The words barely left my lips before he moved. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the kitchen counter. The movement was so quick it stole my breath. My legs wrapped instinctively around his hips. Pulling him closer. Feeling the hard strength of him through the denim of his jeans.
"You are certain?" he growled softly, pressing his forehead against mine. The beast was there now. Just beneath the surface. "Once I begin, I will not stop. The beast needs this. Needs you."
"I'm certain." My fingers slid into his hair, tugging gently until his mouth hovered just above mine.
He kissed me. The kiss wasn't gentle. It wasn't tentative. It was the kiss of a warrior who had nearly lost something precious. A beast who had finally found the one thing capable of calming the storm inside him. And a man who intended to prove, beyond any doubt, that I belonged with him.
His hands were everywhere—tearing at my clothes, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples into aching peaks. His mouth followed, teeth grazing my throat, my collarbone, closing around one sensitive tip with a suction that made me cry out.
"Egon!" I gasped, my head falling back against the cabinet.
"Mine," he growled against my skin. "Say it."
"Yours." The word was torn from my soul.
He tore the clothes from his body. Stood naked before me.
Transformed.
He grew, suddenly taller. Shoulders expanded. His jaw shifted, his entire face growing wider. The bone structure primitive. Brutal strength was carved into every muscle. His eyes glowed and fangs appeared. Claws.
What the—?” I’d seen the other beasts on television. They didn’t look like this.
For one second, fear took hold. He leaned in. Sniffed my skin. This wasn’t Egon. This was my beast. Holy mother of god. My. Beast.
“Afraid. Why?” The two words were so deep they rumbled through my chest. I watched, horrified and fascinated, as the claws retracted. The fangs, however, remained.
“Fangs? Are you, okay? I didn’t know beasts had fangs.”
He shuddered, huge hands coming to rest on either side of my hips on the counter. “Hyperion. Grandmother.”
Ahhh. Some kind of weird alien genetics. He wasn’t pure Atlan. I lifted my hand to his face. Cupped his cheek. “Can I see? Are you a vampire?” I knew nothing about Hyperions. Never heard of them before. “Are you going to bite me?”
“Yes. No.”
Yes to looking. No to the biting. Tension I didn’t realize I held in my shoulders released and I pressed my thumb to his upper lip. Pushed the softest, most kissable lip aside to inspect the fang on one side of his mouth, as the most dangerous male I’d ever encountered held himself perfectly still. Didn’t look toooo dangerous.
“If you decide to bite me, just don’t bite too hard. I’m not really a pain kind of girl.”
The beast dropped to his knees in front of me and shoved my skirt up over my hips. I kicked off my shoes.
“No pain. Only pleasure.” He shoved aside the small scrap of fabric covering my aching core and fucked me with his tongue. No warmup. No warning.
I went from turned on, to on the edge, in seconds as huge hands pushed my thighs wide and he devoured me. Claimed me. His deep growls vibrated against my clit like a vibrator as he worked me. Licked me. I braced myself on the counter as the back of my head banged into the cabinets. Did. Not. Care.
One hand wrapped around my ass, pulled me closer to his mouth. Locked me in place. The other he used to fuck me with two fingers as he sucked my sensitive clit between his lips.
He was brutal. Efficient. Merciless.
I came in seconds. He didn’t stop. He feasted like a wild thing. Like he’d never get enough. Never tasted anything sweeter than my wet pussy.
My second orgasm rolled through me like a tidal wave, and I slumped in his arms as his aggressive strokes turned gentle. Tender.
He stood once more and removed every piece of clothing on my body then lifted me off the counter. I wrapped my legs around him, the hard tip of his huge cock bumping my core as he carried me through the suite. I closed my eyes and clung to him. Thought he was taking me to the gigantic bed we’d spent the last two nights in.
No.
My back hit the cold tile of the oversized shower. He turned on the water and blocked the spray with his body until the water warmed.
