Chapter Seven Sarah #2
Hudson slowly shook his head. “It’s not us he’s after, love.”
Fuck.
He was coming for me.
My heartbeat thrummed wildly as I watched the Beast close the distance between us. As my chest rose and fell in harsh pants, all intelligent thought escaped me. I’d never had this reaction to any man at a hunt. There had been desire and anticipation and longing.
But there had never been anything as mind-altering and consuming as my current need for the Beast.
The world around me slowed to a crawl as he finally loomed over me. At that moment, the crowd melted away. It was just the two of us caught up in a storm of desire.
“Hello,” his automated voice purred, sending searing heat to my core.
For a moment, I couldn’t form words. I merely stared at him in disbelief. After Hudson nudged me, I finally whispered, “Hello.”
His gaze dropped to my wrist where my blue ribbon was tied. “Give me your ribbon,” he commanded.
His presence had me spinning so wildly that I wasn’t fully immersed in the scene. “That isn’t how a knight should speak to a lady,” I teasingly replied.
The Beast tilted his head at me. A few seconds ticked agonizingly by. “Do you want to be fucked like a lady or fucked like my whore?”
“Holy. Fuck,” Hudson muttered behind me.
I swallowed hard as I tried to control my erratic breathing. “Like your whore.”
“Good girl.”
Those words coupled with the purr of the automator shot straight to my pussy, causing my walls to preemptively tremble.
With a flick of his wrist, the Beast demanded, “Now give me your ribbon.”
With trembling fingers, I reached to untie the silky material. In my anxiousness, I tugged too hard, causing a knot. “Shit,” I hissed, as mortification rocketed through me. I wouldn’t have blamed him for having second thoughts about choosing me considering I’d already been a mouthy brat and clumsy.
As two enormous hands came to my wrist, I sucked in a breath. The heat from his touch burned through my skin. Although his tattooed fingers were thick, they somehow managed to untie the ribbon.
Glancing up at him, I stared into the dark, soulless eyes of his mask. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome.”
After handing him the ribbon, he leaned over to bring the mouth of his mask to the shell of my ear. “Is your cunt dripping for me?”
“Yes, sir.” Easing back, I stared into the mask’s eyes. “It’s trickling down my thighs.”
His enormous hand cupped my cheeks. “Just wait until I fuck you, and you drench the two of us in your cum.”
Oh God. Was this real life? Was the most perfect specimen of a man–my absolute fantasy come to life–about to give me the most hardcore fuck of my life? I whimpered at the mental image.
Although I was someone who always exuded discipline and patience, I shocked myself by whimpering, “Please, sir.”
“Please what?”
My heartbeat thrummed like a hummingbird’s wings. Licking my lips, I said, “Chase me.”
A chuckle rumbled through his mask. “The hunt hasn’t started.”
Tilting my chin, I countered, “But you’re the Beast. You can do what you want.”
The thick pad of his thumb traced over my bottom lip. “While that’s tempting, I don’t want to piss the predators off any more than I already have.”
Furrowing my brows, I asked, “What did you do?”
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
When I flicked my tongue against his thumb, he shuddered. “You’re making it very hard for me not to be a demanding prick right now.”
“Am I allowed to speak freely for a moment?”
“Since I’m intrigued, yes.”
“I like being a bad influence.”
“Is that true, ozornaya devochka?”
I sucked in a breath. “Just when I thought I was about to combust, you go and use a foreign language on me.”
“Do you find that sexy?”
A nervous laugh huffed from my lips. “It would be hard to find a woman who didn’t think it was incredibly sexy.”
“You would be surprised.” He leaned in closer to me. “Especially when they find out it’s Russian.”
“I would’ve guessed something Slavic.”
“Would you?”
I nodded. “I’ve treated a lot of patients from that region.”
FUCK. Had I actually let my profession slip while shamelessly flirting?
“Are you a nurse?”
Since I wasn’t completely locked into the scene, I allowed my bratty side to overtake my submissive one. Jutting my chin up, I challenged, “Why didn’t you ask if I was a doctor?”
He chuckled. “I wasn’t being sexist. I was merely giving you an out in case you’d revealed too much.”
“Oh,” I murmured.
And then something seemed to switch over in him. His once relaxed and amused stance turned stiff and authoritative. “While I might not be a misogynist, I am a Dom, and if you’re going to be my scene partner, you need to know I don’t fuck with brats.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Good. Excuse me for a moment.”
Once I was alone again, all my bones and muscles turned to mush, and I slumped to the side. When I threw a glance over my shoulder, Hudson and Archie remained a respectful distance away wearing expressions of complete shock.
I mouthed, “Oh my God” to which they both nodded. After whipping my gaze back over my shoulder, I trailed the Beast across the room where he spoke to a man. The man merely nodded, and then the Beast turned to start back to me.
Before he could reach me, a ringing bell came over our heads, sending a rush of excited chatter through the crowd.
It was the warning bell.
The hunt was about to begin early.
And all because the Beast had requested it.