Page 70 of Guided by the Stars
My eyes roam over the perfection of the body in front of me. He’s wearing dark blue jeans that mold to his flawless hips, paired with a simple black t-shirt that tightens with each deep breath he takes. The Beast is in full form, attempting to control his aggression. His face is pulled tight with jealousy as his eyes bounce between Daemyn and I, trying to navigate the dimly drawn lines.
He’s sinful, which is making it hard to breathe, or maybe it’s the growing tension saturating the air surrounding us. Whatever it is, the magnetic pull is strong between us and I want nothing more than to run into his arms. Unfortunately, he’s stronger. I glance away, dropping my head. There are no words uttered, no apology, no explanation. There is only the heavy steps Alexius takes storming into the kitchen, forcing the barrier between us.
“And to think you missed him.” Daemyn’s laughter is cut short by the shove I give him. I don’t know what it was I was expecting with him coming home, but that wasn’t it. It never is with Alexius.
“Don’t be like that, Baby Girl,” Daemyn says, throwing his arm over my shoulder and pulling me into a side hug. “You know as well as I do that he missed you too.” I smile weakly at him and he rolls his eyes before continuing, “Babe, you’re not getting it, Alexius doesn’t know the first thing about someone caring about him. He’s an ass for the way he is handling it, but he’s just as confused as you are, and trying his best to do what’s right to protect you.” He gives me a quick squeeze before letting go and getting up, making his way to the door. “Or, you know, you could go in there and strip for him,” he laughs at his own damn joke, walking out the door, dodging the pillow I throw at him.
I’ve been there, done that, literally throwing my clothes off for him and he returns home and blocks me completely out. “Alright I can do this,” I huff, dragging myself off the couch and making my way towards the kitchen.
My heart skips an extra beat upon seeing Alexius. Even pissed and hovering over the sink with his back towards me, he’s sexy as hell, gripping the counter with enough force that his knuckles have turned white.
The warning flashing in my head makes me hesitate for a split second before I shake it off and reach forward. I place one hand on his back while the other curls around his bicep. “Alexius, talk to me,” my voice comes out strained, aching for him to let that hold he has over himself crumble. He’s lined with tension, putting the barrier up between us, but there is not a single part of me that wants to walk out that door, leaving him alone with his own discomfort.
Despite his body remaining rigid, his muscles flex under my touch, while his mind is trapped with the thoughts circling in his head.
I step in a little closer, letting my hands move of their own accord as they rub across his back and down his arm. I watch his neck pulse with the deep swallow he takes, keeping his eyes closed. “Please,” I beg with a whisper. My body leans into his, my mouth reaching for his ear. “Let me in.”
He turns around and his blue eyes, as dark as murky water, flash open with a lust mirroring mine as he grabs a hold of my waist. His hands squeeze tight into my skin, lifting me up, and my ass slams down on the table. Heat erupts instantly and before my mind catches up, I’m pushed flat on my back, feeling the cool wood through the thin fabric of my shirt as his fingers trail down to my boxers. The cold air surrounding us instantly brushes against me as he yanks them off in one swift motion.
“Open,” he growls from the back of his throat, pushing my knees apart. “You know how fucking wet you are?” He crouches, giving me a wink before lowering his eyes, focusing all of his attention between my legs. Shame should wash over me, but that primal look, the way he is licking his lips and the hunger in face, it’s turning me on as much as his touch.
Stubble scratches against my bare thighs and my breath catches in my throat. I can’t control the moans, feeling the little scrapes move upwards along with his warm breath, shooting tingles all the way to my toes. “So damn perfect. Ready and waiting.”
“Fuck!” I scream. His warm tongue hits home, pushing inside my pussy, licking up against me. He’s slow, concise, with the perfect pressure as he makes his way up to circle against my clit. “Oh my fucking God, Alexius!”
“Quiet, love. Daemyn’s still here,” his husky voice commands as he tosses my legs over his shoulders, his face digging further into me.
“Shit.” I bite down, tossing my head back, the sensation of his fingers overwhelming me. He’s pushing hard inside of me, his moist tongue ravaging me, sending me over that edge again.
