Stone Beast (2 page)

“Why are you crying, little one?”

Little one?

She scoffed and shifted from him. Now he was
teasing her. She didn’t like this hot dude anymore.

“Nothing. You can go away now.”

“No.”

Her eyes went wide and she looked back
towards him. “What did you just say?”

“You’re crying. You’re sad and I’m going to
make it fucking better. Was it that cunt boyfriend of yours?”

“Patrick? How—” She waved her hands in front
of her. “You know what, nevermind. I don’t know you, dude. And you
are just here to mock me so I’m gonna get back to work.”

She got up to leave but just as she turned
away from him, something very powerful wrapped around her waist and
swung her around. Bethany was slammed against a freaking wall. Her
palms slapped against his chest and his hot breath spilled over her
face. Bethany sucked in a breath and he smelled like the exquisite
dampness of night. Wait? She darted her gaze up to his and tried to
remember her stone hero. Her eyes squinted and he smirked down at
her.

Oh, my.

Her stomach bottomed out and she was creaming
in her panties. He took a deep breath and growled. Oh, lordy. He
was growling at her and he leaned in close his hot, full lips
brushed over hers. “You smell like you want to fuck, little one. Be
careful. I want to fuck
you
very badly.”

She tried to shove away from him but this
man, being in his arms she was actually quite little. He was
freaking enormous. And his voice. It sounded like gravel rolling
around his throat. She could feel her nipples and vagina come to
life. Right now she was so hot-to-trot, and shamefully ground
against him when he pulled her in tighter.

“That’s it. Good girl.” His lips skimmed over
her cheek, then curled around her earlobe. His voice went low.
Sexy, but with a slight threat. “Run. I like it. If I got to chase
you my dick would be so fucking rock hard. To bottom out in that
tight wet pussy I smell would be sweet fucking heaven.”

Bethany breathed out and shoved again. He
dropped his arms and just stood there looking her over. She
trembled. His gaze felt like hands all over. He lingered on her
breasts and licked his lips. She could swear she felt a swipe
against her pussy. Bethany pressed her thighs together, and could
feel herself blush.

“You’re pushing, little one.”

Bethany blinked and nodded.

“Soon. Not now. But soon—you will be all
mine.” With that, he turned and swaggered off.

Now Bethany read a lot. It was her world—her
escape of sorts. Never in her life had she seen
the
alpha
male swagger in person. Holy hell, it was like a weapon. Her boobs
felt all heavy and she was about to chase him down.

NO! He’s a stranger, and he just told you he
was going to fuck you like some beast in the wild!

Holy shit.

She turned and ran back into the building,
totally not worrying about what she needed to get in her car. When
she slipped back inside, the old librarian that’d been there since
the Titanic sank looked up at her and smiled. “You get what you
needed, dear?”

“Oh yes.” Bethany slipped behind the check-in
counter and went back to clearing out the returns from the lunch
rush.

Her mind was a dang mess and she kept feeling
his arms. They were huge. Those big blue eyes that seemed to reach
into her soul. Damn. Maybe she was hallucinating. Yes, that had to
be it. She gazed up at the clock. It was only two in the afternoon.
Bethany got off work at six and then she could go to Ashley’s,
drink a bit too much wine, get a very painful wine headache, take
some Advil Cold and Sinus to get rid of it and then crash out.
Maybe when she woke up in the morning it would all be better and
her statue would be back safe and sound.

***

It was her man.

Patrick was pacing in front of Deacon. Every
animal instinct told Deacon that he wasn’t supposed to be here. He
looked twitchy and nervous as fuck. He could smell sex oozing off
the other man and not one, but two women. The vile stench of
harpies was fresh and Deacon wrinkled his nose at the pungent odor.
He was fucking harpies? The fucking fool probably didn’t even
know.

“There you fucking are! This is why you
walked in on the shit you did. You can’t even get out of work on
time. It’s nearly seven at fucking night. I don’t have all day to
deal with this, Beth!”

Beth
.

Deacon rumbled deep in his chest and allowed
her name to simmer in his mind.

