“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Too many others.” The beast frowned. “Mine.”
So what? I smelled like… other people? Whatever. I felt so good. Replete. Safe. Wanted. Protected. Egon was amazing, but his beast? I’d never felt safer or more content in my life. They could send an army in here to hurt me, steal from me, any other damn thing I had to watch my back for every day, and the beast would end them. For me.
He washed me with those huge hands. Everywhere. I languished under the attention as my desire went from slow simmer after two orgasms, right back up to inferno.
I reached for him. With a snarl that shocked me—and sent white hot fire straight to my throbbing core—he grabbed my hands and held them in place over my head. “Stay.”
Yes. Sir. O.M.G. And I thought he couldn’t get sexier.
“Mine.”
He had one hand under my ass, holding me in place as he slipped wet soap and bubbles all over my skin. He shifted and my back slid down the wet tile wall. My pussy stretched over the tip of his enormous cock.
I groaned. Hot. So ready. So damn ready I was going to explode if he didn’t hurry up and fuck me.
He stopped.
“No.” What did a girl have to do to get fucked around here?
“No?”
My eyes flew open and I gasped at the bulging veins, the struggle on his face. The beast thought I didn’t want him. “I mean no, as in don’t stop. Don’t stop. I need you inside me.”
With a sound I was sure every room in this wing of the hotel heard loud and clear, he used the wall at my back to hold me in place as he filled me up one thick fucking inch at a time.
I gasped. Fists clenched on empty air. He was holding my wrists. I couldn’t move. Could do nothing but take whatever he wanted to give me.
I wanted everything. Everything.
Leaning forward, I used my teeth to nip at his flesh, just hard enough to tell him to hurry up. Go harder.
His growl was nowhere near any sound a human had ever made as he thrust hard. Fast. Deep.
“Yes!” My hips bucked, tried to move. But he’d left me no room. No space. There was the hard tile wall behind me and the solid wall of muscle in front of me.
“Mine.”
This beast seriously had a one-track mind.
I liked it. “Say it again.”
“Mine.” He moved. Pulled back. Pressed deep. Again. Again.
“Say it again.” I needed to hear it. Part of me still didn’t think this was real. That this insanely gorgeous male had chosen me when he could have Jessica and her long golden hair, or the Asian woman whose hair fell like black silk, or the gorgeous model who’d arrived at the show directly after a Paris lingerie fashion show.
Why me? Why the hell would anyone choose me?
“Mine.”
He fucked me hard and fast. Tears streaked my cheeks, emotions I didn’t dare name flowing from me in a torrent as the beast repeated his vow to me over and over, louder with each thrust. Harder. Faster. My ass and breasts bouncing like I was on a trampoline.
“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” He didn’t stop. Didn’t stutter.
My orgasm ripped through me, a sob escaping my throat. The steam and spray from the shower hid my tears. I didn’t want to explain them. Expose my inner demons. My insecurities. My doubts.
Being wanted this badly hurt. Hurt in places I’d locked down so hard and tight I had forgotten they existed.
