Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Can’t you give him more pain relief?” I plead to Priest, as the pain registers on Beast’s face.
“Honey, I’ve given him enough to knock out a horse. Any more and it’d kill him.”
“I’m fine,” Beast groans. “Just get the fuck on with it.”
It takes a couple of minutes, but Priest finally gets the bullet out of Beast’s shoulder and drops it into a jar.
“You can put it with the others,” Priest says.
I raise an eyebrow. “Others?”
“He’s the president. It comes with the job.” He hands me the jar. “Come on, we’ll help get him up to your room.”
Candlelight flickers against the shadows in the room. His bed is soft and warm.
Settled into the pillows, he looks at me and I feel a warm sensation bloom in my chest. His eyes are beautiful, his lashes long and dark, and I realize I could spend the night looking into them. Lust throbs between my legs. When I lick my lips, his eyes follow my tongue.
I touch his arm, and his lips part, and I ache to kiss them. Desire flickers in his eyes, and his fists tighten on his thighs.
I ache to feel his lips on mine.
He grimaces as pain sweeps through his expression.
“I wish you’d let me take you to the hospital,” I say softly.
“I have everything I need right here,” he says as he takes my face in his giant hands and presses his warm mouth to mine.
Instinctively, my lips part and I groan as his tongue sweeps in, tasting me.
He moans and the sound is like catnip to my arousal. I drink in his kiss, every glide of his lips, every velvety touch of his tongue drenching my panties.
He pulls me onto him and the front of my panties brush the hard form of his ginormous cock, and I almost cry out at the sensation against my aching clit. I whimper into his kiss.
“Little one,” he groans desperately. “I want this more than you could know…but not like this.”
He winces, and I brush my lips to his. “I know, you need to rest. And I’m going to be right here next to you. If you need anything, tell me. Let me take care of you.”
He half growls, half groans, and the deep rumble sends lust blasting through me. But I slide off him and settle into the warmth beside him. I feel him relax and before I realize, I slip into a warm and contented sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I awaken. Beast is asleep beside me. He’s lying on his back, his naked body heavy with sleep.
Light from the full moon floods his room.
I sit up and allow my gaze to move over him. His naked body is magnificent. All golden and smooth, and so damn masculine I can almost taste it.
I drink him in, my eyes sliding down his broad shoulders and down the thick muscles of his chest.
Down lower to the diamond-cut abs that lift softly with every sleepy breath he takes.
Down to the sexy V God gave men to tantalize both women and men.
His cock rests thick and heavy against his powerful thighs. My eyes linger.
I ache to touch it.
To put it in my mouth.
To feel it between my legs.
I lick my lips and wonder how it would feel as it grows in my mouth.
My body throbs because I know what it feels like when he’s inside me and I need to touch him.
I want to bend my head and take it in my mouth. Suckle the broad head and glide my tongue down the thick length of him.
I want to taste the salty cream of his precum, then the warmth of his cum as he pumps it down my throat.
But none of that will happen tonight.
He needs his rest.
His peace.
I lie back down so we’re face to face. His eyes are closed. His beautiful, full lips slightly parted. His mane of hair spread across the pillow. When I pull his heavy, muscular arm around me and snuggle into his warmth, he moans gently and pulls me in closer to his strong body, and I bury my face into his broad chest.
I close my eyes, aware of a new sensation singing in my blood.
Beast doesn’t need me to fuck him.
He needs to know I care.
CHAPTER 50
BELLE
I hold him throughout the night. As he sleeps, he has me tucked under one arm and curled against his big body. But whenever he groans with pain, I sit up on my knees and gently brush my fingers across his skin in little invisible trails across his tattoos, something I know he loves and feels great pleasure from, and his breathing slows and he disappears into a deep sleep again.
I’ve never seen anyone have as much morphine as he did last night and not have it affect them. But then Beast is an anomaly. A big, beautiful anomaly.