Chapter 20
Weston’s massive body colliding with mine shoves me against the tree. Rough bark bites into my cheek as his cock spreads me wide, filling me so completely that it erases all my worries about what’s coming.
It’s impossible to think about the past or the future when the present is so damn all-consuming.
And that’s what Weston does.
I release a groan, struggling to adjust to the sudden invasion and the overwhelming feeling of being complete for the first time in my life.
Good God…
This is it.
What I’ve been missing.
What I’ve been searching for.
What only he can ever give me.
He feathers his lips over the corner of mine, and he tilts my head back so he can kiss me—a deep, demanding, full-mouthed, devastating act that makes me contract around him, feverishly trying to keep him inside.
With a satisfied groan, he drags his hips back, then slams into me, rocking me forward violently. Gasping, I drop my temple to the only thing keeping me on my feet and try to grip it with shaking hands in a frantic attempt to cling to anything to get the stability I need before he drives forward again.
The head of his cock hitches inside me on his retreat, and my legs buckle on a shockwave of ecstasy. He growls low and slides his hand around my stomach to hold me steady, never breaking his rhythm.
And he won’t.
He will offer no quarter.
Give me no reprieve.
Thrust after unforgiving thrust, he plunges into me, tightening his hold, other hand braced against the trunk above my head.
Rain continues to fall around us, and the sounds of it hitting the leaves in the canopy above create an almost calming melody juxtaposed with the harsh, fast, rough pace Weston has set.
I manage to open my eyes long enough to catch a glimpse of him—wild, black gaze locked on me, jaw clenched, neck muscles straining. But it isn’t from him trying to restrain anything. It’s more like he’s caught in a frenzy to get deeper, as if he’s chasing something he can’t quite reach.
So many things have plagued this man.
So many ghosts have haunted him.
But this is his chance to unleash them.
And out here, with him taking me from behind, pinning me to the goddamn tree, surrounded by nothing but hundreds of miles of wilderness and the storm raging above us, it all feels so much more real.
Necessary.
Primal.
Fundamental to our survival.
And it just might be for Weston, for The Beast.
For who he was and what he wants to be.
Tears fill my eyes, and I squeeze them closed, trying to stop myself from crying, but Weston pulls his hips back and slams into me again, this time hard enough that I feel it all the way to my soul.
It’s like he’s cementing himself inside me, drilling home the fact that I belong to him, carving it into me so deeply that I’ll never be able to forget it.
As if I ever could.
He kisses his way to my ear with every thrust, timing each press of his lips with every move of his hips. The tears burn hotter until one finally trickles out of the corner of my eye.
Weston licks it off and issues a low growl. “Why are you crying, Beauty? You asked for this. This is what you wanted.”
He grinds into me and stills with his massive cock filling me so completely. His hand slides down from my stomach between my legs and finds my clit, and he swirls the rough pad of a finger there. I buck in his hold, and he nips at my ear.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, Beauty? My cock buried in you, your face against this tree, completely at my mercy?”
I whimper and nod as more tears fall. “Yeah…yeah…yes.”
“Good.”
He growls again, then withdraws and powers into me even harder, adding a little twist of his hips at the end that makes me see stars. “I’ll take you like this anytime you want me to, Beauty.” His fingers brush a strand of hair off my forehead, and he tucks it behind my ear before licking the rim. “I love seeing you like this almost as much as I do watching you ride me.”
Oh, God.
My pussy ripples and clenches around his cock, which only seems to spur him on more, make him push harder and faster, until my legs are trembling so badly that they completely give out.
Using his body to keep me upright, Weston grips my chin. “You’re going to come again for me, Beauty.”
I nod because I’m so fucking close already, so close I can taste it, along with the crisp moisture in the air.
He pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger and twists.
My hips buck , but he keeps driving into me, keeps me completely at his mercy, directing me where and how he wants me.
My tears fall in earnest now, like the rain, cascading down, completely unbidden. I couldn’t stop them now, even if I tried. Nor would I want to.
Just like the water falling from the sky around us, they feel like a cleansing force, one that will come and go and leave me in a different headspace that I’ll need to face whatever’s coming without any hangups, secrets, or misconceptions.
And that energy building inside me will release it all.
If I can just get there.
Almost as if he can feel how close I am, Weston suddenly slows his pace, changing up to long, slow strokes that allow me to feel every inch of him gliding in and retreating. He pauses with the head of his cock barely inside me, and I clench around him and roll my hips.
He issues a low hiss in my ear. “I never knew I could experience Heaven until I felt your cunt, Beauty.”
Those words from that mouth…
They’re almost enough to do the trick.
I start shaking again, and he flicks his finger across my clit. The jolt of electricity shoots up through my core and spreads through my body, but it isn’t enough.
