Page 26 of Beast in the Badlands
Renn’s laugh is dark, smug. “Bullshit.” He tears my pants down my hips, the sound of ripping fabric drowned by my startled laugh. “You’ve been staring at my hands since day one.”
“Maybe I was counting your knuckle scars.” I rock against him, earning a hiss as his claws prickle my thighs. “Cataloging weaknesses.”
His grip tightens, hauling me flush against him. “Find any?”
“Your ego’s a glaring one.” I brace my hands on his shoulders, still mindful of the bandages beneath my palms. “And your bedside manner’satrocious.”
“Funny.” He licks a stripe up my throat, all heat and hunger. “You’re the one straddling the patient.”
The wordpatientdies in the air as he flips us, pinning me beneath him with a growl that rumbles through my bones. His teeth find my earlobe. “Tell me to stop,” he breathes, voice ragged. “Or I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”
The heat of his words washes over me, and yet, as he pulls my worn military-grade trousers down my thighs, the vulnerability is almost too much. My hands flutter to cover myself, a futile attempt at modesty after everything we’ve shared.
Renn notices, his dark eyes flicking up to meet mine. There’s a tenderness in his gaze that I haven’t seen before—it catches me off guard, stealing the air from my lungs. Gently, he guides my hands away, pinning them softly above my head. His voice is a low rumble that vibrates through me.
“Don’t be shy, little love. Your body has been sculpted by gods.”
His words ignite something within me, a spark of confidence that burns away the last of my hesitation. I relax under his touch, my breath hitching as he kisses his way up my thighs. Each touch sends bolts of pleasure coursing through my veins, setting my skin alight with a fire I never knew existed.
When his mouth finds me, I can’t help but moan. His tongue is skilled, tracing patterns across my most sensitive flesh with a reverence that leaves me trembling. The pleasure builds quickly, a crescendo of sensation that threatens to overwhelm me. I canfeel myself teetering on the edge, and then, with one final stroke of his tongue, I fall apart, my body shattering into a thousand pieces of pure ecstasy.
Renn sits back, his eyes dark with desire as he watches me come undone. I lay there, panting, a sheen of sweat glistening on my skin as I ride out the aftershocks of my release. He makes quick work of his trousers, revealing the proud, thick length of his cock. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of apprehension.
“Renn…” I whisper, my voice trembling slightly. His gaze locks onto mine, and he stills, his hand frozen around his cock. “I’m a virgin.”
The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. For a moment, he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. Then, with a guttural groan, he throws his head back, his voice a low growl.
“Mine… all fucking mine…”
His hips hover over mine, morning light cutting across the ridges of his abdomen like a blade. A drop of sweat rolls down his neck onto my chest. "Still want this?" His voice scrapes raw against my nerves. "Last chance to?—"
I hook my heel around his thigh, yanking him closer. The thick head of his cock presses where I'm already slick and trembling. "Don'tflatteryourself, Reaper."
A feral grin splits his face. "Keep using that tone when I'm buried in you. Let’s see how long it lasts."
He pushes in slow—agony and ecstasy fused into one searing stretch. My nails bite into his shoulders as I hiss. "Fuck?—"
"Shhh. Breathe." His thumb strokes my hip, at odds with the possessive snarl in his voice. "So fucking tight. Like your cunt was made for me."
The words coil heat low in my belly.
I rock up greedily, earning a choked groan. "Gods—Emry?—"
"Thought you were… ah!… supposed to be… ruthless." I laugh breathlessly as he bottoms out, the sound dissolving into a whimper.
His claws graze my ribs, pupils blown black. "You want ruthless?" He withdraws almost completely before slamming back in. The cot creaks violently. "Beg for it."
"Go to hell."
He does it again, grinding deep on the thrust. My back arches as lightning shoots up my spine. "Renn?—"
"That's not begging." His teeth close over my nipple, tongue swirling. "Try harder."
I claw red furrows down his back. "Fuck me like you mean it or getoff?—"
A growl rips from his throat. His pace turns punishing, each snap of his hips punching moans from my throat. The broken ceiling spins above us as sweat soaks the threadbare cot.
"Look at you," he rasps, watching where we’re joined. "Taking me like you were born for it. Gonna ruin any man who tries to touch you after this."
