14. Taryn
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TARYN
People stepped aside without being asked. No one wanted to get in the way of the man who’d just kicked Mace’s ass.
The cheering faded behind us as we cut between buildings, leaving the old field and its celebration behind.
Only when we reached the boarding house where the guys were staying did I realize he still hadn’t let go of my hand.
The building was eerily quiet. Everyone who wasn’t on guard duty at the wall had stayed to watch the fight.
Beck pushed the front door open and guided me inside. The look on his face was heated, and my nipples hardened even as my panties grew wet.
Sunlight streamed through dusty windows, casting golden streaks on the floor as the scent of old wood and men's musk permeated the hallway.
Beck finally stopped outside one of the rooms and looked at me. “I don’t know if I can be gentle right now.”
“Did I ask for gentle?” My gaze drifted over him.
There wasn’t an inch of exposed skin that wasn’t bruised, scraped, or bleeding. Sweat slid down the carved muscles of his stomach, and I had the urge to drop to my knees and follow the same path with my tongue.
This man was a warrior, and he’d just fought for me. Damn, if that didn’t make me burn for him.
“Where’s Max?” I hadn’t seen him at the fight, so I assumed he was in their room. But if he had been, he’d be growling and scratching at the door by now. I’d missed Beck terribly, but I’d missed my dog, too.
“He’s with Rory. Harper didn’t want to bring her to the fights, and I didn’t think it was wise to bring Max. It was a win-win.” Beck kissed the tip of my nose.
Before the meteor shower, some women might have overlooked a man like Beck because of his background. However, that same background had shaped him into someone capable of thriving in today's world.
“Do you ever regret choosing me?”
“No.” The fire in his eyes burned hotter at my question.
Without thinking, I reached toward the cut above his eyebrow. “Then remind me what it feels like to be yours.”
Beck wrapped one of those huge, muscular arms around me and pushed the door open. “I’m covered in blood.”
“I noticed,” I said as I approached and sat on what I believed was his bed.
I observed signs of the wrap he had used on his hands, and the bed was untidy, with his pillow displaced and the blanket crumpled at the end.
The other bed, made to military standards, likely belonged to Adrian.
A small cot nearby suggested that Lucas had slept there.
“Seeing you like this reminds me of the lengths you’ll go to keep me with you.” I stared into green eyes locked on my face. “And I like you covered in the blood of our enemies.”
Beck’s hand slowly lifted, hesitating just beside my cheek. Still giving me every opportunity to stop him. “I like it, too.”
Silly boy. I’d sooner stop the wind from blowing than do that.
His fingertips brushed my skin with a tenderness that contradicted his earlier claim. “I’ve missed touching you, Taryn.”
Heat rushed over my body. “So, touch me.”
His eyes searched mine one last time, as if to make sure this was what I wanted. After all this time, it baffled me that he still didn’t understand the depth of my feelings for him.
At last, discovering what he had been searching for, Beck gave his usual confident smile and rose to his feet. Slowly, his fingers grasped the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down until only a tight pair of boxer briefs remained.
Shit, this man was fire.
His body was layered with muscle after muscle, and a soft dusting of hair covered his chest. The intricate tattoos on his arms and chest made him even more tempting. “Like what you see, Fox?”
I nodded, words beyond me at this moment.
He laughed, then pushed his underwear down his thighs and stepped out of them.
My eyes were glued to his massive dick, and my mouth watered. I’d never considered a dick beautiful, but his was. Smooth, tanned skin stretched over the long length; a slight upward curve led to the perfect mushroom head.
Noticing the hunger in my eyes, a drop of pre-cum slowly trickled out.
Beck chuckled darkly, the sound low and rough, as he inched closer to me without touching. His lips met mine in a slow, meaningful kiss that wiped my mind clean. The kiss flared sharply—hot but contained—as though he were carefully gauging how far to push before losing himself.
As he leaned back, I pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra.
Beck took hold of the straps, gently lowering them off my shoulders before discarding my bra on the floor.
Then he helped me to my feet, unbuttoned my pants, and pushed them down my legs as I stepped out of them, leaving me in the pink lacy panties I had packed in my bag when we left the farmhouse.
“My God, you’re beautiful.” He gently unraveled my braid, letting my hair cascade over my shoulders.
Kissing his chest, I met his gaze as I slowly sank to my knees, lightly scraping my nails down his thighs.
“I thought I was claiming you?” Beck said in a gruff voice, his eyes fixed on me as I knelt at his feet.
“Oh, you are, but I’m claiming you first,” I whispered as I circled the bottom of his cock with my fingers and took him into my mouth.
