Princess SOS (17 page)

“How do I accept you?”

“I’ll show you,” Beast says, his voice husky again. He bends forward and captures my lips with his.

Beast’s mouth slants over my mouth and this time it feels as if he’s taking his time. This time his pulls from my lips are slow and lingering. They grow deeper and deeper until I feel myself grabbing at him, pulling him closer, wanting more.

His tongue probes at my lips, seeking entrance. The first touch of his tongue is like a zap. I feel all my muscles tense, my body goes rigid, and my lips open for him with a gasp.

In, his tongue slips into my mouth. He’s so sweet, so warm, my tongue eagerly slides against his. Beast groans now as I kiss him back, each stroke I return only spurns him on. Our tongues duel in an electric slip and glide as he attempts to kiss me into submission. Even his tongue is powerful, soon overpowering mine, only to then push me into keeping up with his dance.

My hands start to squeeze his shoulders, kneading in rhythm with the strokes of our kiss. I feel him stiffen as my fingers work him then his arms come around me, wrapping me up in an embrace. My hips are moving, I can’t keep my body from squirming. I want something though I don’t know what that something is. His strong hands roam down my back, pausing at my hips. Then they drop, and I feel him grabbing two big handfuls of my ass, squeezing, kneading in the same rhythm of my hands.

Just when I feel like my body has melted, my bones are liquid and my belly is full of heat, Beast tears his lips from my mouth, breaking our deep kiss. He reaches up, one hand tilting my head to the side. His fingers work their way into my hair and then grab it, trapping me. Then his moist lips lick and nip a hot trail down my neck. I can only moan softly my pleasure, feeling as if I’m caught on a live wire with no escape.

Sparks flash. My breathing is erratic. But he doesn’t stop. His teeth graze across my collarbones then his other hand leaves my ass only to cover my breast. Even through the fabric of the shirt, I can feel the heat of his hand as he squeezes. I feel my nipple puckering under the press of his palm.

“Ameia,” Beast breathes hotly against the wetness he left on my neck. “If you want me to stop, just say it.”

I shiver, all the little hairs on my body feel like they’re standing on end. Stop? Why would I want him to stop? It feels so good. I just want
more
.

“Don’t stop, please,” I breathe out, it feels like I’m breathing fire.

My hand covers his hand. I squeeze my fingers to make him squeeze my breast harder.

“Gods, Ameia,” Beast groans.

My back arches, grinding my hard nipple into his palm. His breathing is ragged, he starts to kiss my neck with a new desperation. Suddenly his hand leaves my ass. I cry out at the loss of that pressure. His hands grab at my shirt, I hear stitches snapping. He rips the shirt open instead of pulling it over my head.

I know it’s not cold in the room, but the air that hits my chest feels cool as it meets the fevered heat of my skin.

“You are so beautiful,” Beast growls as his eyes drink me in.

I look down at myself, trying to see myself as he sees me. My skin is flushed pink, my nipples are tight rosy buds, and my breasts rise and fall steadily, heaving with my pants.

Beast makes a sound deep in his throat as bends down and buries his face between my breasts. First, I feel him breathing me in, filling himself with my scent. Then his face moves. His mouth sucks at the side of my breast before his tongue slides over the mound, ending with the tip of his tongue flicking across my nipple.

“Oh!” I cry out and shudder. It feels as if his tongue just zapped me.

He does it again. The tip of his tongue flicks, my nipple sparks, hot and alive with energy.

My back arches and I beg him for, “More.”

Beast’s tongue is so hot, so wet, as he drags it across me, making me squirm. It’s such a sweet torture. I feel restless. I can’t stay still. I grab at his hair. I yank, trying to pull him closer, trying to force him to give me more.

He fights me, he’s dead set on taking his time, on torturing me. His tongue plays with me, swirling around, circling my nipple. His teeth just barely graze my tips. The tiny sparks, the pops of sensation are not enough. I need more of something… I just don’t know what that something is.

