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  “I am going to tear you up, just eat you alive until there is nothing left.” He certainly had showed her exactly what he was made of, but she wanted so much more. “You want that, don’t you? You want me to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit comfortably for a week.”

  “You know my answer, Beau.” She clenched her hands in the sheets.

  “Christ, baby. If you thought I fucked you hard back in the kitchen you haven’t seen anything yet.”

  A tingling sensation traveled throughout her whole body at his sandpaper voice. His animalistic masculinity was something to be rivaled, and his fierce, strong and intimidating presence made her feel like his prey. The corded muscle and tendons that were laced and bulging right underneath his flesh had the urge of claw at him fill Hannah. She wanted to lick and nip at his flesh, and consume him just as he was doing to her. The thick crest of his shaft pressed against the entrance of her pussy once more. He held her gaze for a suspended moment before slamming into her with so much force she slid up the bed. A shocked cry left her when he bottomed out inside of her.

  She felt her eyes widen as agony and ecstasy traveled through her.

  “Look at me.” Beau’s voice was distorted as he issued the command, and when she did as he said, everything around her faded until there was only this one moment. “I want you to watch while I slam my cock into your tight little pussy.”

  Hannah lifted up and braced herself on her elbows. She looked down and saw the wetness of her arousal, and the light streaking of her virgin blood on her inner thighs. He slowly pushed into her, and then just as slowly pulled out. His length became visible inch after glorious inch, and wet from her pussy cream. He pushed into her and pulled back over and over again, forcing her to watch. Her arms shook and her breath left her in uneven gasps. Hannah knew he’d be coming soon by the way his body shook and his wolf flashed right in front of her.

  “Ready, baby?” That was the last thing he said before he really started fucking her, just let his animal free reign to take control of… everything.

  Beau placed his hand on her hip, his claw puncturing her flesh. He made a low, deep growly noise and then lowered his face to her hips and stroked his tongue over the small wound. She felt his pheromones moving into her bloodstream, grew high from the sensation. He dug his claws into her again, and the sting of pain had her gasping out. The act was intimate, and a show of his ownership, of his mark.

  Not able to hold herself up any longer, Hannah dropped back on the bed. Her back bowed when the head of his shaft scraped along her G-spot.

  “Pull your pussy lips apart, let me see all that pink, wet, perfection.”

  The man had a way about him that drove her absolutely insane with lust. She did as he asked, reaching down and spreading her lips apart. His cock stretched her wide, and her inner muscles clenched around his girth. Apparently he had enough, because only moments after she spread herself wide for him, he was barking at her to place her hands above her head.

  Stretched out before him like some kind of offering sent a heady rush through her. His thrusts were faster, more determined. He seemed so big above her, pumping into her body like he owned the damn thing. But Hannah knew he did, not just in this moment, but overall. In the next second he had both of her knees pressed to her chest and slammed in and out with so much power her orgasm exploded through her. She heard his grunt as her cunt tightened around his dick.

  “That’s it. Milk my fucking cock, baby.” Over and over he slid in and out of her, prolonging the intensity of her climax until she was thrashing her head on the bed, not knowing if she would ever come down from the high. “One more time, baby. Just one more fucking time for me.” And then he placed his thumb right over her clit and rubbed it back and forth. Hannah found herself clasping his bicep and digging her nails in. “Shit. Your pussy is so damn tight and hot. I could fuck you all night long and never get enough.” His sweat dripped onto her bouncing breasts, mixing with her own and sliding along her skin.

  Once, twice, and on the third thrust he buried his erection so far in her that his big balls slapped against her ass. Hannah could do nothing but ride out her own pleasure, and forced her eyes to stay open as she watched him come long and hard. He came inside of her, filling her with his cum, easing her heat, and leaving her sighing in bliss. Beau’s big body strained, and his cock twitched as he bathed her insides with his seed.

  “God, baby.” He wasn’t looking at her, and it was almost like he was talking to himself. His whole body shook, as he continued to come, continued to pump her full of his cum.

  Did all males come this long?

