“How did you do it?” he asked. “I won’t hurt you. I’m not going to threaten you. I just want to know how.”
I swallowed the saliva stuck in my throat and tried to quench the wild thoughts in my head, which now had me with my hands tied up to the ceiling and completely naked, Beast fucking me from behind, his hands wrapped around my face and mouth shutting me up and making sure I didn’t make a peep.
“I’ve already said,” I whispered. “If you won’t believe me, why should I waste any more breath?”
His hand shot up from his side, and he grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me closer to his face until our foreheads were almost touching.
“Do you think this is a joke? Do you realize what you’ve done?” he snarled.
I had no idea what the hell Jag was talking about. This guy was intimidating with or without his beast form.
And what the hell was wrong with me that I was now picturing me pinned against the wall and going to town on his thick manhood?
“It’s not,” I mumbled.
He took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, his body shivered. Mine did, too.
“Are you sure you’re not fae?” he asked.
My lips parted, but instead of answering his question, they locked with his lips in a wet, sloppy kiss, taking me completely by surprise.
What was going on? And why was I enjoying it? Was this what Stockholm syndrome was? Was I falling for my captor?
His tongue intertwined with mine, only making the fog in my head hazier and the fantasies steamier. Not to mention my dick and hole were clenching at the trail of goosebumps his kiss and touch left on me.
His other hand grabbed the other side of my face, and even if I had the power or strength to stop it, I wouldn’t.
I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the moment until Beast snatched the chair he was sitting on and flung it across the room. He towered over me, our mouths still linked, only now I could feel his hard dick pressing on my ribs.
“What… are… you… doing to me,” he mumbled until he put his hand on my chest and pulled his mouth away from mine.
“I’m not—” I started when I felt the pull.
I didn’t know what it was, but where his hand met my chest felt like a claw ripping through my insides.
“Stop it,” I screamed at him, and he looked as much in pain as I was.
He pushed away from me with a growl, and my chair tipped back for a moment, but still stayed upright as Beast stumbled back into the shadows.
He growled and roared and then stepped into the light looking beastly once again.
“What the—” I said at the same time as him.
Blake & the Beast comes out with the Fables Retold anthology on April 26.
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