“Beast, please,” I groan. There’s a throb growing between my thighs, pulsing and tormenting me. I’m so hot, all of me is melting. I fear I’ll be reduced to just a puddle soaking his bed.

“Ameia, I’ve waited so long for this,” his breath is hot against me.

I arch, if I bend my spine anymore, it’s going to snap. He groans, it’s a tortured sound, as if he’s finding it just as difficult as I am.

His hands cover my breast. Squeezing, kneading. My head falls back, still I pull at him. Closer, I need him closer. I want to feel him against me, I want his skin against my skin.

Why does he resist?

“Please,” I plead one last time. My eyes feel heavy. I look at him through my lashes.

Beast looks up at me. I think I’m getting through to him. He stares so long into my eyes, I feel like I’m getting lost in the red lights of his.

“Tell me what you want, my Princess,” he huskily orders me. The way he says my Princess does funny things to my tummy. My heart flutters, to hear him say I am his.

“Do…” I have to think. How can I put into words the feelings I want him to give me? “What you did in the tree.”

Beast chuckles huskily. His hands grip my breasts, tightening, constricting them delightfully. Then I feel him pushing me back.
Yes! This is just like what we did in the tree.
He looms above me, hovering. He so big, so wide, his shadow completely blankets me.

“Like this?” Beast asks.

“Yes,” I breathe, my nails scratching down the back of his neck.

I feel him stiffen above me, then he arches as I scratch my way down his back, following the groove of his spine.

“Ameia,” he growls. “Tell me what you want.”

I pout as I reach his ass. He’s still wearing his pants. I just have the strongest urge to tear my nails down his taut cheeks. Still, I scratch my way across the fabric. I feel him clench.

He growls again, “Tell me.”

“I don’t know,” I sigh and squirm uncomfortably.

There’s a feeling inside me, an ache that’s not quite an ache. I don’t know what will make it go away. I don’t know what to do to make it happy.

Beast bends his head down and his teeth graze across my neck. “You want me?”

“Yes,” I gasp. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the shocks or the zaps of electricity. As his teeth nip me, scratching at me, it’s as if there’s a direct line of sensation flowing to the junction between my thighs. It’s so intense, so raw, something inside me clenches.

“Tell me.”

I dig my fingers in his cheeks. I want to pull him into me. I have the strongest urge to rub him against me.

“I want you,” I say breathlessly.

“Do you want me to kiss you here?” he asks and then he sucks on the side of my neck.

The pulls of his mouth have me rising off the bed. “Yes,” I encourage him. “Yes.”

“And here?” he asks. His eyes peer up at me as his lips drag down to my breast. I hold my breath, waiting, aching.

“Yes, please, yes.”

His molten mouth covers me.

“Stars!” I cry out, my eyes rolling back in my head.

He suckles hungrily on me. He’s so hot, so wet. I can’t stand it. I thought I wanted this, but it’s only making the throbbing worse. I squeeze my thighs together. The pulsing between them vibrates down to my knees and up to my hips.

Beast pulls his head back and my breast leaves his mouth with a wet pop. He places hungry kisses down me. I hold my breath as his lips glide across my tight stomach. He reaches my belly button then his tongue stops to dip in.

“Why are you torturing me?” I groan out. I resist the urge to lift my hips. He’s so close to me down there, I’ll only be lifting them into him.

“This isn’t torture, my sweet Ameia.” Beast chuckles and his hands grab me by the hips.

“Then what is it?”

“This is me enjoying every inch of your sweet body.”

The bed dips as he shifts his hard body over me.

“And kissing you until you accept me.”

“Oh,” I breathe.

His hands drag slowly from my hips down to thighs. His hands knead me, working at me, then slowly they push me open.

His voice catches in his throat as he gazes upon me, “Marvelous.”