Beck’s breathing became labored as he dug his fingers into my hair and threw his head back, groaning in pleasure. “Yeees, Fox. Suck my cock into that sweet, warm mouth.” With a loud moan, he started moving my mouth up and down his impressive length.
I savored the salty, masculine flavor of him… he tasted like mine.
Using my free hand, I held his sac and gently squeezed while taking in as much of his hardness as I could.
My savage man let out a growl and gripped my hair so tightly that the pull on my scalp burned. I didn’t care because this was the Beck I was trying to draw out. The one who fucked me like this could be our last day on earth.
With a gentle motion, I pulled my head back, letting my tongue glide along the thick vein running through his length, around the crown, and back down, savoring the delicate feel as I sucked and licked the tender skin of his balls.
“Fuck, Taryn. It’s been too long. I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”
A surge of desire tightened my body, making it feel as though I could climax simply from pleasuring him.
I sucked harder and faster, taking his cock deeper down my throat. “Fuck! That’s all I can take!” Beck spun around to sit on the bed, his skin slick with sweat as he lifted me effortlessly and slid me onto his wet, glistening cock in one fluid motion.
As I came instantly, I sank my teeth into his shoulder, feeling my pussy clamp tightly around his cock.
With a groan, Beck drew me closer, his body pressing hard against mine as he thrust deeply and roughly, chasing the intense pleasure I’d recently known.
One hand slid from my back to my breast, gently squeezing and tugging at my nipple.
Lowering his hand, he located my sensitive clit, softly circling it with his thumb before delicately pinching it between his strong fingers.
I tried to escape, resisting the mounting intensity of the orgasm surging through me, but Beck refused to release me. As my climax arrived, I glimpsed shimmering stars flickering behind my closed eyelids.
He rolled me onto my back and began pounding into me with such intensity that the bed slammed against the wall, loosening plaster that drifted down like snow from the ceiling.
“Fuck, Taryn, you feel so good clamped around my cock. Cum for me one more time, my queen.” He delivered two more thrusts so deep that I could almost taste him in my throat.
Arching my back, a swift orgasm surged through me, making me part my lips in a silent gasp. As Beck followed me, his whispered curses and groans mingled with the intense feeling of his release deep inside me.
Once we had both caught our breath, he softly turned us over, so I was resting against his chest. “Damn, woman, I missed you.” He rained kisses all over my face.
“I missed you too.” I felt my eyelids grow heavy as I drifted off to sleep, soothed by the steady rhythm of his breathing.
I woke up some time later to find Beck spreading my thighs and settling between them.
“I know you didn’t think we were finished.” His eyes met mine. “Now it’s my turn to claim you.”
I felt fully claimed, but I wasn’t foolish enough to say that with a man that looked like Beck lying between my thighs.
He slid his fingers deep, planting small bites on my inner thighs, then pulled out and gave them a lick. “Damn, you taste good with my cum inside you.”
Suddenly, with no warning, he pressed his face between my legs and started sucking my clit. My hips jerked upward, and his massive hands gripped my thighs firmly, holding me steady.
The feel of his mouth licking and sucking my sensitive nub, like I was a meal, and he hadn’t eaten in days, had me screaming his name. Large, strong fingers slid through the folds of my pussy, pumping in and out, as his mouth kept at it, like it was his job.
He continued steadily, pumping and sucking, fingers searching deeply until they reached the tender bundle of nerves that made me clench in response.
“Fuck, Beck,” I yelled, my climax washing through me in a long, intense rush that felt never-ending.
“That’s my pretty girl.” He murmured quietly as he tenderly lapped at my pussy, wiping away every sign of my climax.
I sighed and relaxed back onto the bed, only to almost jerk to a sitting position as he savagely bit my neck.
“What the fuck?” I screamed, the sound echoing as I desperately tried to shove him off.
Beck let go, then licked and kissed the teeth marks he’d left. “Now you’ve finally been claimed.”
“You fucking psycho,” I growled and swatted his head. “That hurt.”
He laughed, “No more than my shoulder did.” He rested his head on my lower stomach and laid his arms on either side of me.
I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked at his shoulder. Sure enough, I’d bitten down so hard I’d drawn blood. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.”
“I wouldn’t dare. If it doesn’t scar, I’ll get a tattoo of your bite in that exact spot.” He placed a kiss on the side of my belly button.
I fell back on the bed. “I’ll do the same.”
“Fuck, yes, you will.” He crawled up the bed and pulled me into his body. “I’ll do it personally as soon as I scavenge a tattoo gun.”
I snuggled into his chest and yawned big.
“Now get some rest. Your other men aren’t going to put up with me hogging you for much longer.” Beck whispered into my hair.
“Other man…” I mumbled.
As I drifted off, I could have sworn I heard him say, “Men, Fox… he won’t be able to fight it for long.”