He fought the snarl that threatened to burst
from the surface. He was back in his stone form. A warm hand glided
over his arm when Beth came into view and she smiled warmly.

“You disappeared on me,” she whispered. She
was ignoring the little twat and it did things to Deacon’s
chest.

“Fat bitch! I’m talking to you!”

Deacon shifted. The son of a bitch was
talking vile to his woman. If he didn’t watch it—

“Patrick. We are over. I think you made that
pretty clear. Why are you here?”

The twat shoved his hands in his pockets and
the smug expression on his face spoke of his character. “You owe
this month’s rent. I’m not fucking paying it.”

He could feel the rage burn off his woman.
She was shooting daggers at the asshole, and he was proud of his
little woman. She shook her head and took a step closer to Deacon’s
stone form and he wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in his
arms and fly away.

“No, Patrick. Your freeloading—is over. Why
don’t you get one of your other girls to pay? Why even bother with
me anymore?”

He had the decency to look sheepish for a
moment. “They left. I can’t find Darla. After we finished she left
and her phone is disconnected.”

She snorted. It was fucking adorable. “That
sucks for you. But I’m not paying. Get a job.” She started to walk
around him and the son of a bitch put his arms on her. He spun her
around and shook her—hard. She cried out and it was all Deacon
could do to control his rage. The warrior bubbled higher. He’d
fought in many wars and this was his new battle. To find his mate
and continue on the family line. Put a baby in her belly and keep
her close. His cock started to grow at that thought, and he shifted
only slightly. He watched as his little librarian fought that cunt.
The sight of him hitting Beth brought a loud raging battle cry from
his stone form.

Beth was on the ground. The salty fragrance
of her pain and tears filled Deacon’s nostrils and he roared
towards the asshole that had hit his woman. He snatched up the man
and took him up, up, up, and punched Patrick. Patrick’s head
snapped back and it was enough to knock him out.

Deacon dropped him. He could hear Beth scream
as she watched the asshole’s progression to the ground but he went
right into the fountain. No one else was around and all was silent.
Deacon slammed into the concrete right in front of his woman, who
was still on the ground. A light purple bruise was already forming
on her pretty face where the fucker had punched her. It wasn’t a
slap; Patrick had punched her.

He looked down at the little woman and took a
step closer. To her credit Beth didn’t scream and run. She had
quite a sense of control about her. His chest swelled with pride
once more that his future mate was quite accepting of all this.
He’d figured it would take much longer to show her this side of
him.

“Just stop, big guy! You’re—” she looked over
to the empty space where he usually rested while watching over her.
“That—I mean—shit. Help me out here.”

“I am yours.”

Her eyes went wide and he watched the flash
of heat in her eyes right before the scent of her fresh, spicy
arousal washed over him.

“I warned you.”

Deacon didn’t give her a chance to run. He
grabbed her in his arms and exploded off the ground into the night
sky.

Chapter Three

She was flying. Holy shit. She was up in the
air with her stone warrior and he’d just saved her from a rampaging
Patrick. Oops. They kinda left him in the fountain. She couldn’t
find the ability to care. He’d hit her. She whimpered when she felt
the prickles of pain in her cheekbone. She reached up and rubbed
lightly. Bethany looked up at the stone man she’d come to think of
as a friend. He was a silent comfort, like so many of the heroes in
her books.

“Thank you—I mean—for saving me?”

He looked down at her and she lifted her
hand, cupping his cheek like she’d done so many other times
before.

“I would’ve taken you sooner. But you
seemed—content.”

“I’ve never been content.” She breathed
out.

Shit. He was one of those men. The kind that
made smart women stupid and swoony. Oh, God. Please don’t
swoon!

Bethany must’ve looked panicked because he
laughed and then started to drop them down. She dug her nails into
his warm stone flesh as she caught sight of the large home on top
of a hill. The Hollywood sign was very close to where he was
landing. How had they gotten to Hollywood so quick? She banished
the thought when he landed on the hard ground that surrounded a
very geometric—shaped pool. It was all modern lines and very clean.
The man didn’t set her down; he marched them into the house. The
walls of the home were made up of glass—windows.

