In the Arms of the Beast Page 6

  He gasped and wondered if there was something else for him to say, but the thick prick demanded entry between his lips and Laurent opened his mouth in invitation, groaning when the girth stretched his jaw. He would likely never get rid of the ugly whisper inside his head, the one that told him that this was indecent, but he could choose to ignore it. So he did just that and hollowed his cheeks around the cock pushing deeper and prodding the back of his mouth. It tasted of soap, and flesh, and the masculine aroma that he only associated with Beast. Arousing, primal, yet in a way so celestial it took his mind to unknown heights.

  Doing this to Beast was beyond salacious, but Laurent only sucked more eagerly when Beast began to move his hips back and forth, his massive hand caressing the top of Laurent’s head. This man, this loving, wonderful giant could have crushed him with his strength yet he chose to protect Laurent instead. With him, Laurent could allow himself to be small. This was the man Laurent would raise a child with. Strong, unbreakable, his flesh made of steel but still warm enough to chase away the cold fears that sometimes whispered to Laurent.

  He reached into Beast’s underwear to caress his balls and groaned around the prick in his mouth, pressing his tongue to the underside while he rubbed the sensitive flesh with his thumb.

  Beast’s hips moved forward to meet Laurent. He didn’t try to get in deep, but the thrust was enough to demonstrate how easily he could have taken whatever he wanted, were he a different kind of man. Appearances were deceitful, and this gentle giant would never scare or hurt Laurent. Beast was perfect. A perfect lover, perfect partner, perfect friend. And he would also be the perfect father.

  Laurent ignored the values ingrained in him since early childhood and let go, enjoying the thrill of submission on the safety of their sofa. The more excited he was, the more right this act felt, and he gradually relaxed, squeezing his own prick through his jeans. He groaned in disapproval when Beast pulled his cock away, but Laurent’s wet, hungry mouth was instead met by a rough, passionate kiss that had him curling his toes and arching into his man’s muscular body.

  Beast’s breathing was uneven as he tugged on Laurent’s pants, as if unaware that they needed to be unzipped first. Laurent let out a choked laugh and opened the button on top so that Beast could reach the zipper with his greedy hands. He loved being an object of Beast’s desire. Beyond the doors of their apartment, he wanted to be treated seriously, but in the privacy it offered, Laurent found no shame in parading around naked or in outfits that obscenely exposed his shape. Beast had the ability to set Laurent’s skin on fire without touching it, but when their bodies clashed, Laurent changed into a whimpering mess.

  Laurent’s jeans were tight enough to cling to his flesh when Beast pulled them lower, and he was about to remove his top when Beast spun Laurent around as if he weighed nothing. With his chest pressed to the back of the sofa while kneeling on the seat, he only briefly glanced toward the corner where Hound stayed put, before burying his face in the leather.

  Beast pulled up the shirt and vest covering Laurent’s back and trailed hungry kisses up Laurent’s spine while moving his hands down the sides of his body. His touch left behind a burning sensation, but Laurent didn’t have enough time to contemplate how it made him feel, because then those thick fingers reached his ass, and he hugged the backrest, giving up control altogether.

  In moments like this, he understood how true the words at the back of his vest were. He was ‘Beast's property', even if just in their moments of carnal pleasure. He arched his ass up, biting his lip and spreading his thighs for Beast. How much he craved that delicious cock inside him. And not only because they were ‘making love’. Laurent wasn’t as innocent as some judged him to be. He wanted to be fucked by the man whom he dedicated his life to, wanted to feel the fingers gripping his hips, and to moan shamelessly every time Beast drove into him. His mouth watered just thinking of it.

  The drizzle of cool gel made him tighten his grip on the sofa, and he rolled his face against the upholstery as Beast’s fingers followed the damp trail, delving into the heat between Laurent’s buttocks. Maybe it was his skill or maybe the power of Laurent’s own lust, but the touch had his insides melting until he couldn’t stand the heat and thrust back, needing friction to extinguish the fire.

