prompt and, bracing my hands on his rock-hard abdomen, lifted and lowered myself on his cock. He reached for my breasts, pinching at my nipples before leaning up to take one in his mouth and suck greedily. We rocked together, finding our rhythm. At some point, my hands gripped his shoulders and his mouth moved to mine. There was something about staring into each other’s eyes that made it seem more erotic, that added another level of intimacy to our lovemaking. Our breathing synced. Everything synced, and when we came again, it was together.

  Chapter Eight

  ~Hannibal~

  I woke up with Belinda’s head on my chest. She had one thigh thrown over mine, and her arm lay low across my stomach, precariously close to my morning wood. She made a mewling sound I’d noticed during our lovemaking, and her hand dipped even lower, her fingertips brushing along my shaft. That mewl made me even harder. Her fingers had my cock bobbing up to say hello. She wrapped her small hand as far around me as she could and gave me a firm stroke as her tongue peeked out and licked over my nipple. My hips shot up from the bed, and I almost came.

  I started to roll over, wanting to be inside her again more than anything.

  “No,” she whispered giving me another squeeze. “It’s my turn.”

  She kissed her way down my body, and I tensed with anticipation. She’d wanted to use her mouth on me several times during the night, but I’d been greedy. I’d told her she could, then I’d gone down on her instead. Once I had her taste on my tongue, had swallowed one release after another, it was only natural to slide up her body and thrust inside the wet and warmth of her sheathe. I hadn’t meant to deny her. She made me insatiable. I planned to gorge on her taste for a lifetime.

  I nearly lost my mind at the first shy brush of her tongue over my glans. Then she came back for another taste and another. I reached down, gathering her hair in my fist so I could watch her. Light blue eyes met mine for a brief moment. Then she dropped her gaze and opened her mouth, engulfing my tip and sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed.

  She had to feel the tremor that went through me, the racing of my heart, the way my stomach muscles contracted as I fought to remain still beneath her exploring touch. These sensations were all new. I hadn’t lied when I’d told her she was my first. I’d always been big for my age. Man-sized when I was only a boy. And there had always been my mother to protect. As a fully-grown man, most woman had shied away from me, and those who hadn’t, hadn’t interested me. Then I’d felt the pull of my mate, and I’d known she was out in the world somewhere, waiting for me to find her. Belinda James was worth every bit of the wait to find her. Worth a thousand lifetimes of waiting, though I was extremely glad it hadn’t come to that.

  “Mmm,” she moaned around my flesh, and I felt the vibration of sound everywhere.

  “That’s enough,” I groaned, tugging at her hair. I wanted her under me or over me or any way she wanted to be as long as I could thrust inside her tight sex.

  “No.” She took her mouth away long enough to deny me. “It’s my turn to taste you. My turn to us
e my mouth to bring you pleasure. Please, Hannibal. I want to taste you.”

  Those pleading blue eyes would be my undoing. I’d never be able to deny her anything. All she had to do was look at me with that needy expression on her face and I’d fold like a cheap table. I’d give her the world if she asked, or at least every part of it I could. Her lips curved up in a soft smile, and I almost groaned again. Her smile would prove my kryptonite, too. I’d do anything to see it always gracing her lips. Then her head dipped back down, and I almost swallowed my tongue as she deep-throated a good portion of my length.

  I forced my eyelids to stay open so I could watch her. She knelt between my sprawled thighs. Both palms wrapped around my girth, and she moved her hands from my base to her lips as she worked her mouth down from my tip. Then she squeezed and twisted, emptying my mind of everything but what I was feeling. Each sensation ripped through me, tightening my balls with the need to give her what she hungered for.

  “Belinda, baby. I’m going to come,” I warned, but she only increased her tempo and sucked harder.

  I rocked my hips into her bobbing mouth and reached down to wrap my free hand around both hers on my shaft, tightening her grip and giving myself a rougher touch. She flicked her eyes up to meet mine, and I came so hard I was afraid of drowning her. I watched her face, scrutinizing as she swallowed every ounce I gave her and continued sucking for more. I swear she took my soul down her throat, as well.

  I tugged, and she moved back, daintily licking my crown several times for any remaining seed before nuzzling against my groin then going lower to give my scrotum a kiss. Her fingers rubbed lazily over my abdomen, tracing circles over my skin while I caught my breath.

  “I’m going with you when you leave.” She glanced up then, seeking my gaze and trying to read my thoughts.

  “Come here.” I patted my chest, and she crawled up until she lay her head over my heart. “I won’t leave you.”

  She nodded but didn’t look up at me.

  “Belinda, look at me.”

  She glanced up again, and I knew this was a conversation we couldn’t have lying down. I scooped her up and moved so she sat on my lap, my back against the headboard.

  “I won’t leave you,” I swore. “Promise.”

  “I…” She paused, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a long moment. “My parents couldn’t handle my gift.”

  “The visions you have?”

  She nodded. “I was six when I had the first one. Or at least, the first I remembered. I saw one of our pack getting attacked and killed. When it happened, the ones who knew about the vision said I was a witch. They wanted me sent away.” She shrugged. “Or killed.”

  “Jesus,” I whispered, wrapping my arms more securely around her as if I could protect the six-year-old girl she’d been.

  “Bastion was there. He was ten when I was born and was always more of a parent than a brother.”

  That explained why he’d wanted her to stay with him and his pack. He’d been protecting her for a long time. But remaining with the James Pack would be my mate’s choice and no one else’s. If she wanted to stay, I’d find a way to earn her brother’s trust so we could. If she wanted to leave, we’d go wherever she wanted. Travel the world if that was her desire. I’d been smart with the money I’d earned. My investments were solid, more so with the sound advice my mom’s mate had given me. I had more money than Belinda and I could ever spend.

