Nature of the Beasts (10 page)

Dastan stood in her doorway, his chest bare and glistening with sweat. He had his hair pulled back, and a day’s worth of stubble covered his jaw. He looked so delectable that Sarah almost sighed aloud.

“Would you stop sneaking up on me?” she snapped.

“I wasn’t sneaking,” Dastan replied. The teasing light in his eyes dimmed, and his stare turned hard. “Your situation is not mine and Dmitry’s fault, Sarah.”

Sarah crossed her arms over her aching breasts. “I know that.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly.

“No.”

“It might help.”

“No.”

“You can’t avoid it forever. You’ll eventually shift.”

She shook her head in determination. “No.”

“You won’t have any choice in the matter.”

“I do, and I will!”

Dastan remained silent, watching her. “If you don’t allow the Ascension to happen, your mood will only get—”

“I’m not moody because I want to shift,” she shouted. “I’m angry because I want you to fuck me so bad I can hardly stand it!” Sarah gasped at what she’d just said and covered her mouth with her hand in shock. “Forget I said that, Dastan. Just get out.”

Dastan took a step toward her. Sarah stepped backward in reflex. “Please, don’t,” she whispered.

Sarah didn’t know what to do. Dastan didn’t move either in or out. He just stood there, studying her as though trying to decide how to handle her. She could smell his scent, feel his heat even from across the room.

“It’s too much, Dastan,” she pleaded for him to understand. “If I go to the protected dimension, everyone will see my wolf eyes. How would I explain that?” Tears streamed down her face. “I’m not ready for that. I’m not even ready to know the truth myself. I just keep hoping that I’ll wake up and it’s all been a bad dream. That my dad is still my dad. That my mother never lied to me.”

“Your mother loved you enough that she kept you, despite what had happened. You were her one chance at a child, and she took it. You can’t fault her for that, Sarah.”

“I fault her for not telling me the truth.”

“That your father was a rapist? That he brutally beat your mother to within an inch of her life? It was a miracle she even survived, much less survived pregnant.”

Sarah’s lips began to tremble in earnest. “Stop,” she sobbed.

“No. You need to hear this.” Dastan walked over and grabbed her upper arms. “I don’t agree with it either, but she did all this to protect you. She made you hate shifters so that you wouldn’t get close enough to us and figure out what you really were. She never wanted you to know how you were conceived.”

Sarah sobbed for her mother and for herself. How could her mother not look at her and remember everything that happened? How could she not be a reminder of the pain her mother went through?

“Your mother wanted to tell you all this, but she’s terrified that you’ll hate her.”

Sarah shook her head. “I don’t hate her.” She looked into Dastan’s understanding face. “I’m scared.”

Dastan pulled her to his chest and held tight. At first, she tried to get away but eventually sank into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Burying her face in his chest, she sobbed uncontrollably. Dastan just held her and let her cry herself out.

Maybe this was what she needed. Maybe she should stop trying to deny it and just accept it.

DASTAN’S HEART BROKE with every sob that shook Sarah’s body. She had a lot to deal with. A lot to accept. His hard cock pressing into her stomach probably wasn’t helping anything, but damned if he could make it go away. Just looking at her made him hungry as hell for her. Touching her was torture.

Who would’ve ever thought the little blonde he and Dmitry had found to be so stubborn, so precocious, and at times so damn annoying would turn out to be their mate. Was this what Keegan had planned for? Had she somehow known what the three of them hadn’t? Or had it all just been a coincidence?

Her sobs began to subside, and Dastan gently stroked his hand up and down her back. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his touch chaste. Not much longer if his throbbing cock had anything to say about it. “Are you feeling better, princess?” he whispered.

Sarah nodded but didn’t answer. He smiled slightly. He could feel her rapid heartbeat against his chest. Her scent of arousal clung to him like a thick perfume, igniting his own raging lust.

“We’ve got to break apart, Sarah,” Dastan said in a strained voice. “If we don’t, you may find yourself flat on your back with my cock buried inside you.”

He heard the hitch in her breathing, and his own stomach knotted. God, he wanted her. Her fingers slid into the hair at the base of his neck, and he growled low in his throat, “Sarah.”