  “No, baby, just with you,” he groaned out, his words barely audible.

  A moan left her. Although his orgasm was quite possibly the longest one in history, he never stopped slowly thrusting inside of her. With one final groan he stilled.

  “It’s so fucking good.”

  She would never get tired of him saying that. It proved to her that he was just like her right now: uncontrollable lust consuming him. Beau was controlling, dominant, and had claimed her in a way she felt like she belonged to him now.

  He collapsed on top of her and the monumental weight of him pushed her into the mattress. She gasped for air before he mumbled his apology and rolled off. They lay side-by-side, their breathing erratic and identical. The sense of euphoria filled her, even as she felt his semen and her wetness move out of her and down the crease of her ass.

  Closing her eyes and just enjoying the sensation of not feeling like she’d die from the mating heat, the sudden chill in the air startled her. Ever since waking this morning, not knowing when in the hell she’d be able to find a male willing to take her virginity and ease her mating heat, Hannah had felt like she was dying with warmth and arousal. But now, now that she was lying beside him, relaxed and content, the last twelve hours seemed almost like a distant nightmare.

  The bed shifted beside her and she cracked an eye open and saw Beau standing and making his way over to the bedroom door. His muscles flexed, the sweat was starting to dry on his flesh, and she saw that he still had that animal stride going on. Before she could say anything, or ask if he was just going to be a wham-bam-thank you-ma’am kind of guy, he was striding back into the room with his clothes in hand.

  He stared at her as he dressed, never taking his gaze off of her, and making Hannah feel very on display. Hannah still lay on the bed, naked, sweaty, with their combined fluids seeping out of her pussy. But the aftershocks of pleasure still hummed through her, and she didn’t really care about much at the moment.

  When he was dressed he stood at the edge of the bed, not making it a secret that he was checking out her nude form.

  “You could have taken a shower here, if you wanted,” she said and pushed herself up on her elbows. Maybe she should have gotten her blanket and covered her body, but he had already seen every single inch of her.

  “I can shower at home.”

  She nodded, feeling a little embarrassed at the fact a small part of her had actually thought this male had wanted more from her than the sex. Of course she wasn’t a fool. She had been the one to ask him to have sex with her and ease her arousal, so she shouldn’t be a fool in thinking he would have wanted more. Yes, he had said things that had made her think he might share some deeper feelings for her. But the truth was she had known that he had just been in the moment. Feeling weird all of a sudden, she pulled the blanket up and over her, and stared at him.

  He wore his clothes so damn good, and she loved how his strength was so visible. But she knew her mating heat wasn’t quite over yet, and she could feel the arousal still below the surface. She was relaxed right now, comfortable even, but soon she’d be right back in the heat, needing a male to help her out. She’d be insatiable for the next twenty-four hours. Would Beau be that male again? Would he feel comfortable in having her more than once?

  “Okay.” Hannah stayed silent for a few seconds. “Thank you?” It sounded weird thanking him for
having sex, because clearly he had gotten just as much pleasure as she had. Hell, she had even sounded awkward saying it to him.

  He didn’t respond right away, took a step toward her, and then said, “Come here, Hannah.”

  She swallowed, moved off of the bed, the blanket still wrapped around her, and stopped in front of him. For a moment all he did was stare at her, and then he reached out and took the blanket from her body. He stared at her nude form, and then reached out and touched her bottom lip with his thumb.

  “I meant it when I said you’re mine, and that no other male will touch you,” he said in an absentminded voice, still staring at her mouth and then lifting his gaze to her eyes. He rubbed his thumb back and forth over her lip, and then touched her cheek with his big palm, cradling her head in his hand. “I’ve always wanted you since we were little and running around the backwoods, Hannah.”

  Her throat constricted at his words. “You’ve never said anything, Beau, never even acted like you wanted anything more with me.” They had been friends as children, but he was a few years older than her. He always went for the drop-dead gorgeous shifter females, and they had just drifted apart. And then those years of being apart had made them strangers. But now he looked at her as if he knew her, as if the time apart hadn’t been more than a blip in their lives.

