I feel the exact moment he explodes. Hot jets of cum shooting deep into my pussy, coating my inner walls. He keeps thrusting through his orgasm, making sure every drop ends up inside me before finally pulling out.
His cum starts dripping from my well-fucked hole, running down my thighs and splattering onto the floor between us. We both stare down, watching the creamy liquid escape my body.
"Is it always this hypnotic?" I ask softly.
"Don't know," he admits, eyes still fixed on the sight. "Never came inside anyone before. Always been careful. But with you... it felt necessary."
His words make my heart swell even as my pussy continues to leak his seed. I lean forward and press my lips to his. He tastes like me, like my pussy, and the thought makes me kiss him deeper. He responds immediately, pulling me closer, wrapping those massive arms around me in an embrace that feels both protective and possessive.
"I'm glad we stopped pretending," I murmur against his neck. "That we admitted what we both want."
"Me too," he says, running a hand down my back. "It'll come with its own problems, but we'll figure them out together."
"Together," I agree, then pull back to look at him. "What about your mom? Are you going to tell her the truth?"
"Probably," he admits. "Once things calm down with the Iron Eagles. She deserves to know."
"Good," I say. "Speaking of which... Amelia and Luna are probably wondering where we are."
"Fuck," he curses, reality crashing back. "I completely forgot about them. I need to check the surveillance too."
"We should get dressed," I suggest reluctantly, not wanting to leave the warm cocoon of his arms.
He nods and gently lowers me to the floor, my legs wobbling slightly as they take my weight again. I straighten my rumpled dress while Beast pulls on his shirt and pants, tucking away his now-softening cock.
"Once we walk out that door," he says, pausing before we leave, "everything changes. We're back in a warzone."
"I know," I tell him, squeezing his hand. "I'm ready. With you beside me, I'm not afraid of anything."
He leans down to kiss my forehead. "I'll protect you from anything or anyone," he vows. "That's a promise."
We're at the door when a booming voice echoes up from below.
"Hello? Anyone up there? Beast? It's Rage!"
Beast tenses, his hand dropping to the gun at his hip.
"Stay behind me," he instructs as he opens the door, "Sounds like Rage, but could be someone pretending."
As we step into the hallway, the smell of sex clinging to us both, I can't help but feel like everything has changed in the last hour. I came to Blackwater Falls to help Amelia escape her abusive husband and reunite with my brother. I never expected to find Beast—to find love.
Because that's what this is, isn't it? It's too soon to say the words, but I feel them forming in my heart. I've fallen for a MC’s member, the mountain of a man everyone fears. And based onhow he looks at me as we descend the stairs to face whatever comes next, I think he might be falling for me too.
I follow Beast down the stairs, my thighs still sticky with his cum, my pussy tender from his relentless fucking. We pass the safe room, where Luna, Amelia, and Anna poke their heads out at the sound of Rage's voice.
"Everything's fine," Beast tells them, his enforcer mask firmly back in place. "We're checking if it's really Rage."
Amelia's eyes narrow as she looks between us. "Are you two okay? You seem... distracted."
Beast and I exchange a quick glance. Fuck. Is she genuinely concerned, or does she somehow know what we've been doing? Can she see it on our faces? Smell it on our bodies?
"We're good," I say quickly, smoothing my dress. "Just had a little disagreement about security protocols."
Amelia doesn't look convinced, but she nods anyway. "Be careful."
Beast takes point as we continue downstairs, his hand resting on his holstered weapon. When we reach the main floor, we find Rage standing by the door, an imposing figure even among the Savage Riders. Behind him, partially hidden, is a small boy around seven or eight years old with his father's dark eyes and serious expression.
"About fucking time," Rage grumbles, relaxing his stance when he sees Beast. "I've been calling for five minutes."
