Bound To The Beast (2 page)

“Sorry, but this was a one-time thing,” I said, trying to sound casual but my heart was hammering in my ears at the sudden darkening of his gaze. “I don’t date guys I, uh, you know, fuck in a bathroom.” Good God, just uttering those words seemed surreal. I tried to soften the blow, adding, “But it was great. I mean, really great. The best actually…I…well, I…anyway, it was great. But I should go now…”

There was a low rumbling in his chest and I shuddered when I realized the sound was eerily similar to that of a dog…
or a wolf. Perhaps I’d had too much to
drink after all. I tried to walk past him but
his arm shot out and I was suddenly gripped in a painful vise. I cried out and tried wrenching my arm free but he pulled me toward him, his eyes shining with a pale light that frankly, defied explanation. “Who are you?” I whispered again, only this time, I wasn’t being seduced into not caring
or not being afraid
. “What are you?”

At that his mouth curved slightly. “My name is Vance
and deep down you know what I am
. I
’ve
searched a long time for you, Olivia
Franklin,” my eyes widened at his knowledge of my name. “And I don’t plan to leave this shit hole of a club without you.”

“Why?” I was afraid to ask, but somehow, I think I knew the answer, even as nonsensical as it seemed.

“Because you’
re my mate.”

“You
r
what?” I shook my head, unable to process or accept what he was saying to me because it was dialogue straight out of a movi
e that frankly, I had no interest in watching. “You’re mistaken—
oh
!
“

He shocked me by nuzzling my neck, licking the soft skin there. I couldn’t help the answering shudder and the way my knees wobbled. “See, sweetling?” he murmured. “Your body knows what your mind will not accept.
” He straightened with a knowing look. “Now come.”

My protests fell on deaf ears as he practically dragged me from the bathroom and out onto the throbbing dance floor. No one paid attention to the fact that I was struggling against him or that he’d thrown me over his shoulder when I tried to wrench my arm from his grasp. No one noticed when he tossed me into his sleek black car and drove away.

“Oh my God, are you kidnapping me?” I asked, shaking all over. “Holy shit…you are kidnapping me!”

“The rules of humans do not apply to my kind,” he answered
with a shrug. “You are my mate and you will come to accept it. Until then, I must plant my seed in you as much as possible to cement the bond.”

“Plant your seed?” I repeated, incredulous. “No! I don’t
want
your seed, as you call it. What if I get pregnant? Oh crap. We should’ve used protection. Why was I so stupid?” I groaned, watching my life flash before my eyes.
“I’m never this irresponsible. Never in my life. I’m the one that always made sure everyone had a designated driver; always the one who made sure that no one’s drinks had been tampered with; and definitely the one who always insisted on condoms…and the one time that I throw caution to the wind, I end up with a crazy person who thinks I’m his mate and wants to…what did you say? Plant your seed? Ugh!”

He glowered at my tirade but otherwise remained focused on the road. “You will come to understand.”

“Don’t bet on it,” I grumbled, shooting him a dark glare of my own. “You picked the wrong girl to pick as a mate. I’m not mate material. Just ask any one of the boyfriends who left me for someone else.”

“Anyone who would leave you for someone else is an idiot but I’m glad for now I don’t have to rip their arms from their sockets. No one touches my mate but me.”

“Caveman,” I muttered, but his statement sent a private thrill chasing my thoughts. I’d never been with anyone who was so into me that they’d go after anyone who dared look cross-eyed at me. Okay, it was so un-PC and very medieval, but also very hot.
“Where are you taking me?”

He sent a smoldering look my way. “Somewhere where I can fuck you properly.”

Whatever caustic comment had been on my tongue died as I swallowed against the rise of desire his statement caused. Instantly, I felt wet and ready. I squirmed in the seat and he lifted his nose in the air and sniffed. He turned to me with a knowing smile. “Soon, sweetling. I will have you on your back
with my cock buried inside your quivering pussy
before long
.”

I blushed at his bold words but they secretly thrilled me.
Had any man ever been so wild about me? No. Most men had simply enjoyed my company while it was pleasant and then had moved on. It burned how easily I’d always been
replaced. This man wanted me and no other. I confess, that appealed to me on every level of my being.
“
Why me?” I asked, unable to quell my curiosity.

“Because your soul calls to mine. Your scent is made to tease me. I can smell
your
arousal right now and
it’s driving me to distraction.” His hands tightened on the wheel and I knew how he felt because, inexplicably, it mirrored my own feelings.
“Simply…you were made for me.”

Somehow, his words rang true but I still didn’t know why. “Let’s say I believe you…how do you know this?”

“We are born with the imprint of our mate. When I caught your scent, I followed it to that bar. I watched you for weeks. It took every ounce of will power not to rip those men to shreds for daring to touch you, even if only on your shoulder. You belong to me.”

“
What if I don’t want to belong to you?” His answering snarl caused me to shake. “What are you?”

He chuckled in a low silky rumble. “You’ll see.”

We arrived at a big, rambling log house
deep within the forest
that looked hewn from rough timber yet appeared well-made at the same time.
It was pitch black outside and all around me the night sounds of the forest echoed. I shivered and hurried to catch up with Vance as he strode into the house.

It was typically masculine in a comforting way but just as I was about to remark that it could use a woman’s touch, he scooped
me up and carried me from the living room. I didn’t need to ask where he was taking me. I felt his desire emanating from every fiber in his body. I clung to him, suddenly
feverish to feel him inside me.

“You’re shaking, sweetling,” he murmured.

“I can’t help it,” I admitted, ducking my head against his chest. “I’m a little freaked out by how I feel and what’s about to happen.”

“It is natural to be fearful of something new,” he said.
“But I will protect you from anything that would harm you.”