  Since their wedding night, Beast had made a game out of pushing Laurent’s limits, and Laurent was far from complaining. It had all started with his own idea after all, because he’d been the one to get them a set of ‘beginner’s’ sex toys for the occasion. He’d agonized that the gift was misguided and that he shouldn’t have listened to Nao’s suggestions, but the vibrator had turned out to be a revelation, and Beast had spent ages teasing Laurent with it and with the other contents of the box.

  But now wasn’t a time for such fancies. This was only about the two of them and the unbreakable connection they shared. Beast’s rough fingers were quick to get Laurent ready, and when the other palm slid up his back, stopping at the patches, Laurent knew what his husband was thinking of.

  “Yours,” he confirmed breathlessly.

  Beast hummed, and the dark edge to his voice had Laurent shuddering. The digits drilled him fast and hard, teasing his prostate so with so much skill that he was hot and within moments, already spreading his thighs in invitation.

  “Mine,” Beast confirmed, aligning his chest with Laurent’s back and grabbing his jaw with just enough force to show who was in charge without causing Laurent discomfort. His hard dick poked Laurent’s buttock.

  Laurent whimpered. Never in his life had he submitted like he did under Beast. He’d done what had been expected of him because of authority, and because obedience used to mean safety. He’d despised all those times. In bed with Beast, he chose to yield and loved it.

  The strong grip on his face had him rock hard and ready to accept whatever Beast had in store for him. He relished the feeling of that thick dick pressing at his slippery hole, even if old inhibitions died hard, and his face was hot from the flush.

  Beast’s warm hand trailed under his clothes to rest between his shoulder blades, and when Laurent was flattened against the backrest, with his thighs spread for his lover, the cock pushed past his sphincter, steadily burying itself inside Laurent’s hypersensitive body.

  His eyes rolled back, and he groaned, arching his back like a cat. Beast’s cock was substantial to say the least, but after his first few times bottoming, Laurent had grown to love the stretch it enforced, since Beast always cared to be gentle enough.

  By yielding to it he was inviting Beast into his body, creating a physical connection so intimate and exhilarating it left Laurent’s mind fragmented until his lover put the pieces together. No one else got to see Laurent in such a state of disarray. Part of the pleasure was physical and selfish, especially when Beast’s cock brushed over Laurent’s prostate, sending sparks of arousal between his legs, but part of it was knowing that Beast’s focus was on him only and lay in offering the same thrill in return.

  When Beast’s hips flattened Laurent’s buttocks, he knew their bodies couldn’t connect any further. The strong body behind his felt like it was made of pure muscle, massaging him with its curves and ridges as Beast withdrew his hips without leaving even an inch of space between his chest and Laurent’s back. The clothes were too hot at this point, but Laurent didn’t attempt to remove them, captured by his husband’s strong arms and nailed over and over, once Beast picked up a rhythm of thrusts.

  He didn’t care to hold back his moans, spread open and in love with the sense of vulnerability it created. No matter how much he liked to be involved in decision-making, his initiative dissolved the moment Beast was all over him in bed.

  He used to be intimidated by their size difference, but he’d found out it was no issue for Beast, and that his husband lusted for Laurent’s smaller body the same way Laurent craved Beast’s strength. Sometimes, when Beast showered, Laurent would stand outside and admire all that flesh, all that ink, and a body that had been scarr
ed and hurt yet couldn’t be broken. Beast’s form was a testament to his character, and that aroused Laurent much more than any of the smooth men flaunting their pectoral muscles in glossy magazines.

  His mind was full of blurry images, fantasies of how they looked together, joined like wild animals. Beast fucked him like a machine that would never need winding. They fit so well together Laurent could comprehend the perfection of their sexual union, but each thrust confirmed what he knew to be true.

  “Yes… Beast…” he moaned, on edge.

  The cock pistoned in and out, and Laurent no longer had any control over his body, surrendered to the best man he knew. Beast’s groaning gasps were music, and the slapping of their skin drummed in the triumphant rhythm that would leave them both satisfied.

  Beast’s hands tightened on him, his thrusts sped up, and by the time he came buried deep inside, Laurent himself was so close to completion he whimpered helplessly and finished himself off with a few tugs on his own dick.