Beast doesn’t hesitate. Like a man who’s gone hungry, who’s been starving, his mouth ravenously attacks me. First, he attacks the inside of my thighs. He sucks large mouthfuls of me in his mouth. He pulls back, bringing my blood rushing to my skin. Then he moves on, his tongue swirling up my thighs, stopping to trace the line, following the border until he crosses into my apex.

For some reason, I expect him to take his time like he did the first time, but he doesn’t. Beast’s mouth falls upon my sex, growling as he works his tongue against my folds. I’m so shocked, so surprised by the rush of heat that floods me, I’m paralyzed. Then his tongue laps across my clit.

“Beast!” I shriek. He chuckles and then his tongue starts vibrating.

It’s too much. The throbbing is too strong. His vibrating tongue only makes it worse. My insides are boiling, all the pressure I feel must be steam.

I cry out, much like before, and grab at his head. I’m not sure if I’m trying to pull him off or trying to make him do more with his mouth.

His vibrating tongue traps my clit, smothering it. I buck against him, only making it worse. There’s too much aching, too much need.

And just when I think it can’t get any worse, I feel something probing and pushing to get inside me. One finger slips in. I feel myself clenching around it. His finger curls, stroking against a too sensitive spot.

I explode in a wet gush of release.

I scream and cry, my fingers tear at his head. At times, I call him Beast, at times I call him Drek. It’s a wonder I can call him anything at all.

“Ameia,” he purrs when it’s all said and done.

Slowly, pieces of myself come back to me. My eyes were blind, but now they can see. I look down. His mouth is glistening. He runs his tongue along his lips.

That’s me he’s licking up.

“Wow,” I sigh and I sink back, relaxing into the bed. My body feels weak and heavy. I couldn’t move if I wanted to.

Beast crawls up me and I have the strongest sense of déjà vu. We’ve done this before but unlike last time, he doesn’t just stare at me and leave. I feel his knee nudging at my knee.
What does he want?
I open for him.

He pushes himself between my knees. I feel the brush of something hard. I look at him, confused, not understanding what’s going on.

“Aren’t we done?”

Beast laughs, a tortured laugh, and then his face is suddenly serious as he growls, “Not yet.”

What more can he want?
Just the thought frightens me. I thought we were just going to do what we did in the tree, I didn’t expect this.

“Don’t be afraid, my Ameia,” he growls but the way he looks at me, the way his red eyes flare at me, I can’t help it.

He reaches down between us. I feel something hard brush against my folds and my hips jerk. I’m aghast to realize I’m even more sensitive.

I try to look down, but the space between our bodies is shrouded in darkness. “What’s going on?”

“I need you to accept me,” he says through clenched teeth.

I look up at him helplessly. “I don’t understand what that means. Can you explain it?”

“Princess Ameia of Terrea,” Beast groans. “You are my Calling.” His hand moves between us, then I feel something hard rubbing against my folds.

I cry out. The throb awakens with a vengeance.

“Gods, you’re wet.”

“Beast… Drek,” I cry, “What are you doing?”

“You and you alone will lead me to my destiny. I pledge to you my heart and my soul. I pledge to you my arms and my unwavering protection.”

I feel so lightheaded, it’s as if all the blood has rushed from my head, flooding the lower parts of my body.

“Everything that I have is yours. My kingdom. My people. My possessions. Me.” He keeps rubbing, keeps sliding something hard between my folds, driving me crazy.

His other hand grabs me by the hair and he yanks so that my chin lifts and our eyes meet, “Do you accept my pledge?”

Do I accept him? This dark devil from space who has pledged to me everything that he has? Whose protected me, fed me, sheltered me, and fought for me? Not to mention he’s literally given me the shirt off of his back.

The words, “Yes, I accept,” barely make it past my lips before he thrusts something slick and velvety inside me.

I feel a pinch and then a tender soreness. I cry out in pain and Beast smothers it with his lips. His weight falls on top of me and I feel not only myself sinking into the mattress, but his purring chest vibrating against my breasts.