Page 73 of Royal Beast
The two of us lie there long enough to start to drift off, the pull of sleep too great to resist any longer after our exertions. I’m exhausted and content to stay in this position until morning.
But I wake up a few hours later with a start, the room spinning as panic claws at my chest. The dream was vivid, too real, a nightmare that has me feeling like the walls are closing in. I can still hear the echoes of it in my head—like they’re following me into the waking world. I gasp for air, my heart thundering in my chest, the familiar quiet of the room suddenly too much.
My body trembles, a shiver running down my spine as I push myself upright in bed, my eyes frantically scanning the darkness. I reach out, but the space next to me is cold.
I can’t breathe. My thoughts spiral, too jumbled to make sense of. My throat is tight, my breaths shallow, and I have to force myself to swallow against the lump that’s formed there.
“Darcy?”
His voice is groggy from just waking up, but there’s a softness there, a concern that makes me realize I’ve been holding my breath. I breathe out slowly and the sound of his voice grounds me.
“You’re safe,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I’ve got you.”
Kellan’s arm wraps around me, pulling me close, his warmth a comfort I hadn’t realized I needed so badly. I press my face against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming the chaos inside me. My hands grip the front of his shirt, desperate for his closeness, the safety I feel when I’m near him.
“Bad dream?” he murmurs, his voice low, still thick with sleep.
I nod against him, too embarrassed to speak the words aloud. I don't want him to see me like this, shaken and fragile, especially after everything we’ve been through. But the weightof the dream still presses on me, suffocating and real. The fear lingers, and I can’t shake it.
Kellan holds me, his arms tightening around me as if he can keep all the darkness at bay. I close my eyes and let myself melt into him, letting his heartbeat lull me into a calmer state.
His fingers brush through my hair, gently, soothingly.
“Distract me,” I beg. “I don’t want to go back to sleep yet.”
“How do you want me to distract you?” he asks, stroking a hand down my back.
I turn to face him, the moonlight illuminating his face in profile. He’s got a strong nose, a sloping forehead, and long lashes, I observe. He’s handsome, but there’s almost a prettiness to it as well.
“I want to feel you inside me again,” I tell him.
He pulls back a little, studying my face. “Are you sure? I can, but I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Yes, I want this,” I tell him. “Do something that makes me forget all about my bad dream.”
He nods slowly, easing himself out of the bed as he heads for the dresser, searching for something in his top drawer.
“How about this?” he asks. “I’ve always wanted to try it with a partner.” He holds up the small, pink, silicone device. It’s curved, one end larger than the other. “This side goes into you, and then it curves up and the other side rests against your clit.”
“Where do you fit?” I ask, curious as he brings it over to me.
“I go in behind it,” he says, a soft smirk on his face when he sees my surprise. The idea sends a thrill down my spine, and I roll over onto my back, spreading my thighs for him. It’s a mess down there, sticky and wet from before, so when he pushes the toy in, then slips in behind it, there’s no stretch, no pain, just the feeling of being incredibly full.
He switches the toy on, and it sends electric sparks up and down my body, nerves alight as he presses himself fully againstme, the two of us barely needing to move as the toy vibrates around us, doing all the work.
My body thrums, the heat coiling in my gut. All thoughts of my bad dream have flown right out of my head as the toy works while Kellan ruts against me, the two of us making short, aborted movements as we revel in the sensations around us.
“Oh, yes,” I whimper. “This is so good. I love this toy,” I say, my words punctuated with little pants as I bend my knees to take him deeper inside.
It doesn’t take long for the sensations to completely overwhelm me, and I find myself slipping off the edge before I realize.
“Oh, my God!” I whisper, clutching at Kellan’s arms. “Fuck, that was intense.”
Kellan follows right behind me, his cock pulsating once, twice inside me before he’s spurting ropes of cum deep inside, coming apart with a grunt.
We break apart and lie back, panting as we catch our breath. I pull the toy out and discard it next to me on the bed.
My body feels sticky and sweaty, and I know I need a shower, so I turn to look at Kellan, giving him wide, puppy eyes. “Can we shower together?” I ask, tracing a finger along his chest. He nods, and the two of us head for the shower, needing to clean up.
