Chapter 34 – LISA
LISA
The kisses he’s given me since finding out I’m pregnant have been cautious and restrained. This, one hand fisted in my hair, leaning over me and overpowering each and every one of my senses, is Beau off the leash.
The hem of his shirt in my hand now, I yank it up, but I’ll never be able to pull it over his head from this angle. He breaks the kiss long enough to pull it off, and I run my hands across his stomach, my fingers finding nothing but smooth, undamaged skin where I witnessed blood pouring out of him.
My brain still can't reconcile everything, but now isn’t the time to get hung up on that.
His hands tug on my trousers, and I lean back on my elbows and let him drag them off, tossing them behind him somewhere. My bra follows, flying across the room and landing on a lamp, and then his mouth is on my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breast, his hands everywhere, greedy and rough.
"I want to see your bear." The words come out breathless as I stroke his cock, spreading the copious amounts of precum over the head, eager to taste him again.
He laughs against my throat, the steady vibrations from his chest almost hypnotising as I struggle to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through me from every tiny touch and sound. "Maybe outside would be a better idea.”
Forcing my eyes open, I look around my bedroom. It’s big but not let’s invite a wild animal in here big. Anyway, that would mean stopping what we’re doing. And I definitely don’t want to do that. "Fair point."
When his jeans hit the floor, boxers tangled up inside them, I wrap my hand around him fully, thick and hard. His hips jerk, and the groan that comes out of him makes my dripping core clench.
I’m about to lean forward and take him into my mouth when he pulls back and drops to his knees in front of me.
He hooks his thumbs into my lacy panties, already soaked through, and peels them off, inch by inch, down my legs and past my ankles.
On his way back up, his mouth drags along my inner thigh from my knee to my hip, and my pussy trembles, shivering when he parts my legs abruptly and presses a gentle kiss to my mound.
I know I’m in for something spectacular, but his eyes are wild, shifting from feral and untamed to reverent and tender. If that’s his bear fighting for control, maybe he doesn’t know what’s about to happen either.
"Up," he demands, but he's already lifting me.
He tosses me further up the bed, covering me the moment my spine hits the mattress, his significant weight pressing me into it.
The full length of him is hot against my stomach, and I arch against him, needy and wanton.
I reach between us and guide him to my entrance, lifting my hips, expecting him to drive home immediately.
Except he doesn’t. Just stares down at me, eyes trailing over every inch of me, to where we’re joined together.
“You’re beautiful. That’s the most perfect sight a man could ever wish to see.”
I writhe under him as an uncontrollable need, something primal, drives me to push my hips toward him, taking the head inside my body, the fullness so satisfying, my eyes roll back into my head.
But it’s still not enough. I want it all.
“My needy little mate wants more?” he teases, his voice so rough and husky that it tickles my spine when his breath hits my ear.
“Do you want me to take you, Lisa? Putting a cub inside your belly isn’t enough?
You want my cock in your pussy, my seed dripping down your thigh as I sink my teeth into your fragile human skin and make you mine forever? ”
The noise I make is desperate as I buck up against him, wanting… no. Craving exactly what he just said.
“You want to be mine? To belong to me, body and soul. To let me bury my scent under your skin so everyone knows exactly whose you are?”
I’m up on my shoulders now, arching as much as I can into him, his huge cock still only halfway inside me, as he drives me higher and higher with his filthy words. I want all of those things, more now than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t fuck me right now and bite me, hard, so hard that it hurts.
“Please, Beau. Please.”
I’m frantic, desperate, as I claw at him, begging him to put me out of my misery and fill me to the hilt.
With a look of smug satisfaction, he rolls his hips, the noise he makes pushing inside me is so possessive and so raw—a sound no human man would make.
Pleasure and relief flood me as he pulls back and drives in hard again.
I cry out, my nails raking down his back as I cling to him, afraid to let go in case he stops.
There's no slow build this time. He's relentless from the first stroke, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, his hips snapping against mine with a force that shoves me up the bed.
Leila assured me that sex is fine, even vigorous shifter sex, and I pray to god that she’s right.
"You feel so fucking good," he growls against my ear, his free hand gripping my thigh, hitching my leg higher, allowing it to go deeper. The angle changes, and he hits a spot that makes my whole body clench, my breath catching. "Every time. Every fucking time."
My wrists strain against his grip, but he holds them firm, his mouth working down my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point. Every thrust drives the air out of me in sharp gasps. The headboard knocks against the wall but neither of us cares.
"Harder." The word leaves me before I can think about it, and he obeys, his pace brutal, his breathing ragged. I wrap my legs around his waist, my thighs shaking against his hips.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. “You’re perfect for me. The one. The only one.”
He releases my wrists and flips me onto my stomach in one motion, pulling my hips up and pushing back inside me from behind. The change is devastating, deeper at this angle, and I bury my face in the pillow and moan.
Hand sliding up my spine, he grips the back of my neck and eases me upright until my shoulders rest against his chest, my body stretched, and my back arches dramatically with him still buried deep inside me.