  He liked to think of himself as a man guided by reason, but with Beast, he was anything but. They collapsed together, stretching along the seat. Beast was still gasping for air and tickling his nape with warm breath, but Laurent wasted no time and covered himself with Beast’s arm. He knew this position wouldn’t be ideal for his husband, as he was too tall to comfortably fit on the sofa like this, but he decided to enjoy the afterglow a bit longer.

  “This night just keeps getting better,” Laurent murmured with his heart pounding and ass still tender. “The Pigeon Heart is safe, Magpie’s help is secured, we have a miraculous child of our own on the way, and now this.”

  Beast exhaled and pulled Laurent tighter against him, as if he wished for their bodies to melt together. He’d gotten his wish in a way, in the form of their future offspring.

  “Yes. It was good,” Beast whispered, rubbing his nose in soothing circles over Laurent’s nape.

  Laurent snorted. "’Good’? Hm, I suppose now that we’re married, you don’t need to flatter me, do you? I would consider what just happened far beyond ‘good’, but say the word, and I will improve my performance however you wish.”

  Beast chuckled and kissed Laurent’s ear. “Unlike me, you’ve always had a talent with words. I’m more of a physical kind of guy.”

  “I can live with that.” Laurent hugged Beast, but his gaze drifted to the egg resting on the cushion. “Do you think he’s comfortable there? I wouldn’t wish for his prenatal experience to imprint on his future.”

  Beast grunted and rested his cheek on the side of Laurent’s head. “It’s still an egg. I doubt he can feel anything through the shell.”

  “I’ll just check for any changes,” Laurent said and slipped out of his beloved Beast’s embrace. They should prepare a tiny bed in the bedroom, so they could have an eye on their baby at all times. The decision to ask Magpie about a child had been so sudden he was still too stunned to think clearly about all the preparatory measures they now needed to undertake.

  He cleaned himself and pulled his pants up.

  Beast rolled to his back and lay there, one foot on the sofa, the other resting on the floor, his cock and balls out. He looked obscenely delicious.

  “Changes? We’ve got it twenty minutes ago.”

  “But who knows how fast it will grow? I have to ask Maureen. It doesn’t have to work the same way as when a child grows inside a woman.”

  Beast’s lips pressed together, and he glanced at the ceiling.

  Laurent walked up to the egg and picked it up. He would be passing on the family name, and prolonging his bloodline, as was any man’s dream. Then it struck him. “Our son will be Elliot’s great-great-great grand uncle.”

  “Really,” Beast said without much emotion. Was he tired?

  To be fair, he’d experienced a lot more action in the last couple of days than Laurent. “Are you not excited?” Laurent carried the egg to the coffee table and sat next to Beast, who this time very clearly avoided his gaze. What could possibly be the matter after the delicious lovemaking they’d just enjoyed?

  “I’m just wondering if we haven’t rushed with this too much. What kind of world are we bringing this baby into?”

  Laurent frowned. “What do you mean? This was an opportunity that might never appear again. We might not be able to have any more children.”

  Beast pushed his cock back into his pants, as if sensing that the theme of this discussion warranted more propriety. The pale hair he was growing at the top of his head hung in disarray. “But we’re up against something we don’t understand. We should have talked this through instead of making a decision on the spot.”

  Laurent sat there, dumbfounded and unsure what to say. “Are you… afraid the child will be possessed?”

  Beast cleared his throat. “I don’t know. Maybe. Or maybe it’ll die before it can be born. For all we know, it might have goat legs when it hatches.”

  Laurent reached for Beast’s hand, but his husband got up, avoiding the touch. “Maureen’s baby was fine, he just had no navel. The situation with Baal is under control.” He couldn’t help his mood plummeting at Beast’s words. Why would he be so negative on a night of such happiness?

  Beast shifted, as if he were standing on Lego pieces, but before he could have spoken, the buzzer to their door rang with unusual insistence.

