Beasty (A Royal's Tale Book 2)

by Jennise K

  “Say it again!” His warm breath fanned my nether lips, and I lay on the bed, shivering and shaking. My hand grasped his hands, which were still hooked around my thighs.

  “Rome!” I said. “Ah!”

  My grip on his hand tightened as I jolted up in bed again when Romanov nipped at my inner thigh in reproach.

  “Say it again, please, Olivia.”

  “Or what?” I asked breathlessly, the tingles under my skin now turning into jolts of electricity with his every touch.

  Romanov froze, his eyes still on mine. I watched as he reached down, grabbed his shirt by the hem, and pulled it over his head in one move. My eyes immediately snapped to his body, and I lost my breath for a second, my eyes running over the beginning of the silver scar that I was all too familiar with. My gaze snapped back to Romanov when he moved his arms, his tight muscles flexing sexily. I found myself blushing beet red, and I looked away from his eyes which were now almost black.

  A blink was all it took, and he was top of me, running his hands down the side of my body, over the shirt I was wearing—which happened to be his shirt. I shivered under the soft, white material.

  “Do you have any idea how much it burns just to see you with that man?” Romanov muttered as his fingers found the buttons of the shirt.

  He popped the first button open. “Any man.”

  I gulped, and I held Romanov’s hand over my shirt. I didn’t know how I was feeling; the jolts of electricity was so distracting. The bubbling need to have him against somewhere naughty was incredibly tempting.

  Romanov’s lips found my neck again, and I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, my fingers sinking into his hair again. I grit my teeth together as the tingles in my body made my mind go crazy, and I tightened my grasp on Romanov’s hair as I pulled him up, moving up to catch his lips with mine. Another moan left my throat, and I sunk deeper into the kiss as Romanov ran his tongue along my bottom lip, teasing me for entrance.

  I sighed as I let him try. Waiting was not an option for him, and suddenly, I gasped when Romanov pulled open my shirt, not breaking the kiss even once as he settled back on top of me after, his warm naked skin resting against mine. His tongue seized the opportunity and dipped into my mouth. Everything seemed so overwhelming, and I moaned out his name in a low breathy tone. I could barely find my voice now.

  Slowly, Romanov broke his kiss and attended to my jaw and onto my neck—kissing and nipping at my sweet spot. He continued to trail down open-mouthed kisses down my collarbone. My back arched, surprised when his lips reached the swell of my breast.

  Romanov’s head lifted, and his eyes found mine, a cheeky grin in place. He moved his lips back but this time, nipped on my left boob, and immediately, my fingers found his hair, pulling on the strands causing him to let out a groan of his own. I felt goose bumps prickle everywhere on my skin as he let out a satisfying sound. His deep, guttural groan was suddenly my new high.

  Romanov moved lower again, and I held my breath when the same earth-shattering feeling shook me again in anticipation of the pleasure he’d give me.

  “Mine.” A low growl left Romanov’s chest as he caressed one nipple while tentatively licking and pulling the other swollen nipple between his lips.

  “Rome.” I sighed as I tried to keep my thoughts intact despite the earth-shattering tingles and heat that was suddenly pooling between my legs.

  “Hmm?” Romanov teased as he sunk a finger inside me. I felt as my walls tightened around his finger, and I moaned out loudly as his finger worked its way inside, bending and hitting the tightened walls. I was out of breath already, and it was all I could do not to cry in ecstasy. My hands are now paper white from desperately clutching onto him.

  Romanov’s eyes found mine, and he watched me moan with every stroke he made, panting—my chest rising and falling. His eyes now zeroed in on my breasts, my nipples erect and hard from the arousal.

  Suddenly, he moved down and slid another finger inside me, but this time, he flicked his tongue out, lapping over my clit. My hips bucked with this new sensation. In that moment, I saw stars. He growled again and quickened his pace while he used his free hand to keep me down on the bed. Everything went crazy, and I found myself writhing under him as his thumb began moving over my nub in circles. Romanov moved back up, his lips sucking on my neck, while he continued to rub my clit with two of his fingers still in me.