He slid her slowly down his body, and she
felt every solid inch of him.

“Mm. My little Beth. You make a man’s cock
ache.”

Bethany sucked in her bottom lip and
swallowed. His gaze travelled to her throat and watched it work on
that action before his hand came out and his fingers trailed over
her skin. He circled the hollow of her throat and she trembled.

“Responsive. Is your whole body that
responsive, Beth?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I like Beth. I also like
mine
. We
will save that for when my dick is bottomed out inside you.”

Her mouth dropped open and he didn’t give her
much time to respond before he was shifting. Slowly the stone
melted away, and all those hard, sharp lines exposed a man. The
man. The handsome man that had told her all those things outside
the library.

Bethany took a step back, shaking her head.
She blinked a few times then opened her eyes wide to make sure this
was all real. That hot guy. He was naked, and God, he looked good
naked.

She looked him over—she tried not to, but she
couldn’t help it. Bethany dared anyone to be in a room with a man
this beautiful and not stare. Her gaze went right to his cock,
which was pointing—hard, thick, and long—right at her.

“Oh, shit.”

“Oh, fuck.”

She jerked her gaze up and he was smirking at
her. Bethany glared back at him. She tried to seem fierce, and not
totally aroused.

“You’re mocking me.”

“No.”

“Yes. You are. I don’t like it.” She wrapped
her arms around her middle and stepped back.

“No! You will not hide from me!”

He was on her before she could fight him
back. Her shirt was ripped down the front and it exposed the silly
black lace bra that Patrick had forced her to buy. Her boobs were
huge, and they puckered out of the top of her bra. His warm hands
skimmed over the mounds, and gooseflesh bubbled to the surface. Her
eyes fluttered shut and she arched into the touch.

“That’s it. Come to me, little one.”

“Name,” she mumbled. It was the only response
she could muster.

“Deacon,” he rumbled before his lips spread
caressing kisses over her neck, throat, and then over the tops of
her abundant boobs.

His fingers gathered the bra and yanked down
the cups. Her boobs spilled out. Her hard nipples ached in the cool
air around her. Deacon didn’t give her much time to adapt as his
mouth wrapped around the swollen nubs. His tongue traced and teased
her little buds. Her fingers gathered in his hair. Bethany’s heart
hammered against her chest the more her arousal grew. He was
growing as he worked at the buttons of her jeans. She could hear
tearing and she cried out.

“No! My favorite!” Why she cared about her
jeans when she was about to fuck the hottest man she’d ever seen,
she couldn’t tell you.

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

The tearing sound was so erotic her knees
went out from under her, and he caught her up in his arms before
carrying her to his room. She was tossed onto a very large bed.
Bethany looked up at him and her legs fell open in welcome.

“Please.”

“Please what, little one? Tell me.”

He grabbed his cock in his hand and started
to stroke himself. A tiny bead of pre-cum leaked from the slit. Her
tongue ran over her lips in an unconscious movement. He smirked and
she could see the playful arousal in his gaze. Getting up to her
knees, she crawled over to him, and parted her lips, looking at him
through her lashes.

“I want to taste you.”

He aimed his cock right at her mouth and she
flicked her tongue over the tip. He cursed, grabbing the back of
her hair before shoving just the head of his cock in her mouth. Her
lips hugged his thick dick as her tongue toyed with the crown. He
thrust into her mouth. She reached up and grabbed his firm ass
cheeks, going to work on him. She slid him down her throat deeper,
and about midway down his cock she started to gag. She tried to
relax but it wasn’t working. She worked his balls with her fingers
and he started to thrust harder. She breathed through her nose, her
eyes watering, as she took him deeper. He worked her mouth as she
imagined this was just a prelude to what he was going to do to her
pussy. Bethany whimpered when he tugged on her hair tighter. It was
a pleasant, needy action that made her feel powerful.

Before long he was pulsing in her mouth and
roared when he pulled her free. His cock popped out of her mouth
with a wet sound. She looked up at him, begging him silently. She
wanted more.