Beast
The clatter of plates and quiet chatter faded behind them as Belle followed him down the narrow hallway to the guest room. The house felt suddenly enormous and silent, and every creak of the floorboards sounded amplified.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice low.
Belle nodded, but the tremor in her fingers told him otherwise.
She crossed the room slowly, taking in the small bedroom.
It was his childhood bedroom, but his mother had redecorated since he left home—thank God.
The last thing he wanted was to have to explain the girly posters on the wall and above his bed.
“You did great tonight,” he said, stepping closer, letting the sound of his voice fill the room.
“You know, for your first dinner with my parents, and you handled it like a pro.” Her gaze lifted to his, soft and uncertain, and he caught that familiar pull in his chest—the one that made his body coil and flex like a spring.
She bit her lip, a tiny, human gesture that somehow unraveled him.
“I—I was nervous,” she admitted. “I didn’t want to say something wrong or—”
“You didn’t,” he interrupted, cutting off the worry before it could fully take hold.
“You were perfect. Better than perfect. If anything, I’m the one who should be nervous,” he said.
“You’re the first woman that I’ve ever brought home to meet them, you know, outside of my prom date and that kind of thing.
You’re the first woman that I’ve ever wanted to bring home to meet them. ”
Her lips parted slightly, and he noticed how close she was now—just a step away, but close enough for him to feel the heat radiating off her.
His hands itched to settle on her waist, to pull her closer, but he held himself back, letting the tension build.
Belle moved a little closer on her own, brushing against him when she shifted.
Her eyes flicked to his chest, then back up to his face, searching.
“You’re quiet,” she murmured. “Usually, you have something sarcastic or even dirty to say by now.”
“Not now,” he said, his voice rough and low. “Not when I’m trying to focus on keeping my hands to myself.” He reached out and put his hands on her hips, and he knew that he was on the brink of failure.
Her breath hitched. “You’re failing.”
Beast smirked, a dangerous, slow smile. “Am I?”
She didn’t answer, just leaned in, her forehead brushing his.
The proximity was electric—every nerve in his body humming to life like a live wire.
He wanted to close the distance completely, pulling her against him, and he never wanted to let go.
But he knew that he needed to slow down.
He let his hands hover at her sides, just inches from touching her everywhere that he wanted to, letting the tension between them thrum like a heartbeat in the quiet room.
“Belle,” he murmured, low and steady. “I need you to know something. I’m not letting anyone hurt you.
Not tonight and not ever. And I’m not letting you face anything alone.
Not ever again.” She tilted her head, her eyes searching his, and he saw it—the same trust and heat he felt in every glance she’d given him since that first night in the bar.
“I know,” she whispered, barely audible, as her fingers roamed over his torso.
Beast caught her hand before she could pull back. He lifted it slowly, pressing it against his chest, letting her feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “You belong here,” he said. “You’re safe, right here, with me. Do you understand?”
Belle swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling quickly. “I understand.” That was all he needed.
Beast leaned down just a little, careful and deliberate, letting their foreheads touch again. He could feel her warmth, smell her sweet, comforting, and impossibly intoxicating scent. His thumb brushed her jaw lightly, just enough to draw her eyes to his.
“You make me lose my head,” he admitted, voice low, hoarse. “And I don’t want to. I want to do this right. You know, slow and safe.”
Belle’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Then do it right,” she whispered. “Stay here. Hold me. Don’t let me go.”
Beast didn’t need to be told twice. His arms banded around her, pulling her flush against him, body against body, letting her feel how much he wanted her. She fit against him perfectly, like she had always belonged there, and he swore quietly to himself that he would protect her no matter what.
They stayed that way for a long moment, the room quiet except for their steady breaths and the faint hum of the house around them. Beast could feel her relax in his arms, as her small movements and tiny shifts spoke of trust, comfort, and desire.
He kissed the top of her head softly, slowly, and reverently, holding her close. No words were needed—just the two of them, pressed together, letting the world fall away.