  “Take…it…off,” I managed to say. My whole body was buzzing—pulling and pushing towards the pressure building between my legs. I closed my eyes as another jolt of pure pleasure ran through my centre. With Romanov’s heavy weight on me, his deft fingers doing things I had only read about, and his lips torturing my neck, I couldn’t help but want to see him too. Touch him. Feel him. All of him.

  A minute later, when he didn’t stop, I let out a little growl and grabbed at the large dent in his pants. Instantly, Romanov froze, and he moved his head back to watch me. His fingers, though, kept moving, and it hit me like a train wreck. I let out a loud scream, biting down on Romanov’s shoulder to keep myself from waking everyone up. I stayed there, withering away underneath Romanov as I felt the orgasm surge through my body, pulling at every nerve ending on my body, leaving me breathless.

  I felt Romanov slow his pace as I came down from my high. I couldn’t stop myself from breathing out his name and pulling him close, my fingers fumbling for his pants again.

  “Olivia…” Romanov said above me, his eyes widening with warning as he looked at me. My hand, however, were already busy unbuttoning his pants and pushing it off him.

  Romanov’s hand grasped mine, and I stopped, my eyes snapping to his again.

  “Olivia…”

  His voice was stronger, deeper, and held more authority. I blinked as his hand moved mine away from his pants.

  “This will change everything,” he spoke out loud, his eyes steeled on mine, letting me know he was serious.

  I let out a slow breath and studied his face—his dark hair, his jet black eyes, his sharp nose, and beautiful, full mouth. As I watched him, the warm feeling I felt every time Romanov was near came sailing back into my chest, crashing against my heart like a tidal wave—bringing with it a startling realisation.

  I knew where this was heading. I knew that we would have sex if I let him. Romanov was my soulmate, yes, and everything between us had been wonderful with him comforting and protecting me. But this…this was the very step to something else. Something more. Was I even ready for this? My heart thumped in my chest, and I looked back at my soulmate again, his dark eyes staring into mine as if trying to see into me. I gave him a a ghost of a smile when the warmth in my chest bubbled.

  Yes. Yes, I was ready for something new. The waves in my chest were still crashing as the realization now grew stronger. It was time I admitted it to myself.

  I was in love with Romanov. I was completely in love with him. And yes, I was ready for it.

  I looked at Romanov and smiled. His eyes widened in surprise, and I swung my arm around his neck, lowering his head to bring him in for a long, deep kiss.

  His hands went to my thighs and pushed my legs apart. He moved back, and my eyes snapped open as he only took a second to undress and then settled back between my legs.

  I could feel his punishingly tight grip on my thighs telling a tale of just how much he’d been holding back from ploughing through me straight into the bed.

  When I felt the tip of his length against my entrance, my eyes went wide as saucers and I jolted up, my eyes moving to his thick long rod. I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

  “Th—tha—” I pressed my lips together, and shutting my eyes, I turned my head away and let out a deep breath. “That’s not normal.”

  Romanov chuckled, rubbing the head of his thickness against my now pulsating centre. “I’m a beast. What did you expect?”

  My lips quivered as Romanov’s lips found my cheek an instant later, while his hand took hold of mine. Brushing kisses along my jawline, he mov
ed my hand towards his veiny hard member. His grip on my hand loosened, and he stopped his kisses, waiting.

  My fingers brushed against the flesh of his dick, and I gasped when it twitched. Romanov groaned.

  I stayed still for a second or two, thinking about what was happening, how close Romanov’s solid length was, how it was almost caressing me. I released a soft breath before I took a leap and wrapped my hand around the hard length. With my other hand, I held Romanov as he dropped on me, a low groan releasing from his lips. I smiled as I felt his warm breathing against my neck quickened. My hand began moving.

  Up. Down. Back. Forth.

  In this sensual motion, I quickened my pace and then slowed it down to a rhythm that agonized Romanov as evident by his furrowed brows and quick breaths. The nervousness about what I was doing peeked at me, but Romanov’s groans and growls gave a positive indication, and I smiled with relief. Reading Mills and Boon really does pay off.

  A loud growl ripped out of Rome’s lips suddenly, and he gripped my hand, stopping me. My eyes wide, I looked at him, shocked.

