Chapter 12
Sloane
I wasn’t musically inclined.
When I was seven, my mother had tried to force piano lessons on me.
After two weeks, my teacher ran away screaming since I was not only tone deaf, but my memorization skills were subpar.
The truth was something entirely different.
I hadn’t been able to stand the woman and had done everything in my power to torture her.
However, that didn’t mean I hadn’t been a terrible student or her accusation about me being tone deaf wasn’t spot on.
I found that out by joining the high school chorus. My two best friends had done so and we’d been the three musketeers. Why not? The music director had literally gone gray during the two months she’d tolerated me.
So no, I would never claim to understand music.
My frank admittance didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy music or didn’t have my favorite song or even band. I did.
I’d found early on I adored heavy metal music. The high energy sound had helped me work and put me to sleep. Call me crazy, but there was nothing like hearing Korn to get me to nod off.
Which was why one song in particular suited the man to perfection.
‘The Animal’ by Disturbed. Holy goodness, the music suited him perfectly. He was a wild man in body and in spirit.
Prickles of heat swarmed every inch of my body, parts of me burning up alive from the spanking. I could not believe the man had spanked me. Who did he think he was? I was mortified, forced to fan my face from the sheer sensation of being suffocated.
I was even unsteady on my feet while flashes of light flooded my periphery of vision.
But the embarrassment didn’t stop there.
The moment the doors opened, a group of people were standing in the hallway on the floor where I was staying.
Every one of them was wide eyed. A nagging group of jabs hit the back of my mind.
They all knew what we’d done behind the steel doors.
Thank God, the costumes were in place. Without saying a word, I snatched the helmet from the floor, forgetting all about how short the skirt on the costume was.
A dark male groan of unrestricted pleasure was a clear indication I’d just flashed them my red butt.
With a smile on my face, I jerked the skirt over my bottom, instantly reminded of the dastardly deed my companion had just concluded. My butt hurt, every swish of the scratchy material a brutal reminder.
“Come on, honey. I know exactly which sex toy will soothe your nerves.” If the man thought he was going to rattle me, he had another think coming. He pressed his palm on the small of my back while leading me through the group of gawkers.
I allowed him to take a couple of steps before turning to face him in front of the group.
For anyone to see, I created a mournful look that I suspected managed to break free of the gawdy makeup.
“I’m just so sorry, baby, that you’ll never have use of that big…
fat… cock. I’m going to miss riding you like a wild stallion, but maybe you can watch when I fuck your best friend. ”
The gasps were delicious and I resisted smiling in satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Beck’s eyes flashed and I had a feeling I was about to get into big trouble.
Why was it that teasing him was so easy, so enjoyable?
In truth, the way I was reacting to him was as if I’d known him my entire life and we were best friends.
Granted, would I be so open with my crude behavior if I wasn’t hidden by globs of body paint and a wig I might keep in my wardrobe for future cosplay? Likely not.
Maybe that was my issue. I’d missed being able to completely let go around someone. I’d been forced to keep my guard up every hour of every day. With Beck, not only did he provide a safe zone, but he also embraced my silliness.
But as I gripped his hands, walking backward as I pulled him down the hallway, the frivolity from only moments before had already begun to fade, giving a wide berth to the raging desire I’d felt all over again once inside the arena.
Seeing him on the way had driven a series of dark fantasies into my system that could only be described as providing a sizzling space for the dark girl inside to come out and play.
He said nothing during our stroll, but he also didn’t need to. His jaw was tightly clenched, his chest rising and falling. While I might not know how the transformation into his wolf began, I had to believe it began with heavy breathing.
I had to let go of his hands to find the room keycard and as soon as I did, he wrapped his huge body around mine, placing one hand on the doorjamb. The close quarters created a vacuum. Could it actually become any hotter between us?
There wasn’t a minute wasted when I opened the door. He dropped the trash bag after kicking the door closed, his eyes narrowing once again as he stared at me. When I didn’t drop my purse quickly enough, he yanked the strap off my shoulder, pitching the bag hallway across the room.
