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Mated to the Beast(54)

By:Grace Goodwin


This side of him simply made him more virile, more male, more Dax than ever before. The way he was looking at me, I knew he wanted me. While his beast may want my body, I could still see hints of Dax, too, and he wanted me. We’d fucked, no, we’d made love before, we’d shown each other how much we needed each other by touch, by feel, by pleasure, but always he’d held himself in check, hidden this side of his nature from me. But no more. Now I would get the best of both sides of Dax. His cautious, gentle side and… this, his wild side, too.

Dax still had control and while he’d linked my cuffs to the wall above my head, and I was truly at his mercy, he did not harm me even when the beast took over and he filled me completely. He sped up his pace and I cried out, arching my hips at the feel of him. He swelled within me, even bigger than before. So thick and hot, a beast that had invaded my body without mercy or apology. I shifted my hips to take him all. He wasn’t hurting me, but I had to bite my lip to keep the cry locked in my throat as I adjusted to the additional stretching, the erotic burn of his conquest, the pain of his tight fists on my tender bottom driving me higher, hotter, wilder.

My orgasm rushed through me and he bellowed as he found his own release, his cock pulsing and moving inside me, coating my insides with his hot seed. He stilled, his breathing ragged as he held me still, rubbing my skin to his, scenting my flesh and tasting me with his kiss. He said the one thing he seemed capable of in this form and I smiled. Mine. Over and over.

“Yes,” I said, licking my lips. He pulled back to look at me, his muscles shrinking, his face returning to the form I’d come to adore as he stroked my cheek with his thumb and held himself still. A vein pulsed at his temple and sweat trickled down the side of his cheek as his breathing calmed, but he did not release me from his hold. He did not pull his cock from me, or settle my legs on the floor. I remained as I was, pinned to the wall by his cock, held in place for his pleasure as his dark eyes roamed my face and body, inspecting every inch.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.” He didn’t look reassured, so I added, “I wanted you, Dax. I wanted your beast.” I clenched my inner walls, squeezing him for emphasis, shocked to discover he was still erect.

His eyes flared then as he felt my intimate gesture and he shifted his hips, thrusting again as I moaned. He groaned in return, plunging again, claiming my mouth in a kiss that arched my back off the wall, my inner walls eager for more.

“Are you truly well? I didn’t hurt you?” he growled.

I tugged at the cuffs just to hear them rattle, to remind myself that I couldn’t do anything but submit and let Dax and his beast do what they wanted with me. “Yes.”

Craning my neck, I tried to force his lips back to mine, attempted to entice him by once more squeezing his cock.

He kissed me, hard. “Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Beg me, Sarah. Say my name. Say it.” The words were like a whip, quick and sharp.

“Dax, please.” Meeting his gaze, I continued. “Please. Hard, rough. Again and again. Let go, Dax. Let the beast free. I want you.”

He looked me over one last time, then finally… finally relented for good. I loved him all the more for his concern for me, but it was time for him to let go. “Yes, yes, I think you do.”

He took me then, hard and fast. There was no gentleness, no rhythm to his masterful strokes. He fucked and he fucked thoroughly until another release melted my insides and I fought for air.

I thought he was done, that surely the fever was burned off, but no. With hands that were gentle, he released my wrists and carried me to the bed before turning me onto my stomach, rearranging me just as he desired. He slid a pillow beneath my hips and stroked my hair back from my face. I couldn’t move, was too replete, too sated to do anything but let him have his way.

“Are you ready for more, Sarah?” The man’s voice had fully returned, the lover I recognized, the man I would give anything for, would die to protect.

“Dax.” I whimpered at the idea of being taken again. Another intense orgasm, another chance for him to dominate my body, my very spirit. “Yes.”

He stroked his big hands down my arms, over my shoulders, down the length of my spine. Only then did he slip his fingers lower and into my still wet pussy.

“Here, Sarah. I want you again. My beast is satisfied, for now. But worried that we hurt you.”

“I’m fine.”

He stroked over my clit and I shifted on the bed, pushing into his touch as he spoke. “I need to take you again. Will you let me?”

I appreciated his care, but sometimes a girl loved being shoved up against a wall and fucked like she was the most beautiful, irresistible, desirable woman in the world. “You and your beast, Dax, can do whatever you’d like.”