Kept By the Beast by Hallie Bennett

CHAPTER SIX

ASA

 

I’m struggling to keep it together with her hand sliding up and down my erection, squeezing firmly. Her touch is so different from my own ﹘ lighter, softer ﹘ yet somehow more intense because it’s Poppy’s hand, not mine.

“Don’t stop, baby.” Please, don’t ever stop.

She strokes faster in an effort to comply, arching into me. And my attention returns to my original goal ﹘ playing with her tits. They’re hidden behind a plain black sports bra, though hard buds clearly poke at the fabric. Tugging the elastic top down, it settles beneath her breasts, pushing them higher, puffy nipples begging for my mouth.

Hungry for a taste, I lick along a plump curve before reaching its pink tip and sucking it deep. I've never done this before. Never tasted a woman’s delicate flesh. Never felt a woman's slick cream coat my fingers.

But experiencing this with Poppy? A growl of pleasure resounds in my chest. I want to satisfy her and pray I can figure out what she needs by paying attention to her reactions.

Rubbing circles around her clit, she gasps at the move, her hand choking me firmly in response. I inhale a deep breath; I don't want to come before she does. Besides being humiliating, that’s not how I want to treat my woman.

Fingers travelling back down, I ease them into her clasping sheath and imagine my cock in the vise-like hold. It’ll come. Just be patient.

Thrusting in and out, I search for  the sensitive patch inside, recognizing it when she jerks. I increase pressure on the spot as my palm slaps against her clit. The speed of our motions escalate, each anticipating the other's impending climax.

“Come, little flower. My sweet Poppy. Come for me…” The whispered demand grazes her ear as her breath hitches, and I know she’s close.

“Hello? Asa? I saw your truck outside and ﹘” I immediately snatch my hands back and block Poppy from Rhett’s view while struggling to stuff my cock into my jeans before turning to face him.

What great fucking timing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” Rhett apologizes, though the stern look in his eyes says he’s feeling anything but remorseful. If I walked in on him or Micah messing around with a woman in the office, my face might have that same pissed-off expression, but I can’t regret touching my woman.

“It’s cool. We were just leaving.”

Poppy shuffles forward, hurrying past Rhett with an awkward wave, and I follow at a more sedate pace.

“This is the kind of shit I’d expect from Micah, not you. Who is that woman?”

“Her name’s Poppy, and get used to seeing her because she’s mine.” Might as well lay my cards on the table.

“Yours?” Disbelief drips from his voice as he runs an agitated hand through his short hair. Rhett may be as thick as I am, but he’s the slightly shorter, cleaner cut version of me﹘ the non-Beast of High Ridge. We’ve been best friends forever while Micah, his younger brother, tagged along. “How’d you manage to find her in this town?”

“She was stranded on the side of the road. Outside of town.” I grin at the distinction, and Rhett chuckles with a shake of his head. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some unfinished business to attend to.”

Like claiming my mate with a long bout of fucking.

Poppy’s waiting by the side of the truck, her hands tucked into her coat. “Is he one of your partners?”

“Yeah, he’s Micah’s older brother, Rhett.” Unlocking the truck, I help her inside the lifted cab and hurry to the driver’s side. “You’ll get to know him later.”

Unexpectedly, a giggle fills the space between us as she tries to cover a laugh. “I feel like we’re teenagers who just got caught doing something we shouldn’t have. Was he very angry?”

“Nah, we’re good. And while I can’t speak from experience, I suppose you’re right about the teenagers comparison. But at least we’re adults now. Free to do whatever the fuck we please. Like go home and continue, if that’s what you want.” A niggle of doubt works its way into my mind that Poppy might come to her senses. That she might realize allowing the Beast’s lowly touch isn’t what she wants.

“It is.”

Two words, but they rock my foundation down to the depths of my soul.

“How long will it take us to get home?”

Home. I like the sound of her referring to my cabin as our home. Especially since it’s at the top of my list of things to do: first, fuck her, then keep her beside me always.

“Twenty minutes or so.”

“Hmm… I don’t think I can wait that long…” Poppy’s hand drifts over her coat and still partially unbuttoned shirt until it slides under her jeans, and my breath stammers in my lungs. What the fuck is she doing?

The wet sound of her fingers slipping through her pussy lips fills the air along with the scent of her arousal. A deep groan erupts at the intoxicating combination. How am I supposed to focus on driving safely when she’s so close ﹘ so slick and ready for me?

It doesn’t take long before her body arches against the seatbelt as she comes, and my hands clench the steering wheel, resisting the need to reach for her. Satisfied after her little show, Poppy slides sticky fingers from beneath her panties, and one thought materializes.

I can allow myself this one privilege. Grabbing her hand, I bring it to my mouth and suck her gleaming fingers clean. “I want more. Do it again.”

Her eyes widen before bouncing between the road and me, and I wonder if she’s going to deny my request. But like a good mate, Poppy’s hand returns to its former placement, and a delicious, torturous cycle begins. She gets off, feeds me, then starts all over again until we finally arrive at the cabin.

Exhaustion from her orgasms outlines her features, but we’re not done yet. And I don’t mind tagging in, now that we’re safely stationary. Raising the console separating us, I pat the empty space.

Her brows scrunch in confusion. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I’ve been keeping it down as a barrier, but no longer. Not with the stunt you just pulled. Lay down, baby.” I smack the seat again before circling to the passenger side of the truck. Hesitant at first, she slowly complies, laying flat on the seat with one leg bent while the other braces against the floor.

“Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.” I tug at her boots and jeans until her lower body is bare to me. A shiver courses through both of us, but I can’t tell if it’s from the blast of cool air from the open door or the anticipation of what’s next.

“Asa… Someone will see.”

“No one will see. We’re miles away from any neighbors. It’s just you and me, little flower. And I’m about to eat this pussy properly; no more quick bites.” Bending forward, her splayed body is at the perfect height for me to easily seize my prize.

Her thighs and dark curls are glossy with arousal, the light sheen drawing me like a bee to honey. Or a bear… My tongue spears between her sweet folds ﹘ the first time I’ve ever tasted a woman ﹘ my woman, my mate.

The first touch to her sensitive clit causes Poppy to jump, and I growl at the immediate response, tracking every movement and reaction for future use. I may be new to this, but I’m going to make damn sure she doesn’t know that particular truth until after I’ve made her come so hard it doesn’t matter.