“No,” she groaned, as his slid down her legs and settled between them. He ate her pussy until she was shouting out his name, taking some sick satisfaction in knowing that he was the one who made her crazy with lust.
“I guess you were right,” he said, kissing his way back up her body. Beast pulled her to the edge of the bed and unzipped his jeans, letting them slide down his body and hit the wooden floor with a thud. He stroked his cock as Belle watched him through half-lidded eyes, and he knew that she was still enjoying her post orgasmic haze.
He didn’t give her any warning and just slid into her tight pussy, loving the way that she moaned out his name again, and wrapped her legs around his body. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” he breathed as he pumped in and out of her body.
“You do too,” she whimpered. He could tell that she was close again, and this time, when she found her release, he went with her. He lost himself deep inside of her as he growled out hername. Yeah, he didn’t give a fuck that his parents could probably hear the two of them. The sooner they realized that he and Belle were a permanent thing, the better. The question was, would she be okay once she figured out that fact? He hoped like hell that she would be because there was no way he was letting her go now, or ever.
Belle sighed softly against him, warm and content. Beast tightened his hold, burying his face in her hair, and let himself feel the peace that came from protecting someone he wanted more than anything in the world. And in that quiet, small room, he realized he’d never be able to let her go.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he snatched it up when he saw Savage’s name and answered immediately.
“Beast,” Savage’s voice came through, low and clipped. No jokes, no bullshit. “I need you to sit down.” He wasn’t about to tell his Prez that he was lying down with Belle curled naked into his side.
Beast frowned. “What the hell’s going on?”
“Shane followed you.” Savage didn’t even pause. He just blurted out the news.
Beast’s stomach went ice-cold. He stole a quick glance at Belle. She was awake and watching him with her big eyes, her hand finding his on instinct. “Followed us?” he asked slowly. “To New York?”
Savage’s growl came through the line. “Yeah, New York. He followed you to Yonkers. Doesn’t matter how fast you drove; he kept tabs on you and found you. I don’t know if he saw your parents’ place yet, but he’s tailing somewhere close. You need to move now.”
Belle’s voice, quiet and shaky, reached him. “Why would he come all the way up here?” she asked.
Beast’s jaw clenched. He didn’t even look at her. He couldn’t. “I guess your ex is more serious about getting you back than we thought he would be,” Savage said flatly.
“He’s insane. And he’s obsessed with me. What’s to stop him from going after anyone close to me, anyone I care about?”
Beast squeezed her hand, letting his fingers press hard against hers. “You’re not going to be alone, Belle. Not for a second.”
Savage’s voice cut in again. “I’ve got guys on standby. Hurricane’s already on it—he’ll keep an eye on your parents’ place while you figure out where to lay low and wait. Don’t take risks, Beast. This guy was twisted enough to follow you halfway up the country. There’s no telling what he’ll do to get Belle back.”
Beast growled low in his chest. “We won’t take any risks. I’ve got her with me. We’re not leaving each other—unless we know it’s safe.”
Belle’s breath caught in a soft sigh. “I—I just don’t want to put anyone in danger because of me.”
“You’re not,” Beast said firmly, eyes flicking to her. “My parents will understand, and no one else is coming over for a few days still. You’re coming with me. Where I go, you go. We’ll handle Shane. He’s not touching you.”
Savage’s tone softened just slightly, though it was still sharp. “I’ll keep eyes on him. You guys just do what I say, and don’t give him a chance to get too close to either of you. You know he’s patient, but he’s sloppy when he thinks he’s got you cornered.”
Beast grunted. “Understood. Thanks, Savage.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” Savage said with a growl. “Just get Belle somewhere safe, and call me if you see anything strange. Don’t take chances.”
Beast ended the call and stared at the clock on his nightstand for a long moment, his muscles coiled like springs. Belle’s hand was still in his, and he turned toward her, voice low, rough.
“We’ll figure this out,” he tried to reassure her.
Her eyes were wide, shimmering in the dim morning light. “You can’t be sure of that, Beast.” Beast pulled her closer against his body, just enough to let her press into him. His heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest.
“I’m sure enough,” he murmured. “Because I’m not letting anyone hurt you. Not him, not anyone. You stick with me, and we’ll fix this before it gets worse.”
Belle nodded against him, resting her head on his chest, as her warmth grounded him. And as they lay there together, Beast felt that familiar, dangerous pull—the need to protect her, to hold her, to keep her close no matter what. Shane had made a move. Beast was ready to counter it, and there was no way that he’d lose.
The drive from his parents’ house to Hurricane’s place was quiet, the kind of silence that made Beast’s jaw tighten without him even realizing it. Belle sat beside him, shoulders hunched slightly, eyes fixed out the window, and he knew she was thinking the same thing he was—Shane had followed them this far, and Savage hadn’t even had to spell out how dangerous that could be.
Beast adjusted his grip on the wheel, trying to stay calm, trying not to let his anger get out of control.
“Do you think he knows where your parents live?” Belle asked softly, almost afraid to break the quiet.
