Page 32 of Bound to the Beast


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Thank the gods.

Iven’s relief mixed with my own. I pressed forward, just a little. She moaned, her eyelids drifting closed. I wanted them open, focused on me. “Look at me.”

Her smile was relaxed. Languid. Pleased.

“Say my name. Look at me.”

“You’re very bossy.”

The teasing in her voice reached inside and melted the rage I’d carried against Iven, against the Hive, against life… and made it into nothing.

She had no idea.

I thrust deeper. She gasped.

“Love you.”

She stopped breathing. “You don’t even know me. It’s been a week.”

“Love me.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command. She wanted bossy, I’d give her bossy.

“Iven.”

“Beast.” I corrected. Fuck. Iven was hers, too. “Iven and Beast. Love us.”

“I—” It was there, in her eyes, in the tenderness of her touch. In the way her fingers combed through our hair.

“Say it.” I pulled out. Thrust back in. “Say it.”

“I love you.”

Excellent. Good job, beast. She’s stubborn, our mate.

Indeed, I agreed. She will need both of us.

Iven’s silence didn’t last long. Truce?

Peace, I corrected. Something neither of us had ever had. A gift our new mate had given both of us.

I fucked our mate then, thrusting and grinding my abdomen into her clit. Stroking her breasts. Tugging her nipples the way Iven assured me she preferred.

She took everything we gave her, her wet, slick pussy so tight my fists punched holes in the walls. Fuck.

She burst into laughter, the movement making my head spin as her body opened up. Spasmed. My cock sank deeper.

“Beast.” She turned her head to the side, inspected the damage. “You’re fixing that later.”

Inside me, Iven laughed. You heard her. Control yourself.

Fuck off. I’m busy.

I grabbed her ass, pulled her body against mine. Lifted her hips up and down over my cock. Faster.

With a soft cry, she lost control. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock like a vice. The ecstasy of her release was both pleasure and pain as my body answered, exploded, filled her with seed. With devotion. Protection. Love.

My turn. Iven struggled to the surface. I shoved him down.

You had three days.