Tempting The Beast(72)

“You are mine,” she whispered.

His eyes narrowed.

“You will say the words before this night ends, Merinus,” he swore. “You will scream them to me and

beg for me to hear you.”

“No, you will scream them for me.” Sultry, her voice low and husky, her body hot and wild as she raked

her nails down his chest, watching him through half closed eyes.

She was smiling that smile again. The one that had the beast raging, growling low and deep. She licked

her lips, spreading the taste of her over them. She wanted to tempt and tease. She wanted to push the

beast and shred the control the man had fought for years to attain. So be it. The beast was free. It snarled

down at her, not in violence, not in rage. In demand.

He moved then, rubbing her silky, slick folds of skin over his erection as he moved her to the bed. He

watched her eyes dilate, her face flush as his hot cock stroked her clit. He heard her breath catch and

gloried in it. When he reached the bed he dropped her to it, staring down at her for a long moment. He

knew the ways to achieve what he wanted. He could throw her into pleasure so intense, so burning and

deep that she would beg him for his possession, beg him to allow her to belong to him. He would show

her this night who was master of their bed.

He moved to the nightstand and opened it slowly. He didn’t have all the sensual devices in this house as

he did at his home, but he always kept on hand a large tube of lubricating jelly. He pulled it out and came

back to her.

She glanced at the tube, then at Callan. He returned her stare, moving carefully onto the mattress beside

her. Then he flipped her over. He threw one leg over her thighs to hold her in place, his upper body kept

her shoulders against the mattress.

“I could tie you down,” he whispered, nipping at her neck as she struggled against him. “Restraints can

drive the pleasure higher, Merinus. Would you prefer this? Or would you prefer to give me what I wish?”

She was breathing hard and heavy, and just under the scent of her arousal, he could smell her

trepidation. She was breathing hard and rough, her body tense as he held her carefully in place for the

touch to come. She jerked when his hand smoothed over her buttocks. The rounded pale globes enticed

him to caress, to fill his hands with their warmth, and he did just that. Then his fingers traveled through the

narrow crease. He smiled in tight anticipation as her breath caught.

“I’m going to take your ass now, Merinus,” he breathed against her ear. “I’m going to prepare you

carefully and show you how much pleasure the pain of that possession can be. Whenever you are ready

to submit, darling, just say the words.”

Her protest was a strangled groan as his fingers found the tight little entrance. She was feeling the effects

of his kiss now. He could feel her muscles relaxing, despite her attempts to keep it from happening.

Flipping open the cap of the lubrication he moved his hand back, spreading the gel in a thick line over his

fingers.

“Callan?” Her voice was filled with nerves when his slickened fingers found the tight entrance once again.

Callan lay with his head between her shoulder blades, parting the cheeks of her ass with one hand as his

fingers began their sensual invasion. The first finger slid in easily. He heard her moan vibrating at her back

as he slid in and out in easy strokes for long moments. Then a second finger joined in the play. She

stretched easily for him, her body bucking against him, her skin dampening with perspiration as he held

her still. When the third finger joined the first two long moments later, she jerked at the tight fit, the pull of

the tender muscles, the burning pleasure he knew that was beginning to invade the tight channel.

“Relax for it, Merinus,” he soothed her. “Feel how readily your body accepts it. How easily my fingers

slide into you.”

He pulled back, then returned with a swift, deep penetration. She nearly screamed with the sensation,

pushing back on his fingers, her body trembling with need.

“I can’t stand it,” she cried out, bucking against him.

“Tell me what I want to hear then,” he told her gently, though he knew nothing could save her from the

possession to come. It had been more than a decade since he had taken a woman in such a way. He

remembered the tight heat, the heady sensation of the forbidden suddenly attainable. Watching his cock

sink in, female flesh stretching to take him, accepting this ultimate intimacy.

Merinus was no whore purchased merely for his pleasure, though. She was not practiced, nor well

versed in the pleasures and the pain of lust. She was new to this touch and her womanly hesitations only

spurred his need higher.