  “What did he do when he found out what people were saying?”

  “We left that night. Bastion should have been the next alpha, but he walked away. For me.”

  I easily read the guilt she felt over that. I cupped her cheek and couldn’t resist leaning down to brush a soft kiss over her lips.

  “Hate to break it to you, but your brother is an alpha.”

  “Now. Do you know how hard it was for a sixteen-year-old boy to go on the run with a six-year-old who had visions she couldn’t control? Visons that called attention. Attention was the last thing we needed.”

  “It seems like he handled it okay,” I assured her. “When he looks at you, it’s easy to see the bond you two share. The love. You know what I don’t see?”

  “What?” she asked.

  “Regret or blame. Your brother loves you, and I bet, even knowing the struggle he’d face, he’d do it all again. Because you matter to him. Makes me like him.”

  “I want you to like him. I want you to…” She broke off, and uncertainty filled her gaze.

  “What do you want?” I nudged her.

  “I know we have to leave for a bit. And I want to meet your mom and her human mate. But…this is my home.”

  “Even though your brother’s pack isn’t accepting of you?” That bothered me. A lot.

  “They don’t know me. Not really. And despite what Raina said, it’s not all my brother’s fault. I hid away. I could have been more outgoing. People fear what they don’t know or understand, but when did I ever give them a chance?”

  She rubbed her hands together in her lap, and I covered them with one of mine, squeezing them before taking one with mine and bringing it up to cup my face.

  “If you want to stay, then we’ll stay. But you need to understand I won’t tolerate any negative comments about you. Period. I don’t care who makes them. They treat you with respect, or they face me. No exceptions.”

  “You can’t beat up everyone, Hannibal,” she admonished.

  “Can and will,” I countered, firming my tone to let her know I meant it.

  “Now, you sound like my brother,” she countered with a laugh, reminding me he’d said the same thing when Raina had told him he couldn’t make people like or accept his sister.

  Her lips tipped up into that lush smile of hers, and my heart beat faster just looking at her. Did this woman have no clue I’d worship the very ground she walked on?

  “I think your size alone would be enough to make them cower,” she murmured.

  “Does it bother you?”

  “Your size?” At my nod, she shook her head frantically. “Never, Hannibal. I love your size. Every inch of you.” Her gaze dropped to my lap. “Some inches more than others on occasion.”

  I growled, and she giggled. That giggle lit my heart aflame. I tumbled her back to the bed, spreading her thighs with mine and slid home inside her. She caught her breath as her eyes glazed with passion. I laced my hands with hers and pinned them to the bed over her head.

  “I can’t believe, less than twenty-four hours ago, I wasn’t sure I’d live long enough to meet you.”

  My chest rumbled in denial of that statement, but it was a reminder I needed to check on Makers and Hutch.

  “I’ll make arrangements to take them back, once I can leave your body alone long enough to get out of this bed.”

  “You’ll like my brother’s inner circle once you all get to know one another,” Belinda assured me. “They’re great guys.”

  “If your mind is on other men, I must be doing something wrong.” I followed my words up with a hard thrust that pushed every inch of my cock deep.

  “What men?” Belinda moaned.

  I chuckled, lowering my head so I could nip along her jaw to her lips. She opened, her tongue slicking across her bottom lip, and I followed it back inside her mouth with mine. We were making up for all the years of waiting to find one another. We’d had sex no less than six times the night before, and I was still as hungry for her as I’d been that first time. Every time was somehow better than the time before. Plus, there was something about smelling my scent on her, smelling her on me. It spoke to my wolf, calming the beast inside me.

  We dozed on and off all day, waking only to reach for each other and make love again. It was a wonder neither of us were sore, but apparently, the marathon sex was in our nature. She was slick with need every time I reached for her, and my cock hardened at the touch of her fingers or lips. God, her lips. It turned out my mate had as voracious an appetite for my cum as I did for hers. I knew at some
point we’d have to leave the room for another source of nourishment, but for now, she was all I needed.

  Chapter Nine

  ~Belinda~

  Three days. We spent three days naked in my bed. Raina had knocked on the door and left food for us, which Hannibal grabbed and brought in, feeding me from his fingers. I’d wondered at some of Raina’s food choices. Chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Then Hannibal had drizzled some chocolate onto my nipples, and we’d gotten very creative after that. God bless my sister-in-law.

  Bastion broke the spell on day three, beating on our door and demanding our presence downstairs. Hannibal and I took our time in the shower then spent another half hour on the bed before finally tugging on clothes. Thankfully, someone had gone to get Hannibal’s truck and brought up his bag. Though, I really did prefer him naked.

  “If we’re staying here, we’re getting our own place,” Hannibal groused as he held open the door for me.

  “There’s a place up the road we could look at. It just came on the market, and Bastion was going to look at it, anyway. For the pack.”

  “Do you want it?”

  “I’d love for us to look at it. There’s a huge pool in the back that looks like a private lagoon with a waterfall. And they have a mother-in-law cottage. In case, your mom ever wanted to visit.”

  He cupped my face and dropped a kiss on my lips. “She’ll definitely want to visit. Thank you for thinking of her.”

  I’d left my mother as a young girl, and though Bastion had seen to my every need, there was no feminine side to him. I didn’t remember what it was to have a mother, but I knew Hannibal was very close to his. He’d spoken of her often in our conversations. I really hoped she liked me, even a little bit.

  “We’ll go look later today. Do you have a number, so we can set it up?”

  I nodded. “I can get it from my brother or Raina.”

  “Make the call.” He held out his hand to me. “Ready?”

  “To show off my amazing mate to the pack? Absolutely!”