His body jerked as he shoved a gate open. Then they were on a porch and going through a door, and she closed her eyes to everything because she was sure he would turn on the lights, and it would be too bright.
He didn’t, though. Beast stepped into his bedroom. It was completely dark except for the blue moonlight that streamed through the blinds of the window, striping her like a tiger.
Beast set her down, but stayed on her, pressing her back against a wall. He only put inches between them when he eased back to pull his shirt over his head. God, he was beautiful. Scarred all to hell, muscles rippling, tattoos covering half his body, short hair mussed from taking off his shirt, eyes glowing like an animal’s in the dim lighting. He didn’t give her time to study his perfectly defined chest, his sculpted eight pack, the ink that decorated his body, or the spider web of claw marks. He was back on her like he couldn’t stop touching her, his lips urgent against hers.
He was going to figure this out really quick. Kiera wasn’t showing a lot. She’d been in shape before getting pregnant, and her tight abs had kept her bump from popping yet, but she definitely looked like she’d eaten a big meal. Big enough to make her stomach tight as a drum and slightly rounded. But when Beast pulled her sweater over her head, his focus wasn’t on her stomach. It was on her red lacy bra. Her boobs were tender and spilling out of it, and a wave of insecurity washed through her.
Beast’s slow, feral smile put her at ease immediately. He lifted his gaze back to hers and unsnapped the back like he’d done it a thousand times. Perhaps he had. He ripped her bra from her and tossed it to the ground behind him. She had already kicked out of her boots, but Beast shocked her to stillness when he slid down to his knees and dragged her leggings down with him. He cast her a wicked big-cat smile that was all male bravado and utter confidence. Sexy Beast. He slid one arm behind her lower back and lifted up on his knees enough to bite her hip, kiss it, bite her hipbone, kiss it. He was working his way to her inner thighs, and Kiera was already panting in desperation, her nails on his scalp, gripping his hair, as she rolled her hips with every nip. When his lips brushed her sex, she gasped his name and rolled her eyes closed. This was everything. The care he took to make her feel good. The time he took. The slow pace he set with his tongue. Her entire body was shaking, and the pressure built and built until her legs wouldn’t hold her. But Beast was there, supporting her, holding her upright. With a growl, he lifted her and settled her onto his bed. Pushing her legs open wider, he sucked on her clit, then pushed his tongue into her again, but she was already so close.
“I’m coming,” she murmured mindlessly. “Beast, Beast, Beast, I’m coming.”
Orgasm pulsed through her so hard her body twitched. Kiera gripped his hair, and he snarled a sexy sound as he eased back and crawled up her body. His massive arms flexed as he locked them on either side of her shoulders. Kiera was floating. She was smoke. All she could do was look up at him helplessly as her release pulsed on and on, leaving her in a haze of pleasure she couldn’t escape. There was the tinkle of a belt, the rip of a zipper, and Kiera smiled drunkenly because it wasn’t over. He wasn’t finished with her, and a big part of her was just so happy that this moment could drag on.
Beast lifted her hand to his lips, then kissed her wrist. He kissed down to the inside of her elbow, then dragged her hand up his stomach like she’d done earlier, like he wanted that kind of touch now. Like he craved it. He was so warm, so perfect. She traced a few of the scars, but her attention drifted to his abs and to the shadows that his V of muscle made right at the top of the pants he was pushing down.
She’d never been this excited to see a man’s body before.
Beast’s pants hit the floor, and Kiera inhaled sharply when his thick erection jutted between them. Big, badass, alpha male Beast had known what he was doing. He’d needed to open her up, and loosen her up before he pushed inside her.
Beast went down to his elbows and pulled her hand to his ribs, then urged her palm to his back. When he dipped into her shallowly, Kiera moaned and clawed up her hand on reflex. Beast gave a look that was half sexy grimace, half wicked grin.
“Do that when I make you come again, Kiera. Let me know you like it.”
Holy fuck, what? He wanted her to claw him? Ooooh. Beast thrust into her deeper, his abs flexing against her belly, and now his lips were on hers again. She could taste herself on him, but there was something erotic about sharing that. She moved her other hand to his back to feel his graceful movement when he slid into her again. Deeper this time, and she had to remind herself to relax so she could take him.
He was doing something to her, something she didn’t understand. He was drawing that sensation up again, that tingling feeling that took over her body and made her feel like she was sparkling from the inside out. His fingers dug into her hip as he pushed into her again and again, all the way inside of her now, and there was so much pleasure building where he touched her she was overwhelmed by it. Her body felt so strange, so full. The hollowness was gone, and in its place was this warm hopefulness.
Beast was bucking into her faster now, and she was close, crying out every time he hit her clit, desperately gripping his hair, then clawing her fingers against the strong planes of his back, gripping his hair, then clawing.
Beast ground out her name in a voice that couldn’t pass for human, but it called to her soul. So deep, so perfect, so good. She yelled out his name and arched her back against the mattress as release rippled through her again. Out of her mind with pleasure, she dragged her nails down his back. Beast snarled a sexy, terrifying sound and rammed into her, froze, then shot warmth into her. When he reared back and slammed into her again, there was more warmth. Nothing had ever been like this. No single moment in her life was comparable.