The hard thud brought him a satisfied smile.
Thankfully, he was more careful with the liquor, pulling out a bottle of tequila while placing the others on the edge of the dresser near the door. While we both continued to overheat, he cracked the bottle, taking a huge swig.
The sloshing sound of the liquid wasn’t the only noise in the room. Nothing could muffle the rattling beat of my heart. When he handed me the bottle, our fingers collided, my gasp allowing a slow, seductive smile to cross his face.
Why was the thought of drinking from the bottle so damn hot?
Almost as much as fucking him. I took a huge gulp, tipping my head back as I swallowed.
I sensed he was paying very close attention to every move I made.
His rattled breathing brought to mind his wolf.
A low and steady growl that would terrify most people.
Only I wasn’t most people.
I took another sip, putting the bottle on the dresser before taking a step toward him. He knew exactly what I was doing, fisting my hair and pressing his mouth onto mine. As the tequila flowing into his mouth, he swept his tongue inside just once.
Only because I pushed him away, determined to keep him on a short leash.
As I’d done in the hallway, I walked backward only this time removing clothes. He did the same, both of us under duress to hurry in shedding our clothes. With the costumes turning into a hindrance, I was the first one to groan my displeasure.
He was the first to rip seams on the fake hockey jersey, grinning as soon as he did. The room was stuffy. Too stuffy. Or maybe I was just overheated. Air. I needed air or I would soon suffocate and it would be a horrific shame to die before being allowed to enjoy another round of intense passion.
My fingers fumbled as I tried to open the door to the terrace, finally managing to do so before he crowded my space. As nervous laughter erupted between us, I continued backing away, stopping only long enough to shimmy the skirt over my hips.
The action brought his raging desire to the surface, which in turn allowed me to indulge in his carnal expression.
His patience was waning. As soon as he removed his pants, he tossed them without paying any attention to what he was doing or the direction he’d pitched them.
As with all catastrophes, the jeans flew out the open set of French doors not just onto the balcony, but slamming against the railing in such a way the material started to slip over the edge.
The incident happened as if in slow motion, which was likely why I reacted without thinking.
I flew out the door to retrieve his clothes.
There was no thought to the fact I was completely naked or that the hotel faced a crowded side street with direct access to one of the busiest roads in the entire country.
I also had no thought to my own safety. Or maybe I honestly believed that I was some superheroine incapable of getting hurt, bones crushed to splinters or having my head cracked open on the pavement below.
When my feet left the floor, the momentum was too significant and before I realized what was happening, I was flying. Right over the top railing with a trajectory that when I started to fall, there would be nothing to stop me.
Except for maybe the roof of a vehicle below.
Just when I realized I would likely end up in a hospital if not the morgue, warm and very strong hands grabbed me in midair, holding me aloft for a few seconds before pulling me to safety.
I was dragged away from the edge, gasping for air while powerful arms were wrapped around my waist and one very hard, throbbing cock was pressed against my aching butt.
The rush of adrenaline was spectacular, but the realization I’d almost been reduced to half my size from impact didn’t really have the effect as it should. Instead, I was fascinated by Beck managing to save me.
“How did you do that?”
He lifted my arm, brushing the rough pads of his fingers down my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake until he reached what I had in a death grip in my hand. “It’s magic.” He lowered his head until our lips were almost touching.
“Magic, huh?”
“Much needed around a woman who believes she has nine lives.”
“I am kitty, hear me roar,” I managed, tingling from his touch. “At least I saved your jeans from certain… death.”
“You’re not going to put yourself into any further danger.” He plucked the pants from my hand, much more careful where he tossed them.
“You’re going to make certain of that?” With my hand freed, I placed both on his chest, kneading his muscles while swooning.
“Yes, I am.” He cupped my face with one hand while rolling the fingers of his other over my shoulder, the whispered touch leaving me aching all over.
“How?”