Page 73 of I Was Born Ruined (Death by Daybreak MC 1)
It doesn’t help.
“Meant what?” Beast asks finally, several minutes later when I’ve almost forgotten what I was talking about myself. I turn to him, and he finally looks at me. I wonder what I tasted like to him, if he liked it, why he did it at all.
“That I want you to fuck me.” He stares me at me for a long time, almost too long. I get uncomfortable and turn away, but he reaches out instead and takes my chin in his fingers, turning me back.
“Get naked and climb in,” he says, standing up suddenly and shedding his shirt. His boots and pants follow next, and then he’s leaping into the water in a soundless dive. As big as he is, he hardly makes a splash. I only hesitate for a moment before I shed my nightgown and join him, using the steps to get in. The water’s still warm, even though the power’s out and the heater’s not working. The cool rain against my scalp is a nice contrast.
For a while, Beast does laps, and I swim around in lazy circles. I’m not sure what we’re doing in here, but later, when I look back on the moment, I’ll think that maybe he was burning some of that primal energy of his, making himself safe for me. When he finally swims over and pins me against the wall with his arms, I’m ready for him.
My arms go around his neck, my legs around his waist, and before I can even think of condoms, he’s sliding into me, and I’m turning to liquid desire in his arms. His hips move against me, sloshing the water gently around us. My ass is being scraped against the cement wall of the pool, but none of that matters. Instead, Beast lowers his forehead to mine, and we fuck quietly but eagerly in the darkness, like we’ve done this before, like we could do this again.
This might be the greatest mistake I’ve made all night, I think, but it’s happening, consequences be damned. Beast feels bigger than the other two men. Either that, or I’m just sore. For a virgin to go three times in one night, it’s to be expected. And yet I feel like I could go forever, that I could fuck these guys until the sun came up. Speaking of, I have no clue what time it is. For all I know, maybe the sun is about to come up?
“Shit, Gidge,” he whispers after a while, panting like crazy. It’s the most unhinged I’ve ever seen him and yet … he’s really not that unhinged at all. Our eyes lock and Beast moves inside of me, watching my facial expressions, somehow knowing exactly what I need and want before even I know it. He pushes me toward a climax, lets me fall over the edge, and then holds me there for a moment before breaking away.
This time, when he goes, I can see in the stiffness of his muscles that his control really is slipping.
“Wait!” I swim after him, arms crossed over my chest, legs weak and wobbly. I follow Beast back to his pile of clothing, but he refuses to acknowledge me. When I reach out to take his arm, he jerks away like I’ve burned him. “Where are you going?”
“Switching places with Sin,” he tells me, but I grab onto his arm again, his muscles flexing and tensing beneath my fingers as he turns back toward me. His actions are slow and deadly, dangerous, like he’s walking a tightrope but knows better than to fall. My right palm splays open against his chest and trails downward, towards the firm length of his cock. He’s not finished, not by a longshot, and I’m not letting him leave.
Tonight, I have all the control, regardless of what the guys actually think.
“Gidge, you don’t know what you’re doing,” Beast tells me, his frantic breathing slowing to a steady beat. That’s the scariest part, watching him lockdown his emotions like that. “Let me go.”
“No.”
My eyes lift to meet his, and there’s a tension between us that burns. My skin aches every time a raindrop hits it, these cold spots taking over all that heat. I can feel each and every one. Hell, I could count them.
He tries to pull away from me again, and I remember Grainger’s words: “Keep pushing and somebody might just push back.”
Beast stays stone-still as I wrap my hands around his biceps, trying to keep them there. When he doesn’t react, I feel fury swipe its dirty claws across me, and I start to hit him, as hard as I can, right in the chest. He takes it for a little while, and the more frenzied I get it, the calmer he is.
“Fine.” I let go and take an abrupt step back, my mouth pursed, my skin flush with heat. “I’ll go find Grainger again. He’ll fuck me if I ask.”
