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“I can’t,” I whimpered, my sex clenching rapidly as my orgasm teetered right on the edge.
“For me, little bird. Cum forme.Cum for your Beast,” he growled, his fingers leaving my clit, his arm wrapping underneath the small of my back as he hammered inside of me faster and faster as we both began to fall over the edge.
“Beast!” I screamed, my head falling back as my fighting ceased, and I gave over to the pleasure he allowed.
“Mine!”he growled, leaning in, his teeth biting along my shoulder as he found his release and spilled himself deep inside of me. I could feel him pulsing, emptying himself into me as we came together as one.
We both panted out our breaths as we came down, his hand finally releasing me from captivity. My arms wrapped around his neck slowly. It felt like sandbags weighed my body down.
“That… was unexpected,” he huffed out, catching his breath. He pulled me up with him as he sat, guiding me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me. I clung to him, my body trembling from our play.
“Mmm hmm,” I murmured, unable to find words as I nuzzled into his neck. He pulled me back, smoothing the tresses that had come loose back behind my ears.
“Now, why don’t you go back to the house,” he suggested gently, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Why?” I pouted, wanting nothing more than to stay with him. Or better yet, for him to come back to the house with me so we could explore this wild side of his further.
“Because you need to get things done at the house while I finish up work here,” he explained, moving me off of his lap before he stood, fumbling with his jeans as he tugged them back up his rather attractive backside before refastening them. I, on the other hand, just sat there, gaping at him like a loon.
“I want to stay here with you. I can help,” I offered, getting to my feet rather unsteadily as I tried to untangle the mess that had become of the sleep pants and panties that still hung from my ankle.
“Or,” he said, turning to me with a smirk as he helped me pull the pants up over the curve of my ass. “You could get that delicious ass back to the house and finish the laundry. Then… if you finish it, when I get home, we can explore this more.” His dark promise was all the enticing I needed. I grinned wildly as I nodded.
“Okay, now get to it, little bird. The Beast will be hungry for you again soon,” he promised, smacking my ass as I walked past him. Hard.
I couldn’t help it. I ran back to the house as fast as I could. Laundry never looked so good.
CHAPTER11
MALACHI
I was still tingling, watching her literally run towards the house from the barn door, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I had half a mind to ignore it, to tell whoever had decided to bother me in my post-coital haze to go fuck themselves. The only reason I actually pulled it from my back pocket to answer was because only a few people had this number, and they would only call if they really needed me. Well, maybe not Ollie. Ollie was a dick and liked to send me stupid ass memes on an almost daily basis.
This time, however, it was decidedly not Ollie. It was a number I didn’t recognize, one not programmed into my phone. Perhaps I was on a call list of telemarketers, but of course that thought didn’t enter my sex-addled brain. I answered it.
“Hello, brother,” the voice came from the other end of the line. I almost dropped the phone.
“Leviticus?” I uttered, quickly trying to gather my wits about me. Why was he calling, and why was he calling from an unknown number? Immediately, rage replaced the confusion. I had a million questions to ask him — scratch that. A million accusations to hurl right in his smug-ass little face. Like a five-fingered punch of them straight at his stupid motherfucking nose.
“You haven’t called me that in a long time, Malachi,” he responded. His tone held the same formality he had adopted over the last week. It only further solidified the theory I had developed. Levi was gone. Leviticus Temple, the traitor, stood in his place.
“What do you need, Leviticus?” I struggled to keep the angry annoyance from my tone, but somehow I managed. Just barely.
“I need to speak with you.”
“So speak. I’m all ears,brother,” I responded somewhat sarcastically. So much for managing.
“I’d rather we speak in person,” he spoke firmly, clearing his throat.
“Well, I’m on my honeymoon, so…” I trailed off, defensively lying.
“We both know that won’t stop you from meeting with me,” he scoffed derisively. The man had balls the size of planets, throwing out that bullshit when he had done what he had done. Anger solidified in the pit of my stomach like a rock, permanent and unmoving.
“Levitic —” I began, but he quickly cut off anything I was about to say.
“See you soon,brother,” he interjected, mirroring my own sarcastic tone. With that, the line went dead. What in the ever loving fuck was that about?
My emotions swirled inside me. Everything from anger to rage to curiosity. And then the fear set in. If he had sold us out to Father, then in all likelihood he had told the rest of the Elders. The Reverend, too. And if they all knew, then this meeting with my brother was unlikely to be a pleasant chat amongst family.