In the mirror on the dresser opposite, my reflection stares back at me, flushed, looking thoroughly fucked, mouth open, with his huge frame behind me and his arm wrapped around my waist.
Looking like he owns me.
"Look at us," he murmurs against my ear, his eyes finding mine in the glass, amber and glowing. "See what you do to me."
He rolls his hips, and the slow, angled grind, his cock rubbing against the front of my channel, makes my head fall back against his shoulder. His hand slides from my waist to my breast, cupping, squeezing, his thumb circling my nipple while his other drops between my legs and finds my clit.
"That's it." His voice is gravel in my ear, forcing more shivers down my spine, my nipples tightening even more. "Watch."
My eyes lock onto the mirror. His slick fingers work between my thighs, his cock buried inside me, the muscles in his forearms flexing with each slow thrust. The build is devastating, pressure coiling tight and low.
"Beau, I'm going to come."
His eyes burn into mine. "Not yet."
He slows his hips, drawing it out, keeping me on the edge to torture me, showing me exactly how in control he is. His mouth finds the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, the bruise from the other night, and he presses his lips against it.
"Only when I tell you."
I whimper, and his arms tighten around me, reassuring me, letting me know he’s got this. Got me. In the mirror, his lips peel back from the mark, and his teeth are visible. They’re longer, sharper than before, canines extended.
“Don’t move,” he whispers, lips grazing my skin. He presses them against my neck, just enough pressure to dent the flesh, and the sting makes me gasp, more in anticipation than fear.
Beau doesn't bite. He waits, eyes locked on mine in the mirror, his hips still moving in that slow, torturous rhythm.
"Tell me you're sure."
I don’t even need to think about it. "I'm sure."
"Tell me you're mine, Lisa. Forever.”
There’s a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, and I feel his concern deep inside my chest. He needs to be certain.
"I'm yours. And I love you, Beau. Make us a family. Make us one." My voice is strong and steady as my hand reaches back and grips his hair. "Do it."
His hips drive up hard, his fingers pressing against my clit, and the orgasm slams through me so powerful, it leaves me breathless.
At the peak of it, his teeth sink into the junction of my neck and shoulder, deep and deliberate, and the pain is bright and hot for only a single second before it's swallowed by a rush that has nothing to do with sex.
His heartbeat floods into my chest, a second pulse behind my own, now steady and strong. It has to be the bond. His bear is there, a warm, enormous presence pressing against the insides of my ribs, rumbling with a satisfaction so deep it shakes through me.
Not his words, not his thoughts. Just him.
Beau comes with his teeth still in me, his entire body shuddering, his arms crushing me against him, with a raw sound tearing out of his throat that rattles the mirror on the dresser and reverberates off the walls, sending another mini orgasm pulsing through me.
When his mouth releases the mark, his tongue traces the wound, soothing the sting, and his heavy breathing is ragged against my neck. His hand splays across my stomach, covering the place where our cub is growing, and his bear's pride deepens.
“Mine.”
His forehead drops against my shoulder, and my hand finds his on my stomach.
Stroking his hair while he recovers, I stare at us, finally together in every way.
In the mirror, the mark on my neck is vivid, red and raised, but it’s already beginning to change at the edges as the sting starts fading away.
Beau’s eyes find it in the glass, and his grip on me tightens. “That looks good on you.”
He eases out of me gently and lowers me onto the bed, and what follows is the opposite of what just happened.
Slowly, carefully, his mouth traces every inch of me, pressing kisses to my stomach, the mark on my neck, the insides of my wrists.
His hands smooth across my skin, gentle where they were rough minutes ago.
He pulls the duvet over us and wraps himself around me, his chest against my back, his hand on my stomach, his mouth resting against the fresh mark as exhaustion tugs at me, threatening to pull me under.
"Stay there." He kisses the mark and climbs out of bed, pulling on his boxers, and a few seconds later, water starts running in the bathroom down the hall, the smell of a bubble bath drifting to me.
Lying in the dim light, my hand goes to the mark on my neck.
The skin is tender and raised, but just brushing against it sends a jolt of desire between my aching thighs.
Through the bond, his contentment touches me as he moves through my house, settled and calm in a way he hasn't been since I've known him.
He comes back and leans in the doorway, one shoulder against the frame, taking me in with a sexy smile on his rugged face. His dark hair is messy, his broad muscular chest is bare, and just the sight of him has my pulse kicking up all over again.
"No, none of that. You need to rest. Bath's running."
I push up on one elbow and give him an apologetic smile. "I can’t help it. You look good in my house, Beau."
His mouth curves, and through the bond, I feel his joy and adoration. He’s so happy. And he really wants this, me, our future. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. In fact, if you’re going to run baths for me and spoil me, maybe I should keep you around."
“Is that so?” He crosses the room and kisses me, so much emotion pouring from him into me through this bond that tears prick my eyes. “Well, good, because I love you too. So spoiling you is exactly what I plan to do. And you’re officially mine now, so you don’t have much choice about it.”