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Beast took her left breast into his mouth, sucking on the nipple until she cried out.He did her right as well, leaving an imprint of his teeth there.Seeing his mark there made Pixie shudder in anticipation.
He continued downward, kissing her ribs, her stomach, and finally the valley between her legs.She moaned, gripping the sheets above her as he put his mouth to her pussy.Beast licked and sucked the folds, finally closing his mouth on her sensitive clit.
When he sucked on it, Pixie came, shuddering under his expert tongue and mouth.When she came to, Beast positioned himself between her legs.He hefted them over her shoulders, his gaze never leaving her.
When he finally sank his thick cock into her, slow and deep, she gasped and arched into him, eyes fluttering closed.
“Eyes on me, Pix,” he said, voice husky.“I need to see you.”
She opened her eyes, met his.The connection in that moment stole her breath more than anything else had.
Beast moved inside her with a slow, punishing rhythm, his gaze never leaving hers.It wasn’t just sex.It wasn’t just release.It was something more.
He kissed her through every moan, every broken whisper of his name.Pixie clung to him like he was her anchor.When she begged him to go faster, deeper, Beast complied.
Beast felt so good inside her, so perfect.Each time their bodies joined, it felt like their souls touched.Sweat coated their bodies, and when Beast shifted the angle of his thrusts, Pixie arched her back and whimpered.
He’d found her sweet spot and kept aiming for it, until the pressure building inside her burst.The room fell away from her line of sight and Pixie cried out, screaming his name.Beast pumped in and out of her a few more times, before growling and finally climaxing, burying his mouth in her neck.
For a while, there was only the sound of their breathing.Then Beast shifted, gently rolling to his side and pulling her with him, so her cheek rested on his chest and his hand cradled the back of her head.
Pixie didn’t speak.She didn’t have the words.She just lay there, wrapped in his arms, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her palm.
****
It started with a knock.Soft.Barely there.But in the silence of the late night, it might as well have been a gunshot.
Pixie froze mid-step in the hallway, a tray of clean glasses balanced in her arms.Most of the guys had gone to bed or were passed out drunk in the lounge.The clubhouse was quiet, the kind of quiet that made her skin crawl.She glanced toward the main entrance, heart thudding.No one ever knocked.She set the tray down slowly, quietly, and tiptoed closer.Maybe it was a club member who forgot their keys.Maybe it was nothing.
But something felt wrong.The knock came again, more insistent this time.
Pixie’s throat dried up.Her feet moved on instinct, edging toward the heavy door.She knew better.She should’ve gone for one of the guys.Should’ve gotten Beast.But what if it was just someone harmless?
She peeked through the side window.Empty.No one was there.The hair on the back of her neck stood up.And then she saw it, half-shadowed in the distance, just beyond the security lights.A figure.Tall.Male.Standing too still to be casual.Her breath hitched.No.It couldn’t be.She turned away from the door fast, but too late.
A brick came crashing through the side window with a deafening shatter.Pixie screamed, ducking instinctively as glass sprayed across the floor.
She ran.Down the hall, heart in her throat, shouts breaking out from the lounge.Doors slammed open.Someone—she didn’t know who—yelled her name.
Then she heard it.Her name again, but this time from outside.
“Pixie!”The voice was unmistakable.Dark.Mocking.Familiar.
The man who haunted her dreams.Brad.Her brother’s old best friend.The one who had destroyed everything.
“Come on out, sweetheart!I just wanna talk!”
Her legs nearly gave out as panic flooded her system.But she kept running, feet slamming against the tile, heading straight into Beast’s office.It was instinct, her anchor, her shield.
But she didn’t need to get that far.Beast was already storming out of a side hallway, shirtless and barefoot, his gun drawn, rage etched into every line of his face.Behind him, Gunner and two others flanked the hall, weapons ready.
“Pixie!”Beast’s voice cracked like thunder.“You with me?”
She could only nod, breathless and trembling.
He crossed the distance in two long strides and caught her in his arms just as her knees buckled.She buried her face in his chest, shaking uncontrollably.
“I saw him,” she whispered.“He’s here.He was right outside.”
