Claimed by the Beast(21)

"Oh!" she gasped again, lifting her hips to him when he closed his mouth  over her clit and sucked softly at first. She kept her legs wide when  he moved his hands to either side of her pussy, spreading the lips open,  licking and sucking, dipping his tongue inside her.

"Marcus!" she managed just as one finger slid into her slick passage,  then two. He sucked her swollen nub harder until it was almost too much  and she gave herself over to sensation, turning her head to the side,  biting her lip while her hips bucked beneath his mouth and her sex  gushed.

When she lay still again, he climbed back on top of her and kissed her,  his mouth wet with her taste. She kissed him back, tasting herself for  the first time, reaching for the waistband of his underwear and pushing  them down.                       
       
           



       

Marcus slid them off and she looked up at him as he knelt between her  legs. She opened her legs wider and reached for him. She glimpsed the  length of his cock, the wider head, the sheen that covered the tip. She  swallowed when he rubbed it against her pussy and lifted to him, knowing  it would hurt, not wanting to tell him to be gentle. Not wanting him to  be gentle.

His expression changed when he dipped inside her and he gripped her  wrists once more, spreading her arms wide, his eyes on hers. He moved  his hips and thrust into her, forcing a cry from her lips. His shocked  eyes met hers.

"Rachel," he began.

"Please," she begged, lifting her hips again, pressing into him.

He pulled back and this time, he pushed more slowly as blood mixed with  arousal and her passage stretched to accommodate his length, his  thickness. He gripped her wrists tighter.

"Eyes open," he said when she closed them. "Look at me. I want to watch you come."

He pulled all the way out then and thrust into her, fucking her hard and  fast as she writhed beneath him. She didn't think it would be possible  but he grew thicker inside her and her pussy clenched around his cock.  He slowed just before she felt the throbbing, struggling to keep her  eyes open, clutching his shoulders tight. She lost herself in orgasm as  he spilled inside her with a groan of pleasure before collapsing his  full weight on top of her.



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"Why didn't you tell me you were still a virgin?" he asked, lifting up  onto his elbows once he realized the difficulty she was having  breathing.

"Did you think I would have let anyone else do …  it?" she asked, seeming surprised at his question.

Marcus looked down at her, studying her closely. Her face shone with a  layer of sweat, making her glisten. Her eyes were glazed over and her  lips plump. Orgasm looked good on her.

He smiled and kissed her once, then nudged her face with his. He had  been so wrong to leave her. He had been a fool to think she would move  on.

"I love you Rachel. I always have. I've never stopped loving you."

She smiled as tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes. "I love you, Marcus. I missed you so much."

"Me too."

They remained as they were, looking at one another for a while. Then, "Did I hurt you?" he asked, rolling off her.

She sat up and they both looked at the blood smeared on her thighs, the  traces of it on his cock, on the sheets. She shook her head no, but he  knew she was lying. He was not a small man and she was petite. Yes, he  had hurt her. But she had come. Twice.

"Don't lie to me, Rachel. I can tell."

She looked at him. "It's supposed to hurt the first time. It's okay."  She smiled at him and blushed when he caught her turning her gaze to his  cock.

"Have you had a boyfriend?" he asked, wondering now if she'd experienced anything at all.

She shook her head. "No. Is that weird? I mean we're sort of different, right?"

He'd had women. A lot of them to fill the void of her in the last year.  But this was probably not the time to share that. "No, it's not weird at  all. Just means I should be more careful with you."

"I don't want you to be careful. I like what we did."

"But I hurt you. If I'm careful … "

She touched his face, halting his words. "I liked it, Marcus," she said.  "I liked everything you did." Her expression grew suddenly serious. It  took him a moment to realize what it is.

"You're hearing him again?"

She nodded, no longer smiling.

"Can you tell where he is?"

"No." She shook her head, confused. "I don't know. I can't tell anything  really. It's just …  him …  it. It's not words or anything intelligible-not  like with you or Elijah. It's just sound."

He looked at the clock. "Go get cleaned up. Let's get out of here and drive on since we're up anyway."

She nodded and stood carefully. He watched her face when his seed  spilled out from inside her. "Oh!" she exclaimed, embarrassed, obviously  not expecting that.

"It's okay," he said, smiling. He stood to take her hand and walk her  toward the bathroom. "Go have a shower. I'll call Elijah quickly."

She didn't hesitate when he closed the door behind her. Finding his cell phone, he dialed Elijah who answered on the first ring.

"Marcus?" Elijah answered.

"Yes. Sorry to call you so early."

"No matter, I wasn't sleeping anyway," Elijah said. "How far did you get?"

"We took a hotel about six hours from town. We're heading out again in a few minutes though."                       
       
           



       

"I'm trying to figure out how to handle this. We can't run for the rest of our lives."

"Well, there's one more complication," Marcus said, rubbing his forehead, looking at the closed bathroom door.

"What is it?"

"She can hear him," he began. "Like she hears us."

"What?"

"I think it was the first time this morning. It must be because he used  samples from Collin or maybe me." Marcus' stomach turned at the idea.

"Let me ask you this … "

"I think we're thinking the same thing. Can he hear her?" Marcus filled  in. This was the real problem. Her hearing him could help them, but if  he could hear her that added a whole host of other problems.

The shower switched off.

"I have to go, I have to think about this. Rachel's done with her shower so I'll call you back when we're on the road."

"Okay. We'll figure this out, Marcus. We'll end it for good this time."

"Keep your family safe," Marcus said, not sure at all about Elijah's last words.

"You too."





Chapter Fourteen





"Where are we going anyway?" Rachel asked as they drove onto the  highway. Marcus had paid for the room the night before so they had been  able to slip out while it was still dark.

"We're heading to my house," Marcus said, glancing at her. "Or at least  in that direction. I'm hoping it's far enough away that he won't be able  to trace us."

"So you're not going to tell me where that is?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm worried, Rachel. When I'm in wolf form, I can hear you. I can feel  you. I think our bond is strong, but if you can hear him, I'm wondering  if he can hear you too."

She thought about this and knew what he said was true. That's how this  worked. "But Marcus, I choose what to share with you. It's not like you  can just read my mind or I can just read yours."

"No, it's not but I'm not sure we can take any chances."

"So you're not even going to tell me where we're going?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Rachel."

"I can control my own mind. You can't just leave me in the dark."

"I don't want to take any chances."

"This is ridiculous," she said.

He changed the subject. "Can you wait for coffee while we drive a ways?"

"That's fine. Where are Elijah, Kayla, and the baby? Did you get hold of him?"

He glanced at her and nodded. "They're safe."

She snorted. "Oh, you don't want to say. I feel like I'm the enemy!"

"It's not like that. Just try to relax. Let me think, figure this out."



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They drove in silence for the next two hours. On the one hand, Rachel  could understand Marcus's reasoning, but on the other, he had been gone  for one year and just come back into her life. They had just made love  and were now on the run together from this creature and who knew what  else. His keeping silent and not even telling her where they were going  wasn't helping with the trust piece.

She closed her eyes for a while, listening. It was silent, she couldn't  hear the creature any longer. She wondered if that was because he was in  human form. She glanced over at Marcus but he was deep in thought. She  looked at his cell phone sitting in the cup holder between them. She'd  call Kayla later. Find out how they were doing, tell her what was going  on. Vent a little bit.