I’m right there, dangling over the precipice, begging to fall, and he knows it. He’s holding me there, allowing me to hang by a single thread, letting me know that he’s in control of my pleasure.
In this moment.
Forever.
And reminding me that I asked for this, that I practically demanded it from him.
“Do you want to come on my cock, Beauty?”
I whimper and nod, the motion rubbing my face against the bark again. At this point, I’ll surely wear a mark there, evidence of our little game that he seems to be winning most handedly.
“What if I said I wasn’t going to let you?”
Wait, what?
His words finally start to register, breaking through the fog already starting to form around my brain. I open my eyes and glance back at him. “W-why would you do that?”
A spark ignites in his eyes. “So you can see what kind of a beast I really am.”
I shake my head, trying to catch my breath enough to actually speak. “You might be a beast, but you aren’t a cruel one. I could never think of you that way again.”
His eyes flare wide at my words, and it’s his turn to release a little strangled sound from deep in his throat. “You know exactly what to say to undo me, Beauty.”
I clamp around the head of his cock again and hold his gaze, allowing my plea to be clear. “Please…”
He knows what I want, what I need—the very thing he’s threatening to withhold.
But I see it in his gaze.
That I’m right.
Weston is brutal, unrelenting, and deadly, but he isn’t cruel.
He releases a little sigh of resignation, then draws his hips back and slams into me, driving himself to the hilt only to do it again and again, allowing his cock to hit me in exactly the right place.
A tidal wave of ecstasy that smells like fall rain and Weston rolls over me, washing away any potential regret, drowning all the wondering if we’re doing the right thing, dousing the flames of uncertainty about our future.
Gripping my hips, Weston unleashes everything he’s been holding back and pummels me, drawing out my own bliss, until he finally releases a primal scream that echoes across the mountain and comes.
His body twitches as he tugs on my hair to angle my head back and give him access to my mouth. He devours me with a searing kiss that makes my clit throb, then tears his lips from mine. “You are fucking stunning, Beauty. You did so well and took my cock perfectly.”
Sighing at his compliment, I sag back into his hold, allowing him to take control of the body he already owns because I am lost to the world.
I would kill to stay like this forever, with my cock seated deep inside her, my mouth pressed to her wet skin, those soft little pants slipping from her lips as she tries to regain her breath after the cataclysmic orgasm I just gave her.
I’d love to relish the moment, the gentle sound of the falling rain, the crickets coming to life as the sun goes down, but I can’t, not tonight.
Maybe not ever.
Not when there’s still so much to accomplish, to get prepared for. Not when Wendy will send her crew for us sooner rather than later. I’d be surprised if they didn’t come tonight, if they weren’t already on their way up here.
Callista turns her head, her eyelids fluttering open to half-mast, her lust-soaked gaze unfocused. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head and kiss her cheek. “Nothing, Beauty, just wishing we could stay like this longer.”
She releases a little sigh of acceptance. “But we have to go in.”
The disappointment in her voice makes me grin. Just knowing she feels the same way, that she would rather remain wrapped up together like this forever, if possible, is enough to make everything we’ve been through so far worth it.
“We have to go in, Beauty. I have more work to do to prepare.”
A shudder rolls through her, and I pull her away from the tree trunk and up against me fully so the heat of my body radiates into hers that’s been chilled by the cool night air and the falling rain.
But it just as easily could have come from the realization that our fight is long from over.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Callista. They won’t touch you again, I promise.”
She releases a little hiccupped sob, the sound so full of despair that it makes my heart clench.
My Beauty doesn’t believe me.
Can’t trust in my words.
Why should she?
All I’ve done is keep things from her and do things to push her away. I should have embraced her from that first night, offered her true comfort and companionship instead of trying to buy her affection. Every single thing I’ve done has been wrong, yet somehow, I still ended up winning.
Because I have her in my arms now.
And can’t lose her again.
I will not let Wendy destroy the first true thing I’ve ever had that was actually mine.
Callista has seen the worst of me and still welcomed me into her heart and body, and I will not lose that precious gift any more than I could pull that trigger when Father asked.
I gently nudge her head back until I can see her eyes. “You have my word, Beauty, and I never break that. Never.”
Another tear slides from her eye, mixing with the rain still falling from the branches above us, but she gives me a tiny nod of acknowledgment. I kiss her fiercely, inhaling the sweet taste of her lips when what I really want is my mouth on her cunt right now.
A groan vibrates through my chest at the mere thought of her riding my face, and I tear my lips from hers. “Let’s get you inside so I can finish you off before I finish my work.”
Her eyes flare slightly, and her pussy clenches around my still-hard cock buried inside her. If she keeps doing that, we won’t get back to the house anytime soon.