“I can’t move, Dastan. You’ll have to push me away,” she said, her voice soft and shaky.

Dastan grabbed her hands behind his neck and brought them down to his chest, where he held them close to his heart. He took several deep breaths to calm himself, but that did nothing. The hunger he had for her still raged through his body.

“I thought you said the first time was the worst,” Sarah murmured.

Dastan stared into her lust-filled eyes and nodded. “That’s what I thought.”

“So you’ve never had a mate?” she whispered, her eyes wide.

“Not this kind of a mate. Not a life mate.”

“Is that what we are?” she croaked. “What about Dmitry?”

“Do you feel this with him?” Dastan asked.

Sarah nodded.

“Then you’re a life mate for him as well.”

Her brow creased into the cutest frown. “How is that possible?”

“It’s because Dmitry and I are so close. We’ve been running together for so long, we’re basically one.”

“Oh,” she breathed. “Are the two of you…?”

“What?”

She frowned. “Lovers?”

Dastan chuckled “No. I love him but not like that. We’re just very good friends. We’ve been through a lot together.”

She flattened one palm against his chest and slid it across his sensitive flesh. Dastan closed his eyes and sighed. He was so aroused, her touch almost hurt.

“Dastan, you have to push me away,” she said again, almost panting now.

“Do you want me to push you away?” Dastan asked, delaying having to separate himself from her.

She shook her head and swallowed.

He lowered his head and brought his mouth incredibly close to hers. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, and before she could do anything else, he covered her lips with his.

Sarah could hardly catch her breath. The kiss was hot, sexy, and wild. His tongue didn’t just slip past her lips—it invaded. Dastan had been right. Sex with them was undeniable, uncontrollable, and utterly incredible.

Using her powers, she removed their clothes, and Dastan immediately grabbed her ass and hauled her against him. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her wet mound along his hard, throbbing length. God, he was so big.

With his hands at her waist, he pulled her away from him slightly and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. Sarah wiggled, trying to get him inside her. She was so desperate, crazy with the need.

Just as Dastan shoved her back against the wall, he also thrust his cock inside her aching channel. Sarah broke the kiss and screamed as his girth filled her and stretched her beyond what she thought she could bear. He felt so good inside her she wanted to scream over and over. She wanted to pound his shoulders and tell him to take her, fuck her until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

Dastan again covered her mouth with his, swallowing her moans of delight as he moved against her. He buried his cock even deeper and ground his groin over her swollen clit, making her shudder from head to toe.

God, it felt so good. It felt right. She couldn’t deny this any more than she could deny she was a witch. Why had she fought this? Why hadn’t she just accepted it and enjoyed the pleasure that it brought? Because Lord knew, she’d never had sex like this before. Her release built from deep inside her. She tried to hold it off. She tried desperately to keep from coming, but Dastan would have no part of it.

“Let it go, Sarah,” he growled.

He brought one of his hands up and cupped her breast, giving it a hard squeeze. He pinched her nipple between his fingers, and Sarah moaned. The pleasure-pain sent a wave of unstoppable tingles through every inch of her body. Her orgasm exploded with a vengeance. Hot pulsating throb after throb vibrated through her pussy, making her walls quiver and tense around Dastan’s shaft.

Dastan cursed low in his throat as he held himself deep and slowly bumped his groin over her clit. Sarah dropped her head against the wall and sighed toward the ceiling.

“What the hell just happened?” she panted.

Dastan chuckled. “I don’t know, but once wasn’t enough. I haven’t come yet, princess, and I have every intention of feeling that at least once more.”

He gave her breast another squeeze. Sarah could hardly believe what he was making her feel. With just his words alone, he made her want him even more. If he could get her to come like that again, she’d bow to him forever, letting him take her whenever and however he wanted. So long as he kept giving her orgasms that blew her head off again and again.

To hell with worries. To hell with the question of who she was. Right now, she didn’t care. All she cared about was how Dastan stroked her pussy with his massive cock. In and out. Slow and deep. Every thrust making her all the more lustful and desperate for him.

“Hold tight to me,” he whispered as he pulled her away from the wall.

