Tempting The Beast(50)
sexual need anymore. Not since this morning. Not since he had taken her, hard and dominating,
controlling her body, her responses. Not since he had held her those minutes afterwards, his tongue
rasping gently over the small wound on her neck.
The mark was still there. She could feel it throbbing, pulsing in time to her heartbeat, begging for his kiss,
his caress. The sharp little pain of his teeth clenching it.
“I have to control it,” she whispered.
Her brothers would be here soon. They would have an answer. She knew them, but she would have to
be careful. They would take her from Callan and she couldn’t allow that. She barely controlled her
whimper of emotional pain, not just sexual. Her body ached for him, but her heart hurt. She didn’t want
to leave. Not yet. She just wanted this ‘thing’ tormenting them to ease. She wanted to lie in his arms,
without the sexual heat building. She wanted to be held by him, touched, cared for. And she was terribly
afraid it was nothing but the chemical lust for him. He seemed to have none of these needs.
His cock was hard. It strained against the soft material of his sweat pants, tenting the cloth, drawing her
gaze and holding it. She swallowed tightly, licking her dry lips as she wondered how he would taste. In
the heat of the frenzy of lust in the last days, it was an experience she had not been given time for. She
realized now that she wanted it. She wanted to run her tongue over the bulging head of his cock, feel it
jerk against her lips, discover the difference in it that occurred as his orgasm neared.
She closed her eyes, fighting the need. Fighting not just his desire, but also her own.
“Merinus, this will not work,” he warned her, his voice hardening. The latent male dominance that lurked
just beneath the soft growl had her trembling.
His voice was rough when he took her, too. When he climaxed, his chest rumbled with an animalistic
grumble that made her shiver to think about it. He was the ultimate male animal, sexual, arrogant in his
prowess and his abilities. Muscular, strong, every bone and muscle in his body in perfect shape. She
wanted to taste the skin stretched over those hard planes and angles. She wanted to lick him, nibble at
his flesh and hear him groan her name. She wanted to stretch over him, rub against him, find some relief
for her aching nipples against his hot flesh.
She opened her eyes, focusing on the flames and explosions playing out on the television. It was safer
than staring at the hard cock threatening to burst through Callan’s pants, but it provided little distraction
from the flesh between her thighs pulsing and screaming out its demand.
“I can make it work. I’m incredibly stubborn, ask my brothers,” she told him, her voice sounding much
more determined than she felt.
“I need to ask your brothers nothing,” he bit out forcefully, his voice beginning to rumble. Oh, she loved
that sound. Even though it did feel as though the vibrations of it echoed in her womb. “You are the most
aggravating female I’ve ever met in my life.”
Merinus shrugged. The movement caused her T-shirt to shift against her hard nipples. She almost
groaned at the pleasure. Damn. She wished he would just go away. Go away or take the decision out of
her hands and pound into her until she was screaming out her orgasm. That was what she wanted. She
wanted what she had earlier, Callan’s hands rough on her body, in her hair, driving her to heights she had
never known existed. And yet she didn’t want it. It equally drew her and terrified her.
“I could ease you in other ways, Merinus,” he bit out. He still hadn’t moved from the doorway.
She glanced up at him. He watched her intently, waiting for any sign of weakness. She steeled her
resolve. She could do this. She could make her body do as she wanted it to. Not the other way around.
Merinus swallowed tightly. “No. I’d beg you to complete it, Callan. It doesn’t ease until you come inside
me.”
The fiery wash of his seed, blasting hard and hot inside her cunt was the only relief from the building
pressure. No matter how many times she climaxed, how many different ways, it was only that final action
that allowed her body to cool down from a boil to a simmer.
“You risk my self control this way,” he told her softly. “As your need builds, so does mine. Just as it
happened this morning. You tempt the beast taking you, rather than the man, Merinus.”
She looked into his face. The beer bottle was empty, though he still gripped it tightly. His face was
drawn in a mask of concern, of desire. His amber eyes almost glowed, hot and demanding. Her pussy
heated further. Oh, she wanted him. She could fuck him for hours and never get enough.