  “No,” he growled again, panting before moving my hand away. Suddenly, I felt the tip of him against my centre, and I paused, my eyes finding Romanov’s.

  We remained like that, eyes locked for a second or two before I felt him easing inside me. Romanov’s eyes bored into mine and watched my reaction, adjusting when he saw me cringe in the slightest.

  As he moved deeper and stopped at the barrier, I shut my eyes and clenched my jaw together, my hand gripping at his hands.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” Romanov whispered against my ear as I felt him pull back. A second later, he slammed back in, completely settling inside me this time. A muffled scream ripped out of my lips, and I sunk my fingers into his biceps. Immediately, he paused, and I opened my eyes, now filled with tears, just in time to see Romanov opening his, his jet-black orbs looking at me for any sign of regret. Despite the burning pain there, I gave him a wet, comforting smile, and his eyes misted. He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss on my lips.

  It seemed like a minute, but the burning slowly died, and I tilted my hips up towards his. A spark hit me straight in my lower abdomen, and I moaned.

  “Move,” I said as I tried to move my hips again, causing a shift with the angle, and I felt him slip further in, completely filling me, while I shivered under him.

  A loud growl ripped out of Romanov’s chest at the sudden slip, and he immediately began a slow, antagonizing rhythm, pulling out about halfway before sliding easily back in. Then his pace quickened, his thrusts increased. I moaned as he tilted this way and that—changing the angle slightly—and thrusting back in, giving me more pleasure than I ever thought was possible. My legs quickly wrapped around his strong hips in response.

  “Rome,” I moaned, holding onto him like my life depended on it, gasping and mewing every time he hit a spot that made me see the stars. Romanov suddenly started to thrust even faster, then pulled out almost all the way before sliding home.

  “You’re so beautiful—and completely mine.” It came in growls and ragged breaths. I panted under him, moaning his name over and over again like a chant. My nails dug and dragged along his back as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, licking, kissing, biting the mark, and driving me crazy.

  Our rollercoaster was slowly moving upwards, the sensation of everything going blank coming over me faster and faster. The closer my body came to explosion, the more I found myself moving along with Romanov, matching his movements with mine like the perfect sort of waltz, one which required just two dancers and zero audiences. Just them. The dancers. Creating magic.

  “Yes. Don’t stop,” I cried, feeling him bite down on me for the fifth time as he growled into my shoulder. My legs wrapped around him tighter, and I desperately clung to him, wanting to feel every inch of him.

  “Olivia,” Romanov growled. My hazy eyes opened and met his almost golden ones. He was losing himself to his beast, and I shivered as his eyes turned completely molten gold.

  He looked the complete image of strength and power, his dark locks falling against his cheeks as he moved above me.

  “Olivia!”

  It took over me suddenly, falling over me in a sudden shower, completely drenching me in its ecstasy.

  “Oh, my G—Rome!”

  I felt myself go limp as our orgasms raged through us, firecrackers going off inside me while I shivered and shuddered. I felt my walls clench around Romanov, milking him as he emptied himself in me. He sat up, pulling me with him, and buried himself deeper, his thrusts slowing down as he threw his head back, his eyes shut.

  When it all began to settle, Romanov let his whole weight fall on me, puffing warm breaths against my sweaty, hot chest.

  His eyes remained golden as he tilted his head and looked up at me. I smiled, placing a kiss on his forehead, and watched his eyes close in content. Romanov lay on my chest while it rose and fell. Slowly, he moved, and I felt him pull out of me. When he did, I suddenly missed him—him in me—filling me completely. It felt crazy, but I felt like sobbing.

  I love you, I whispered in my mind as I slowly ran my fingers to Romanov’s hair and felt him just lying there. I was spent. I didn’t think I could move, but I needed to clean the mess I knew we had made.

  Staying like that for a while, I made a move to push Romanov off so that I could clean up. My breath hitched in my throat when Romanov’s face snapped at me, his eyes golden and his canines bared in warning.

  “No,” he snapped at me, his voice deeper and deadlier, and I felt my heart thump loudly in my chest when he settled his head back on my breast, letting out a low happy sound from his chest.

