Beast (MC Fables #1)

Chapter 39

CHAPTER 39

B ELLE

“We should eat,” he rasps deeply. “Let’s see what we have in the kitchen.”

“I’m not hungry,” I reply, wanting more of him. All of him. Again, and again, and again.

“I will feed you, and you will eat, little one. You are going to need your strength.”

“Why?”

“Because when we come back to bed I’m not going to let you sleep until the sun comes up and you can’t walk.”

I grin up at him, soft and content. “Well, when you put it like that.”

We pull on our clothes, and I’m surprised I can even walk.

The clubhouse is quiet as we make our way along the hallway and down the grand staircase to the kitchen.

“Wow,” I say, walking into the massive kitchen. It’s a chef’s dream. Gleaming stainless steel appliances. Abundant counterspace. Giant fridges.

Beast effortlessly lifts me onto the countertop, then walks over to one of the refrigerators. “What do you feel like eating?”

I watch him standing at the open doors and absorb his muscular, inked back and the broad shoulders that seem bigger than humanly possible. His body is spectacular and lust surges through me when I think about all the things it just did to me.

He brings over a bowl of fresh strawberries and a carton of ice cream, and standing between my legs, starts to feed the strawberries to me. He chooses a plump one, picks off the green leaves, and eases it between my lips.

“God that tastes good.” I groan, licking the juice from my lips.

He feeds me another, and then I do the same for him. Picking a big one, I pull off the leaves and then slide it between his lips. He swallows it down but catches my lips with his, and I kiss the sugar from his lips.

He chuckles, and it’s the most beautiful sound.

I suddenly feel very connected to him. To this place. To us. And I want to know more about him. Who he is. What he likes. Everything .

He retrieves a spoon from the drawer and rolls it through the ice cream, and slides it into my mouth, his eyes darkening as he watches me suck the ice cream off the edge.

He scoops more onto the spoon and devours it and when I see the flash of his tongue, I start to think watching Beast eat ice cream is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

I reach up and trace a finger along one of his scars and his smile fades and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat.

“Will you tell me what happened?” I whisper.

He puts down the ice cream and begins to tell me his story.