“Beast, fuck!” I grunt, an insane pressure shooting through me as I lift my hips, grinding to meet his tongue, lick for lick. I fight my moans, holding back, but fuck being quiet. “Oh my God!” I scream as his fingers curl, pumping in harder and his mouth sucks with a hunger unlike ever before, coaxing every nerve in my body to tighten. I squeeze my eyes shut as energy soars, shooting through me, a powerful force spiraling me out of control. “Alexius,” I yell, shaking against him in absolute bliss.
My body goes limp, sagging against the cold table that’s cooling down my heated flesh. I jolt up, fisting my hands into his shirt, having no time to recover as Alexius steps away. “No!” I mumble, refusing him to create that distance.
I inch my body closer, crashing my hardened nipples against him, forcing our bodies to mold together without an inch between us. Our hearts beating erratically against each other as we stare at one another, face to face.
Supported by a confidence I don’t recognize, I squeeze my hands tighter, lifting his shirt and tossing it aside. My palms push flat against his chest, resting on either side of his family crest. He’s tense, his muscles twitching under my fingers as I trail lower over every mark they ever gave him. I make a point to touch each reminder of how different our worlds are until my fingers reach his belt buckle.
The cold leather unbuckles easily, and my fingers play along the button of his jeans as his hands come down, stopping mine. “Nora.” He swallows deeply, staring at me. “I missed you. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His eyes lower, awayfrom mine, and Daemyn’s words replay in my head. The big Beast is vulnerable, unsure of what to do. Terrified about making the wrong choice.
I stare at him and whisper in what I hope is a seductive voice, “I’ll beg, I’ll scream it. Just stop fighting this and claim me as yours.” Alexius’ eyes shoot up and insecurity builds in me when he doesn’t move or say a single thing. He just stares with an unrecognizable glow flashing in the midst of his stormy blue eyes.
His lips assault mine, rough, and forceful with the pent-up hunger we’ve been fueling each other with for weeks. His hands grip tight to my ass, hoisting me up as I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him, refusing to let go.
Our kisses are bruising and frantic, but our mouths never part as he walks us to the bedroom, guiding my body onto his bed.
Our eyes stay glued to one another as he unbuttons his jeans and then sheds the rest of his clothes. He’s gorgeous. Every part of him is firm, hot, and rippling with muscles that are just begging to be licked. My breathing grows erratic and with shaking fingers, I yank off my shirt and lay my naked body on the soft sheets of his bed. He’s seen me naked before and for crying out loud, his tongue was deep inside me moments ago. I shouldn’t be nervous, but I am.
“Love, I need you to look at me,” his deep voice says, sending a shiver down my spine and I shift up to see him standing at the edge of the bed with his dick in his hand. I bite my lip as my body heats from head to toe, watching it pulse with the same throbbing need beating within me. “Woman.” My eyes dart back up to his and he gives me a knowing grin. “Stop the biting. I’m serious, we can stop this right now.”
I gulp down my nerves and I curl my finger, beckoning him, knowing exactly what I want. “Not a chance, Beast.”
That smirk as he climbs onto the bed sends any insecurity I had away. He’s damn perfect, placing gentle, mind-boggling kisses up my body as he crawls his lips towards mine. Once he reaches me, his eyes lock with mine and worry flashes through them as he hovers over me. The insecurity from before hits hard as he stares down at me, trying to read my thoughts. “Are you sure?” he asks, touching his hand to my hip ever so lightly.
“I’m more than sure,” I say, steady and determined with adrenaline and lust pumping rapidly against my chest. “I’m positive. I want this moment with you.”
His lips reclaim mine, pushing hard, and passionately kissing me as my hand rubs up and down against his back with the same ferocity of his. He’s exploring me, his fingers digging into my skin, pressing into my hips and forcing my legs to curl around his waist.
We go on and on, our fingers burning into one another, groping and squeezing, frantically kneading each other. “Fuck, Nora,” he whispers into my mouth as his cock slides against me, teasing me.