He walked slowly across the room toward what Sarah could only assume was the bed. Every step he took moved his cock in the most provocative way.

“Mmm, I like that.” She sighed across his lips.

“You’ll like this better,” he purred.

Dastan laid her onto the bed, letting his cock come almost all the way out. With a low, deep, purely animalistic growl, he slowly pushed his cock inside her. Sarah gasped at the feel of him so fully embedded in her pussy.

“Oh yes,” she groaned.

“Feel that?” Dastan murmured in her ear as he rubbed the head of his thick cock against her G-spot.

Sarah felt her walls tighten, and she lifted her hips for more. Dastan pressed deeper, denying her the release she could already feel building.

“I can feel your walls quiver when I do that.” He pulled partly out again, deliberately rubbing against that spot.

“God!” she screamed. “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m gonna make you come again.”

Sarah shivered at his sexily spoken words. She didn’t doubt that for a second. She dug her nails into his shoulders as he moved her closer and closer to that glorious edge. Sarah didn’t fight it. She couldn’t. She just let him lead her over.

“Dastan,” she whispered.

“Mmm,” Dastan replied. “That’s it, princess. I like how your pussy sucks at me, tries to pull me in deeper.” He pressed deep one time before pulling back to again stroke that sensitive spot at the top of her channel. Sarah moaned and worked her hips along with his. “God, you feel good,” he growled in her ear.

Sarah moaned in response. That was all she could do. She was so close, and his cock felt so incredible. Every inch of her body tensed. She lifted her hips off the bed, trying to make him go deep again. Dastan held back, driving her insane.

The first throb hit her channel, and she screamed as the release worked its way through her limbs. Her whole body tingled as her pussy clenched and unclenched around his length. Dastan growled and thrust deep and hard into her. His rough strokes only intensified her orgasm, and she whimpered as it seemed to begin anew.

With a shout, he joined her, filling her channel with his hot cum. She’d swear she felt every drop of it hit her walls. He slowed his thrusts as he bent his head and softly kissed her lips. He brushed his mouth over hers, whispering soft words in a language she didn’t understand. But to her what he said didn’t matter. It was how he said it. Sultry, sweet, and every word punctuated with a gentle kiss.

SIGHING, HE DROPPED his forehead to hers. He’d never had sex like this. Never had orgasms this intense. “I could stay here all day.”

Sarah slid her leg along the back of his. “Why don’t you?”

With a grin, Dastan kissed the tip of her nose. “Keep doing that, and I will.”

“What if I do this?” She lifted her hips and moved them in a circular motion.

Dastan felt himself getting hard again. Damn, she could make him crazy. “You’re killing me, princess.” He kissed her lips. “George will come looking for me if I don’t head back with those tools he needed. I had just come into the house to check on you.”

Sarah closed her eyes and sighed. “Where’s Dmitry?”

Dastan snickered. “Oh, I see. I can’t stay, so you’ll get him to play with you?”

Her eyes opened quickly, and she shook her head in denial. “Dastan…no. That’s not…”

Smiling, Dastan cupped her cheeks and forced her to meet his gaze. “I know. I’m just teasing. Dmitry’s in the barn. He and a couple of other hands are fixing the roof.” He studied her for a few seconds, worried that maybe this little fuck session should’ve waited. “Are you okay?”

She nodded.

Dastan rubbed the pad of his thumbs over her cheeks. “I know it might not look like it right now, but everything’s going to work out.”

“I know,” she whispered. “Will it hurt?”

Dastan frowned slightly. “Will what hurt?”

“Shifting.”

Dastan tried to decide how to answer that question. She deserved the truth, but he wasn’t sure the truth wouldn’t make it worse for her—that it wouldn’t make her worry.

“Yes,” he whispered.

Sarah swallowed. “Does it always hurt?”

“You get used to it. It happens so fast, the pain is only for a few seconds, but sometimes if you’re tensing up or afraid of that pain, it will make the pain worse. I’ve been shifting for so long I don’t even notice the pain anymore. And in time, you won’t either.”

“How will I know…when it’s time for me to shift?”

“You can shift now.”

Sarah twisted her lips and shook her head.