Reluctantly, I drag back my hips, pulling out of her and eliciting a little whimper. We both feel that loss of connection instantly, the chilly damp air hitting our wet skin, and I chuckle at her little shiver, then slowly release her head and reach down to tug up her underwear and pants.
I slip them back into place and do the same with my jeans while keeping one hand on her hip to steady her. She watches me expectantly, and I scoop her up into my arms, fighting a grin.
Her lips curl into a smile, and she wraps her arms around my neck and snuggles deep. “And we’re back to this…”
My laughter floats through the air as I make my way through the trees and rain toward the house. “I guess so, Beauty.”
Only this time, she can’t walk because I’ve made her legs useless with my cock, not because she was running away terrified.
I finally break free of the trees and cross the clearing to climb onto the porch. My gaze naturally drifts to the gap between the boards where Callista’s heel got stuck that night, and I grin at her.
“Do you still have those heels up in the room?”
Her brows rise, and her own gaze darts there before she grins. “I do…”
“Good. Because I have ideas. So many ideas.”
And once all this is behind us, I will be using them.
I open the front door and step into the foyer, using my booted foot to close it behind me. The warmth of the house emanating from a massive fireplace draws me into the living room, and I set her down on the chair where I spent so many nights alone, staring into the flames and dreaming about things I never thought I could have. Like the beautiful woman before me, settled in my chair, eyes still hooded, a dreamlike quality over them.
“Wait here, Beauty.”
She nods, and I stalk over to the fireplace to stoke it, adding on a few more logs to ensure it will keep going until I’m finished with her. The flames catch almost instantly and tower up, the scent of the burning wood soothing as I inhale a deep breath.
Despite the damp clothes and skin, heat rushes through me as I turn and look at Callista.
Her blond hair darkened and matted down by the rain, T-shirt and pants clinging to her curves, muddy shoes resting on the wooden floors.
She’s a beautiful mess.
But only one word comes to mind, screaming through my head so loudly I’m surprised she can’t hear it.
Mine.
I was an idiot to think I could bring Callista Fox into my house and she would ever leave, that I would ever be able to let her go.
Wendy knew exactly what she was doing, sending this woman to me.
Father always said my conscience was my greatest weakness, but Wendy always knew me far better. It isn’t my conscience at all. It’s the heart that beats in my chest. It’s the regret I always felt squarely under my ribs when I hurt anyone, even if it was justified in my head or on paper.
No one would ever believe it—The Beast with a heart.
But it beats a rapid tattoo now for the woman in front of me.
I approach her slowly, each step widening her eyes slightly as she watches me in anticipation, and when I finally reach her, I kneel down and spread her thighs open, allowing myself to slip in closer.
Her hooded green eyes assess me as I grip the waistband of her pants. “What are you doing? You just—”
I raise a brow, silencing her objections. “Came inside you?”
She pulls her lip between her teeth and nods, a pink flush spreading across the tops of her breasts, up her neck, and over her cheeks.
I smirk at her as I tug on the material, urging her to lift her hips and let me slide it down. She complies, and I pull off her shoes and strip her bare before leaning forward so I can kiss her softly, not the harsh, frantic kisses of earlier.
“I want to know what we taste like together.”
Saying the words is enough to make my already hard cock ache to be inside her again, and she moans gently against my lips and shifts, her thighs squeezing the outside of mine. Apparently, she’s just as affected by them as I am.
I chuckle and slip back, dipping my head to the apex of her thighs and gliding my tongue along the inside damp, cool skin.
Her whole body trembles, her fingers digging into the leather of the chair, making it creak. “Oh, fuck…”
Head dropped back, she twists and contorts in my hold, and I have barely even touched her. I run my hands from her knees up her inner thighs and spread her wider so I can see her release and mine glistening in the firelight.
“Do you know how beautiful you are like this, with my come dripping out of you?”
“Jesus…” Her voice comes breathy and wavers, like she’s struggling to speak. “Don’t say things like that to me, Weston.”
I raise a brow and wait, and she lifts her head to meet my gaze.
“Why not?”
Her eyes gleam, reflecting the flames behind me. “Because it makes it impossible for me to think.”
A grin tugs at my lips. “And why is that a bad thing, Beauty?”
She shakes her head, threading her fingers through my wet hair. “It isn’t, but—”
“No buts.”
We don’t have time for buts.
I drop my head and bury my face in her cunt, shoving my tongue into her before she can talk herself out of just relaxing and letting me work her over.
Every single time we’re together, Callista manages to say or do something that completely unravels me and continues to twist up everything I thought I knew about myself.
And as I taste us together, I’m absolutely convinced that this night will end with me buried between her legs again and Wendy just fucking buried.