  My fingers found his hair again, and he groaned happily. I found a smile forming on my lips at finding Romanov so openly expressive. I placed a kiss on his hair, inhaling his spice-scented male shampoo before trying to ask him again. This time, however, with a different approach.

  “Rome.”

  “Hmm.”

  “Rome?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I need to go clean up. Please?” I cooed slowly as I continued to run my fingers through his hair, softly, lovingly.

  “No.”

  My mouth fell open. “No?”

  “What you need is me,” Romanov grumbled matter-of-factly, huffing out irritably before settling his head even more comfortably on my breasts.

  Despite my shock, I couldn’t help but smile. “But I do need a shower, Romanov.”

  Romanov took a second before he moved his cheeks down, the tiny bristles of his facial hair scratching me in a nice sort of way. A loud gasp slipped out of my lips as his mouth clasped around my nipple, his tongue lazily flicking against the swollen bud. “Do you really, babe?”

  “Oh,” I gasped as he softly bit into my nipple before sucking on it slowly as if in apology.

  Romanov chuckled when he stopped and suddenly moved up, slightly leaving me feeling disappointed.

  His knowing smile made me send him a dark glare before he scooped me up into his arms and began walking towards the master bathroom.

  “Hmmmmm.” He teased cheekily as he reached the door and pulled it open. “I suppose you can have both.”

  ~

  Consciousness settled in with the feeling of a solid weight settling on my tummy, a large warm hand grasping my left breast, and warm puffs of breath hitting the side of my chest as I lay on my back, a fresh white quilt covering me up to my hips.

  My hand trailed towards the weight, and my eyes snapped open when it came in contact with hair. Immediately, I ran my hand lower, moving until it rested on Romanov’s big palms spread all over my boob. I sighed as I grasped onto his arm before slowly moving it away. I needed to change position.

  A loud gritty growl covered the entire room the next moment as Romanov’s eyes snapped open. His hand on me tightened, and his canines flashed at me. I watched, frozen, as he stared at me for a minute, his snarl on display, before he settled back on me.
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br />   I sighed before tapping his hand with mine.

  “Rome, I need to turn over!” I grumbled as I tapped onto his arm again with urgency.

  “No. Told you everything will change,” Romanov grumbled sleepily as he moved his hand higher and snuggled closer, moving his head up and resting onto my breast. His shadowing facial hair made me twitch as they brushed against my skin.

  “What do you mean?” I tapped on his arm again with more insistence.

  Finally, Romanov rolled over to the other side of the bed, growling under his breath as he hid his face into a grey pillow. “There’s no winning with you.”

  I grinned brightly, highly amused by his moodiness. My gaze ran over his solid naked back, ripples of muscles sculpting his back perfectly as his dark hair contrasted his fair skin. Slowly, I moved closer to him and wrapped an arm around him, placing a warm kiss on his upper back. Instantly, I felt Romanov freeze under me. His reaction had me smiling wider, and I placed three more on random spots before I rested my cheek against his back.

  “Well, I thought you already knew. You’re not winning until you’re winning me,” I said innocently before placing another kiss on his back. I quickly rushed off into the bathroom, locking the door right on Romanov’s face.

  I took my time. Taking a warm dip in the mornings always seemed like a luxury back in Germany with school and work, but at home, it was always a given, and I enjoyed that to the best I could.

  Walking out of the closet and into the bathroom, I dropped my towel into the dirty laundry basket and slowly padded my way towards the bathroom door, my bare feet making no noise on the tiled flooring as I took the last step towards the door. The awkward uneasiness I felt between my legs calmed while I stood and grasped the knob. I took a deep breath in before releasing it, and then I pulled the door open.

  Walking out into the bedroom with a smile, I noticed two things that seemed to have changed—the bedsheets on the bed were crisp and new, its dark blue hue of the cover reminding me of Romanov’s beast’s fur; and a freshly bathed and changed Romanov now settled onto a large single seater sofa near the balcony.He wore a long-sleeved white shirt folded up to his elbow, a mug of what smelt like coffee in his hand while another steaming mug sat on the coffee table in front of him. His other hand held his iPhone to his ear as he continued to talk to someone on it. Frowning, he took another sip of his coffee and then brought it back down onto the armrest.