  “Because I meant it when I said you’re too good for me, and that staying away was best. But I can’t do it anymore, baby. I don’t want to do it anymore.” He whispered the last part in his deeply husky voice. “And I can smell how you want me, and not just for my big dick.” He gave her a half smile.

  Hannah chuckled. “You’re cocky.” She sobered. “But you’re right. I do want more, Beau.”

  He leaned in and kissed her, and when he pulled back he cupped both of her cheeks and stared into her eyes. “Good, baby, that’s really fucking good, because I want you all to myself.” He moved back, grinned, and then tilted his head toward the door. “I’m going to go home and get ready.”

  “Get ready?”

  “To take you out. I figure you need food after I fucked you like that.” He grinned again, and she rolled her eyes. Yeah, he was arrogant, but she kind of found it endearing, even though that sounded strange. “Besides, you’ll still be in the heat for the next twenty-four hours, and no one will ease you but me.” He sounded so determined. “Are you okay with that, Hannah?”

  Was she? She licked her lips, stared at him, felt her feelings grow—the ones she had tried to bury, and nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.”

  He smiled, seeming pleased with her answer. He grabbed her nape, pulled her forward, and claimed her mouth in the most possessive kiss she had ever felt.

  “From this moment on you’re mine and I’m yours, baby. My wolf and human wants you.”

  And all she could do was sigh in contentment, because she could feel the truth in his words, sense them, and that was all she had ever wanted, even if she had tried to fight it. This was the beginning she hoped to her happily ever after.

  The End

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  Excerpt from Her Beast, a story from the Once Upon A Time (Twisted Fairytales: Vol 1) collection.

  Her Beast

  “Did the agency tell you what types of pleasure I like?”

  “They were vague, and just explained I was to do what you said without any question.”

  He didn’t respond, and didn’t move. But he did inhale from his cigar again, blew out the smoke slowly, and then beckoned her forward with a crook of his finger. She took a step forward, but he tsked and she instantly stopped.

  “I take what I want when I want, and will not offer you a safe word, so if you do not wish to continue, this is the one and only time I’ll let you go.” His voice was hard and unyielding. “If you decide to stay you must know that if you say stop, I will keep going. If you tell me no I will bring my hand down on your flesh with more force. Do you understand what I mean?”

  She nodded, but did she really know what she was getting into? Was she stupid enough to actually give in to him in such a way that all of her rights would be taken away, pain was inevitable, and she was to submit her body in the most basic of ways?

  “Good girl.” He stared at her for a second, and then shifted on his seat. “Now, I want you to crawl to me.”

  She stared at him, not sure if she had heard him correctly.

  “You heard me,” he said in a husky voice. “On your hands and knees, and crawl to me.” He rested his forearm on the edge of the chair, and she saw his strong fingers and the cigar that was braced between two of them. “I will not ask you if you want to use your safe word, because frankly I wouldn’t even be giving you that option if it was up to me. But I am not a rapist, not some psychotic bastard, and am giving you that option. Unless you voice Beauty out loud, I will continue, Belle.”

  What was strange was the fact she was aroused right now, wet and needy and she was being ordered to crawl to him like a damn dog. But she kept her mouth shut, didn’t argue or deny him, because she was here for his pleasure alone. On her hands and knees now, her ass was in the air and her tits hung freely. Belle took a steadying breath and started to move toward him. The length of the hard, cold flooring between them seemed like miles in this position, but she moved slowly, and kept her focus on him.

  The hard floor was cold and unforgiving, but she blocked out the discomfort and focused on the man in front of her, this dark, devilishly scarred man that had probably paid a good chunk of money for her.

  “I like pain with my pleasure, spanking and restraining, and a lot of screaming out,” he said and she actually flinched. She wasn’t into that kind of sex, the kind that would leave marks on her body, and make her so sore between her thighs that she would wince every time she moved. But Belle couldn’t lie and say that the thought of The Beast slapping her ass until it hurt, or pounding himself into her until she cried out for him to stop, didn’t arouse her.

  “Does that frighten you, Belle?”