“I do know her.”
“I don’t even know her anymore! You can’t know her better than me, you dick weevil douche nugget armpit shitstain… fuck! I don’t even know what I’m saying right now I’m so angry. Stop following me.”
Beast was grinning, and she wanted to claw his face off, but she didn’t have fucking claws anymore, so she bent down and ripped two handfuls of wild grass from the ground and threw it at his face. It floated down in a pitiful green rain that missed him by a foot. Fuck everything. She kicked at a weed and let off a pathetic human growl when Beast got too close. If that noise didn’t prove she was human, well then Beast was just as crazy as the other psychopaths in this trailer park.
“Damn, Beast,” Dustin crowed from his front porch. “Kiera looks pissed! You want me to protect you from her?”
“Fuck you, Stupid Dustin!” Kiera said, flipping him the bird.
Beast’s grin grew bigger.
“I said stop following me!” she barked at Beast. Her body was humming with something, fury perhaps. She hadn’t been this mad in…ever.
Beast was taunting her, and Dustin was butting in now, too. “Sorry, no fucking me, Kiera. Emma’s got that chore tonight. By the way, Stupid Dustin is a terrible insult. My IQ is kind of high. I made all As in school. And I’m a fast talker, so you know I’m smart. Do you want to try again? You could call me Douche Canoe Dustin. Dung Beetle Dustin. Dick Flake Dustin?”
Feeling insane with her anger, she flapped her hands around in front of her and stomped the next two steps. “Aaaah!”
Dustin zipped his lips and pretended to throw away the key, but he was still smiling. Stupid Dustin.
Beast felt heavy—too heavy—from behind her. That, and he was growling now, a low threatening sound that raised the hairs on the back of her neck. She swatted at it. He wouldn’t hurt her, probably, but just in case, she picked up her pace.
“Bad idea running from a predator,” Dustin called unhelpfully.
“I fucking know! I used to be one!” She pulled on the door handle of her El Camino, but Beast slammed the door closed again and yanked her around to face him. And his face. Was. Terrifying.
Blazing gold had taken his eyes, and when he curled his lips back, his teeth had grown sharper. Body rigid, his muscles pressed against his clothes. He was in hunter mode.
Beast cupped her neck and dipped his fiery gaze to her lips. It struck her in the seconds before he leaned into her. He wasn’t hunting her. She’d riled him up. Beast pressed her against the car with his body weight and kissed her hard. So hard she tasted blood. So hard she felt his teeth. So hard she could feel every stony muscle of his torso against hers like a second skin.
Trapped! He’d trapped her against the car, was holding the back of her neck, and she was stuck in this rough kiss with a man she was so…so…
Beast released her neck and stroked his hands down her arms to her hands where he intertwined their fingers. The growl in his throat was nothing short of feral and rattled constantly, but his kiss had gone from bitey to sexy in an instant. He angled his face, pushed his tongue past her lips and into her mouth, and oh my God. She was supposed to be doing something right now… Raging? Running? He’d kissed her into dumbness. Every remaining working brain cell was focused on how soft his lips had suddenly turned, and the little hussies were cheering like this was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to her. Her traitor body rolled against him. Her traitor hands slipped under the hem of his sweater to touch his bottom two abs.
“Let me show her to you,” he murmured against her lips.
What? Show what to who? His words didn’t make sense, but he could’ve said “Let’s go run naked in the snow right now,” and she would’ve done it as long as he kept kissing her like this. Like he was breathing life into her.
When he ran her hands up his washboard stomach, a shiver trembled up his body. He gritted his teeth and rested his forehead on hers for a moment before he kissed her again. Right, he didn’t like touch, but at the moment, she couldn’t help herself. Beast was perfect. Dominant, manly, muscular, and could kiss like he would be a demon in the sack. And it’s not like he was pulling dominant male lion shit and turning her around to fuck her from behind. He was still holding her hands and kissing her like he meant it.
Something deep inside of her was opening up. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just there, at the edge of her senses. Her insides were slowly sparking with warmth and a tingling sensation. Whatever he was doing to her body, she loved it.
She moved her hands to his chest and moaned when his kisses drifted to her neck. He was a biter, but not too hard. Not too painful. It was as if he was letting her know he could sink his teeth into her but was in control of himself. He pulled the loose neck of her sweater aside and kissed down her collar bone to her claiming mark. When his lips brushed the first scar, he reared back and glared at it for a moment, but if he was angry, he put that emotion into kissing her again. Beast pulled her wrists down his stomach until her hands rested just at his belt-line.
Carefully, Beast slipped his hand down the front of her leggings and cupped her sex gently, dragging a sigh of ecstasy from Kiera. When he pushed a finger inside her, his body started shaking. No, it was humming with power.
He sucked hard on her bottom lip and murmured, “Woods or bed?”
“Bed,” she said on a breath.
He yanked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him as he strode for his trailer. He carried her as if she weighed nothing, but perhaps to a big, powerful man like Beast, she didn’t. His gait stayed smooth and long while he held her up with only one arm. His other hand was tangled in the back of her hair, pulling her close as he kissed her. For a moment, she thought he might need to see where he was going, but when she tried to pull away, he wouldn’t have it. Perhaps Beast knew his territory like the back of his hand.