For the first time in a long while, Beast didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to run, and didn’t want to fight anything. He just wanted to stay here, with her, and let the tension simmer quietly between them until it became something more.
“You know, I’ve never had a girl in my childhood bedroom before,” he admitted.
She shyly looked around the room and back at him. “This room doesn’t scream little boy's room,” she teased.
“Well, my mother redecorated when I left home. Did you expect her to keep all of my girly posters?” he asked.
“Oh, girly posters,” she repeated.
“Yeah, but they don’t hold a candle to you, sweetheart,” he breathed. “But when my walls were covered with those women, I used to dream about meeting a woman just like you.”
“And once you met a woman just like me, what did you plan on doing with her?” she asked.
“This,” he breathed, kissing his way down her neck. “And this,” he said, running his hand up under her sweater to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “You’re a very bad girl, aren’t you?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I never used to be, but there’s something about you that makes me want to be bad, Beast. Only for you.
” He couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his chest as he tugged her sweater up over her head.
He couldn’t stop himself from touching her all over as he kissed her this time. He didn’t want to stop.
“What about your parents?” she whispered as he sucked her taut nipple into his mouth.
“What about them?” he asked.
“What if they hear us?” she asked.
“Well, I guess you’re going to have to be quiet,” he teased. Beast knew that there would be no way that she’d be able to stay quiet by the time he finished with her. It had quickly become a challenge for him to make her shout out his name; she just didn’t know it yet.
“You’re not going to play fairly, are you?
” she whispered against his lips. He shook his head, and she giggled.
Beast lifted her into his arms and carried her across the small room to his bed.
It was a double bed, and he wondered how they were going to fit together to sleep, but he’d worry about that later.
Right now, he had better things to think about—like getting Belle completely naked and screaming out his name.
By the time that he stripped her bare, she was already panting with need. “You sure you can be quiet?” he asked.
“No,” she groaned, as his slid down her legs and settled between them. He ate her pussy until she was shouting out his name, taking some sick satisfaction in knowing that he was the one who made her crazy with lust.
“I guess you were right,” he said, kissing his way back up her body.
Beast pulled her to the edge of the bed and unzipped his jeans, letting them slide down his body and hit the wooden floor with a thud.
He stroked his cock as Belle watched him through half-lidded eyes, and he knew that she was still enjoying her post orgasmic haze.
He didn’t give her any warning and just slid into her tight pussy, loving the way that she moaned out his name again, and wrapped her legs around his body. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” he breathed as he pumped in and out of her body.
“You do too,” she whimpered. He could tell that she was close again, and this time, when she found her release, he went with her.
He lost himself deep inside of her as he growled out her name.
Yeah, he didn’t give a fuck that his parents could probably hear the two of them.
The sooner they realized that he and Belle were a permanent thing, the better.
The question was, would she be okay once she figured out that fact?
He hoped like hell that she would be because there was no way he was letting her go now, or ever.
Belle sighed softly against him, warm and content. Beast tightened his hold, burying his face in her hair, and let himself feel the peace that came from protecting someone he wanted more than anything in the world. And in that quiet, small room, he realized he’d never be able to let her go.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he snatched it up when he saw Savage’s name and answered immediately.
“Beast,” Savage’s voice came through, low and clipped. No jokes, no bullshit. “I need you to sit down.” He wasn’t about to tell his Prez that he was lying down with Belle curled naked into his side.
Beast frowned. “What the hell’s going on?”
“Shane followed you.” Savage didn’t even pause. He just blurted out the news.
Beast’s stomach went ice-cold. He stole a quick glance at Belle. She was awake and watching him with her big eyes, her hand finding his on instinct. “Followed us?” he asked slowly. “To New York?”
Savage’s growl came through the line. “Yeah, New York. He followed you to Yonkers. Doesn’t matter how fast you drove; he kept tabs on you and found you. I don’t know if he saw your parents’ place yet, but he’s tailing somewhere close. You need to move now.”
Belle’s voice, quiet and shaky, reached him. “Why would he come all the way up here?” she asked.