I smiled, liking the sound of that. But I still had to wonder…why me? What was so special about me? “Are you sure I’m the right girl for you?”

He laid me down on the bed
gently and began stripping. “I am sure,” he answered. His cock sprang free and I salivated at the sight. He saw the hunger in my eyes and palmed the thick, fleshy-headed monster with approval. “The soul does not lie.
Our bodies do not lie. Now, come sweetling,” he commanded. “Suck my cock. I wish to feel your beautiful mouth on my flesh.”

I nodded, helpless to refuse him. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I want to feel the hot length bumping against the back of my throat. I wanted to hear him shout as he filled my mouth. I shuddered at the wanton desire crawling through my
veins. He brought out a part of myself that I never knew existed.
Had it only been a few hours ago that I’d been sitting in that bar, feeling morose and pathetic for being stood up by a loser that I barely liked anyway? I pushed away the memory with distaste. It may have been only hours ago, but it felt like a lifetime ago in someone else’s life.
I closed my eyes and inhaled the spicy musk clinging to his bronzed skin and eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth.
His groan thrilled me senseless and I worked harder to please him. His fingers threaded through my hair and I loved the feel of his grip tightening on my scalp as I increased the tempo, sucking harder, laving the head with attention to the ridge until he began to moan deep in his throat. I wanted to taste him. I’d never imagined myself desiring such a thing but at that moment, I desperately wanted him to lose control through my actions. A heady excitement followed as his breathing became shallow and harsh, as if he were holding back by the thinnest of margins.
I cupped the heavy twin sac and kneaded it softly, tugging gently as I sucked. The added stimulation was all it took and suddenly, he stiffened and shouted as warm jets of fluid filled my mouth. I gulped the salty cream quickly as more filled my mouth. Some escaped and dribbled down my chin but I didn’t care. His cock slipped from my mouth and he stumbled away to collapse on the bed. His spent cock seeped at the head, dripping slowly down his thigh. I wiped at my chin and stared at the man lying beside me, his massive chest heaving with the force of his exertion. I couldn’t help the smile
that curved my lips. I’d managed to lay this giant of a man low with the power of my mouth. Similarly, he’d done the same to me in that dingy bathroom.

Was it true? Were we linked in some way? I had to have answers. I straddled him and stared down, waiting for him to catch his breath. After a moment, he opened his eyes and smiled his approval at my initiative. “Tell me what you are,” I said.

“First, remove your clothing,” he countered with a grin. “It hardly seems fair that I am the only one naked.” I blushed and hesitated. It was one thing to be nude in the heat of the moment, yet quite another to strip in front of another person fully aware that there would be no hiding your flaws. At my hesitation, he gentled his voice, saying, “Never hide your body from me. There is nothing on your body that I do not desire. Your plump tits are perfect for sucking; your rounded hips make me ache with need; and your ass makes me hard just thinking of the things I want to do to it. And there is nothing I wouldn’t do to your body, no place I wouldn’t touch or taste, sweetling. To me, you are perfection.”

My eyes watered. “How can you say that? I’m plainly not perfect.”

His expression changed to a mild scowl as he said, “To me you are
everything
and that is all that matters.” He rose up and I tucked my legs around his torso. He sealed his mouth to mine, matching his actions to his words. I sank into his touch, tangling my tongue with his.
My arms wound around his neck and I
pressed myself tightly against him. I’d only known him for a few hours but that seemed false. The contours of our bodies matched like puzzle pieces and I realized I could spend an eternity in his arms and never miss the world. I broke the kiss and pulled my blouse free, tossing it to the floor. He unsnapped my bra for me. When my breasts bounced free, he filled his palms with the weighty flesh. His eyes closed as he squeezed each breast and thumbed the nipple to tight, budded tips. I groaned at his touch, loving how quickly and easily my body responded. I climbed off of him and slowly unzipped my jeans to wiggle free. His eyes lit up with pure lust as soon as the jeans cleared my hips, revealing the black lacy panties that had matched my bra. I peeled the fabric from my hips and tossed them to him. He surprised me when he brought the scrap of cotton to his nose and inhaled deeply. I blushed yet the fact that he loved my personal scent was a major turn-on. To him, my scent wasn’t dirty or musky — it was straight perfume. I understood this because it was how I felt about him. When I’d buried my nose in his groin, the scent of his flesh near his cock and balls was the most amazing scent I’d ever encountered.

“So beautiful,” he breathed, his voice tight with restrained lust. “Come here, sweetling.”

I did as he bade me and once again straddled his torso. His cock had recovered and was already swelling to majestic proportions. I wanted answers but I
also wanted to feel him inside me. I was caught between the need to understand and the need to feel. As his hardened cock nudged at my backside, the warm flesh like silk poured over hot steel, I knew I would need to feel him inside me first. The answers could wait.

I lifted and sank down on the thick length of him. I shuddered as my channel stretched to accommodate his length and girth. It took a full moment before I could move. The shock of his cock impaling me took my breath away.
He lifted his hips, pushing himself deeper inside me. I drew a shuddering breath and moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against my G-spot, thrumming that particularly elusive pleasure zone with unerring accuracy. The pleasure rippled through me as he held my hips and plunged hard into me. My entire body jiggled with each thrust and my mouth fell slack as I ground myself against his cock. He filled his hands with my breasts, squeezing the firm, bountiful flesh as I found my pleasure writhing on his thick member. I’d never been so wanton, so free, so greedily focused on getting off instead of worrying about what I looked like naked. I didn’t have to worry any longer about the lighting or the angles and I gloried in that sexual freedom.

A flush stole up my neck as that delicious tingle began in the pit of my stomach just as Vance began to groan loudly, his grip on my hips tightening painfully.
“Yess, sweetling,” he encouraged me with a growl. “Take your pleasure. Ride me, beautiful woman!”