Not sure what reaction I was expecting from him, but I’m disappointed anyway.
“I’m sorry,” Sin offers up as soon as he’s sure that Cat is gone. “I didn’t mean to spill your secret.”
I offer up a sad half-smile in response.
“Hey, at least he might not beat the shit out of me for a while,” I murmur as Beast gives me a harsh look.
“He won’t touch you again,” he promises, and I get the chills. “If he does, it’ll be the last thing he ever does.”
“Don’t say that,” Sin hisses at him, but the club’s enforcer moves away from us like he needs a minute. I decide to follow after him, knowing full well what I’m getting myself into.
I find Beast waiting in his bedroom for me. He’s leaned up against the wall next to the door, reaching out to slam it closed as soon as I step inside. Without a word, he reaches for me and lifts me up. My legs go around him, and he lets out a growl as he thrusts his hard cock against my heat.
“What did I fuckin’ say about pants?” he grumbles, turning and then laying me down on the bed. Beast grabs a pair of scissors from the nightstand drawer as I blurt a protest.
“These are real leather—” I start, but it’s too late. He slides the scissors under the waistband, cutting through the fabric easily enough that I actually wonder what the fuck those scissors were made for. Like, are they meat shears or something? They cut through the leather like a hot knife through butter.
Beast cuts right down the center of the pants and over the crotch, splitting them in two.
And then he chucks the scissors aside and reaches down, ripping the pants apart and baring my already wet cunt. He opens up his own pants and then pauses at the sound of a knock on the door.
“Sir, we need to search this room,” one of the other Daybreakers says, his voice carefully neutral.
Yeah, like I said, Nellie was wrong.
No matter what the other men think about my arrangement with Beast, they will keep their fucking mouths shut.
The Daybreakers might consider themselves shadows in the night, but my husband is the shadow that hunts the other shadows. And they all know it.
“Piss off,” Beast growls out, his voice a dark, rumbling demon.
He mounts me then, hard and fast, and even though I know there are men outside that can probably hear us, I don’t care. In fact, I want them to hear. I want them to know that Beast can fuck me so good that I scream and mewl; I want them to hear the headboard slamming into the wall. I want them to hear the mattress springs squeaking.
My husband pins my wrists to the bed and ruts me with all of that quiet rage, his stare so intense that I’d look away if I could. But if I try, he’ll turn my face back to him. I know it, so I don’t bother. Instead, I moan and lift my hips to meet each one of his thrusts, bringing us as close together as I can.
The noises I make are loud and boisterous, but entirely genuine. Beast is so big and thick that he fills me up completely, working every inch of my pussy with his cock. His balls slap my ass in a steady rhythm, speeding up as he brings himself to climax, a reluctant groan scraping past his lips as he slams into me so hard that I might have a bruised pelvis come morning.
Doesn’t matter. I love the way his muscles harden as he drives deep, pushing into me so that his hot seed finds my core.
Beast releases my wrists, planting his palms on either side of me as he brings his breathing under control.
“You’re just gonna keep on chasin’ me, eh, suge?” he asks as I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him down for a deep, prurient kiss. He ends up growling at me again and pulling away before we end up in round two.
Beast sits up and gives my severed pants a look.
“Get dressed. I won’t have anyone seeing my wife in this state.”
Even though I snort at the command, I get up and change my pants, yanking open the door and holding out a hand for the pair of Daybreakers waiting in the hall. They barely look at me. Probably for the best considering Beast might kill them if they blink the wrong way in my direction.
“Gentlemen,” I say, slipping out the door with Beast just behind me.
Let them tear this house apart: there’s nothing to find.
But I’ll give them something soon enough.
It’s just a matter of time.
The call from Grey comes much sooner than I expected.
I’m lying next to Sin in the dark. We’re both awake, but he sits up just as quickly as I do at the sound of my phone going off. I roll over and snatch it off his nightstand, pulling up the most recent text.
