Falling In Love With The King Of Beasts Chapter 124: Tell Me What You Want

DON’T FORGET! Every vote for BEAST during the month of June gains you an entry for FOUR voucher codes worth 100 FREE Webnovel Coins! So keep voting. Winners announced June 14 and 30th!

*****

RETH

His breath shuddered out of him as he yanked his belt free and shoved his pants down. She smiled and scooted back to give him room on the lounge as he kicked them off, then crawled over her, both of them sighing when they were finally skin-to-skin.

“Touch me, Reth,” she breathed into his mouth.

“Show me,” he rasped back.

She took one of his hands and put it over her breast, arching and holding her breath when he immediately drew his thumb across her nipple. “Oh yes, just like that,” she gasped. He did it again and she dropped her head back. “My neck, please, Reth. I love it so much when you kiss my neck.”

Growling his approval, he moved to kiss her throat, letting his tongue dip into the v between her collarbones, then nipping and kissing his way up as he continued to touch her.

He had to shift, to give his arousal room—then almost roared when she put a hand between them and began stroking him in return.

The muscles on his arms strained as he braced himself over her, his chest barely dragging across hers while she palmed him. “Elia… oh… fuck…”

Still stroking, she kissed him, her tongue a demanding, delightful pulse in his mouth. She responded to his grunts, stroking harder and faster until groaned again, shivering, and took hold of her wrist to stop her.

“You need to… to slow down… if you want me to be able to… do what you ask,” he said, between breaths.

“Do you want to do that, Reth?” she asked carefully.

In answer, he let a growl putter in his throat as he pulled back, flipped her over, then pinned her to the lounge. With his hands underneath her, he dragged down her body from her breasts, to her stomach, to her hips. “Yes, Elia,” he said, his voice honeyed gravel. “I want this, very much.”

He kissed the space between her shoulder blades, and rubbed himself between her legs until she was trembling.

“Th-that’s good,” she gasped. “Because I do too.”

“Tell me,” he said through his teeth, drawing himself along her softest spots slowly, slowly as she began to arch. “Show me.”

“Just….just one minute… that’s… oh, that’s lovely, Reth,” she gasped.

He shuddered, but bit back a roar and continued to let himself slide along her most sensitive skin, gripping her hip in one hand, bracing himself with the other as he curled over her back, his teeth so close to her shoulder it was an act of sheer will not to bite down.

He gave in to the temptation only enough to lay his mouth at the nape of her neck, just as she arched her lower back and bumped back against him. The change of angle brought them closer and they both groaned.

“I want you, Reth.”

“You have me, Elia,” he groaned. ” I am wrapped so tightly around your finger, I’m eating my own tail.”

She huffed a laugh that turned into a gasp when he rolled his hips and slid against her again. Still kissing her neck he picked up the pace, just a hair.

But, turning her head, she put one hand back to bury her fingers in his hair and pull him to her. When their tongues slid in time with their bodies, he almost lost control.

“Creator’s Light, Elia, tell me you want this now!”

“Yes!” she gasped, drawing her knees up and bracing her arms on the arm of the lounge.

With a groan that was half-call, Reth slid one hand over hers on the arm, their fingers twined, took himself in hand and found her, ready. He placed his chin at her ear, both of them panting heavily, as whispered, “All of me Elia. You have everything.” Then he pushed into her in one long, slow slide.

She threw her head back with a groan and Reth opened his mouth on her neck as they both shuddered, but he didn’t stop, didn’t give her time to recover. He couldn’t. The smell of her, the warmth of her, her skin her hair, the sound of her cries as they moved together, it all overwhelmed him.

Curled over her, he locked his hands on hers, her shoulders braced against his quivering arms as he thrust.

She cried out and he huffed the mating call, then he drew back, almost all the way out, and did it again.

“Reth! Oh, f—oh, Reth!”

“Tell me, Elia!”

“Don’t stop! Please!”

He kissed the nape of her neck again, then the claiming marks, still red and raised on her skin because she was human and didn’t heal so quickly. Then he dropped his chin next to her ear. “Hold on, my love.”

She was beyond words already, her breath catching and holding at the peak of each thrust, then bursting out of her when he drew back.

She shook beneath him, against him, clenched around him and he threw a hasty prayer to the Creator that he could withstand the sheer joy of it long enough for her to find her release.

“Reth… Reth…”

He couldn’t speak, could only hold her, love her, and show her with his body everything that he felt.

Then she let her shoulders sag and lay her head on the arm of the lounge and the angle changed and her voice became frantic, calling for him, gripping the chair, white-knuckled under his hands and pushing back against him. Reth gritted his teeth and tried to stifle the roar that tore out of his throat when she suddenly cried out, then began to shake and twitch. He continued to, holding his own release back until she sucked in, open mouthed, in shock.

Then, before she could recover, he straightened, grunting as he thrust, pulling her hips back against him so hard their bodies slapped together.

“Oh, Reth!”

“Only you command me, Elia!” he shouted as she trembled and screamed his name again. Then he shuddered and rocked, riding the crest of his own wave, then down, down, down, to slump, spent and sweaty over her, his lips against the claiming marks.