  Chapter 5 - Beast

  Beast looked at his wristwatch and exhaled, his face twisting with impatience. It was late, but that meant the unexpected visit couldn’t be about anything trivial. He shook his head and opened the door. Gray stood at the threshold in just his sweatpants, his face flushed, hair hanging to his shoulders in damp streaks.

  “Now’s not a good time,” Beast said, but Gray took a step forward, as if he wanted to prevent him from shutting the door.

  “You’re up. Look, this will only take a minute, okay?”

  “Let him in,” Laurent said. Beast was right. This was definitely not a good time, but Gray never bothered anyone without good reason.

  Beast moved out of Gray’s way and invited him inside with a sparse gesture. “Did something happen?”

  Gray’s eyes passed over the egg, and Laurent was shocked by the heat suddenly rising to his head. He knew Gray was a friend and wouldn’t be a danger to their child, but his body did not and tensed in preparation to protect the egg from even a shadow of threat. Gray, however, inhaled a large gulp of air and focused on Beast.

  “I—ah… you know Magpie wasn’t entirely honest with me about that ruby from the abandoned house. It’s tiny.”.

  Beast shifted with a groan. “I know. Sorry to hear that. But he already left. so you’d have to talk to him on the phone.”

  Gray glanced Laurent’s way before once again meeting Beast’s gaze. “I need your help. Magpie already said he won’t offer me anything from his stash, and Shadow only has so many days left.”

  The silence went on for several moments, so dense it made Laurent’s ears ring, but somebody had to say something, so he opened his mouth. “What can we do for you?” His heart broke for Gray. He couldn’t imagine himself in his shoes, constantly battling with a threat to the man he loved. He didn’t want to even think of a life without Beast’s companionship and care, without his touch and love, yet Gray had to deal with this every single day. How cruel was fate to have dealt him such cards after the death of his twin brother?

  Gray’s brows lowered, and he widened his stance, as if he were expecting Beast’s attack. “I need a ruby. Only for now. I will try to get you a new one when all this business blows over.”

  Beast folded his thick arms across his chest, staring right back at Gray, and Laurent could only imagine the turmoil his mind was going through, because it surely rivaled that in his own head. If Magpie had lied to Gray, he could have lied about the egg and they could have a little demon growing under their noses instead of their own flesh and bone.

  Gray had come here to ask for their engagement ring, the one thing that could have kept his lover wit
h him for a bit longer. But while Laurent didn’t know what he’d have said to that request a few hours back, there was no room for decisions left anymore. He moved his fingers so they hovered above the shiny red shell.

  “It’s gone. It will serve a new purpose. I’m sorry.”

  Gray’s face wen tense, his chest expanding. “What? We talked about this…”

  Beast’s hands balled into fists at his sides. “It was your suggestion. I never committed to giving up my engagement ring. I would have, but now the situation’s changed.”

  Gray’s pupils widened, consuming his pale eyes. “What? What for? What could have been more important? Are you making a gourmet omelet?”

  Laurent snatched the egg off the cushion and took a step back with it, unwilling to believe his own ears. The suggestion was so vile his throat was already filling with a sense of nausea. If Gray intended to take the egg for its ruby-covered shell, Laurent was prepared to protect it with his own body. “It’s complicated!”

  Gray squeezed his fist. “There’s nothing complicated about this. If I don’t have a fucking ruby by the next new moon, my partner’s going to die!”

  Beast stood between Laurent and Gray, which allowed Laurent to breathe that bit easier. Beast was a wall of muscle, and Laurent never felt more secure than in his care. No matter how proficient Gray was at combat, Beast would fight him with the ferocity of no other man.

  “Nothing’s gonna come from shouting at each other. I told you we will help. You already have the ghost’s ruby. It’s small, but now that the Pigeon Heart is secured, we can look for more as soon as tomorrow.”

  “We had a ruby right here, on your finger! And no one’s going to help me out tomorrow, because everyone’s wasted! What could have been so important? We grew up together, like blood brothers, and you can’t give away a freaking piece of jewelry so that I don’t have to spend the last few weeks of my lover’s life searching for hope that might not be there?” Gray shouted.