Newmar, Lola - Devlin's Beast [Scarlett Rose and the Seven Longhorns 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

Scarlett Rose and the Seven Longhorns 5

LOLA NEWMAR

Copyright © 2011

Chapter One

It wasn’t until Scarlett’s eyes shot open that she realized the evil entity chasing her was not real but a nightmare. Lifting up on her elbows, she struggled to control the heavy panting of her breaths. The thin white material of the man’s shirt she wore was soaked in sweat and clung to the curves and peaks of her unbound breasts. Silky strands, damp with sweat, slid between her trembling fingers as she ran her hand through her tousled bob haircut.

As her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, she realized Devlin still lay beside her, completely oblivious to her night terrors as he slept soundlessly and peacefully. His olive skin glowed in the red light coming from the face display of the alarm clock on his bedside table. The three numbers that shone back let her know it was much too early to get out of bed—4:00 a.m. The curtains were drawn, but she could see it was still dark outside. She grew aware of the soft sounds of nature outside—the chirping of the crickets, the hooting of the owls.

“You okay, kitten?”

Devlin’s low, dark voice startled her, and he protectively covered her forearm with his big, warm hand. “It’s just me, darlin’.”

“I–I had a nightmare. I guess I’m still pretty shaken up about everything that happened last night.” Nothing in those horrid dreams ever made much sense. Most of them she couldn’t even remember and would only know they were nightmares from the cloud of fear that lingered even after she woke. Sometimes she felt she was going crazy from the paranoia. Almost getting her head blown off by her own stepmother was sure to mess with anyone’s mind a little, she silently assured herself.

“You’re always safe with me, Scarlett. From now on, save those nightmares for the nights you’re with those knuckleheads down the hall,” he teased, referring to his six brothers.

She laughed at his banter, relaxing a little. Devlin drew back the blanket that covered his torso to make more room for her.

“Come here, baby.”

She smiled down at his beautiful face, his green eyes glittering even in the darkness, and did as she was told. As she snuggled into his taut, muscular body, she reveled in the comfort she found in his warm, clean scent. Instantly relaxing with a deep sigh, she ran her fingers through his dark hair. When she was with Devlin, the “bad twin,” she knew he’d sooner die than let anyone harm her in any way, physical or not.

“Good night, kitten,” Devlin mumbled as he settled her into him a little more.

“Good night, honey.”

But when she closed her eyes, she only saw that same faceless, evil figure running to her, chasing her with the intention to kill her.

“Scarlett!”

Her eyes flew open, and she found Devlin looking down at her with concern etched deep in his classically beautiful yet masculine features. His full lips morphed into a thin line of concern as he clenched his jaw tight. “We have to get up in a few hours, and you tossing and turning all over the place like that isn’t helping matters any.”

“I’m sorry. I just can’t sleep.”

Devlin leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. “Maybe I can help knock you out.”

Suddenly, she went from fearful to excited. “You mean self-medicate myself with the most intense orgasm possibly known to woman?” she asked with a smile. Everything he did to her body was heaven, and she always looked forward to what would come the next time they met in the bedroom.

Instead of replying to her question, Devlin silently drew down the thick blanket covering her body as he moved between her legs. Her tummy flipped with excitement as he reached under the hem of the men’s shirt to pull her pink thong panties down her legs.

Although Scarlett had been a virgin when she’d met her seven longhorn-shifter mates a week and a half ago, there was no mistaking how remarkably well her man could eat pussy. One of the few things Devlin had in common with his physically identical twin, Denzel, was they were both fixated on eating her pussy, and that love seemed to come out in her own orgasms. It wasn’t uncommon for her to completely pass out after coming in a Lenox brother’s mouth.

“Open up for me,” he sternly demanded. He kept his eyes on her freshly trimmed pussy as she parted her thighs and lifted the hem of her shirt a little higher for him to get a better look at her body. “Unbutton the shirt. I want to look up at those big, perfect titties as I lick your clit and finger-fuck your cunt.”

She moaned aloud, completely lit on fire by his use of such vulgar, bold language. When he talked to her like that, small visuals would pop in her brain, sending her that much more over the edge with her fantasies.

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons, but her excitement made her clumsy. Obviously fresh out of patience, Devlin slapped away her hands and ripped open the shirt himself. Buttons popped all around her, and her naked breasts kissed the cool air.

He growled deeply as he leaned down and took a breast into his mouth and sucked.

“Oh, Devlin,” she cried out, grinding her pelvis into his bare chest muscles in a desperate attempt for the direct clitoral contact she already yearned for.

Her hardened nipple popped from his mouth as he began to move down her body. His long tongue lapped around her belly button before he continued his destination southward. He used his fingers to spread her outer pussy lips, completely exposing her clit and inner lips right before his face. His tongue snaked out to flick the swollen bundle of nerves that pointed out.

“Yes,” she moaned as she reached down to run her fingers through his soft, short black hair.

“Mmm, baby, your pussy is so ripe for me, so damn sweet.” He pressed his mouth firmer against her entire pussy, and he shook his head back and forth, his full lips grazing billions of nerve endings as he dug in to his midnight snack.

Devlin looked up and stared into her eyes as he inserted two fingers into his mouth, taking his time as he slowly removed them from between his lips and inserted them into her slick pussy.

“Yes, oh please,” she pleaded with him.

“Please what, kitten?” His smile let her know he was obviously teasing her, but she was willing to go along with anything at that point so long as he was making out with her clitoris in the end.

“Please, Devlin,” she continued between heavy pants of breath, “please eat my pussy for me. Eat my pussy so good that I pass out right on your face, cowboy.”

Devlin wasted no time. Gripping her tightly around her upper thighs, he roughly pulled her body down toward him then draped her legs over his shoulders. Scarlett closed her legs in a little until she softly brushed his cheeks with the soft skin of her inner thighs. The gentle rasp of his stubble against the sensitive skin sent shivers throughout her limbs.

“Your scent.” Devlin pushed her legs wide open in one lightning-quick movement, the intense stretching briefly stinging her crotch. “It’s driving me insane.” His pretty green eyes were swamped with the dark orange glow of his inner bull, and he grunted in pain as his short horns sprouted from his temples.

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The musky, sweet scent of Scarlett’s ripe, newbie pussy challenged every fiber in his body to keep control over his wild appetite for his impossibly gorgeous mate. Those hypnotic, baby blues looked down at him with desperation, pleading with him to give her some kind of release. He could also tell from the concern he saw in her eyes that it wouldn’t just be an orgasmic release but an emotional one, as well.

Being a Dom, Devlin never—ever—took sexual orders from anyone. But the almost obsessively protective streak he held for Scarlett since day one overpowered his dark desires to dominate and control every living thing in his path. That’s how he realized how very much he loved this young woman lying before him in his bed. Since his first sexual experiences, nothing had ever taken hold of him the way the BDSM Lifestyle fed his spirit like a small white mouse thrown to a boa constrictor. Each feeding gave him the strength to temporarily sweep away his scars, if only for the week or two after. He used that strength to maintain the everyday life of a normal, everyday cowboy.

His first love, his love for the Dom Lifestyle, took a backseat to a new hobby the day he first saw Scarlett—keeping his mate safe from physical and emotional danger at all costs, even if it meant from herself. And tonight, what his angel really needed was some damn sleep. He knew that if he put a little effort into it, he could likely get her to pass out immediately. Then she’d sleep like a baby until she woke up from his cock being pushed through her lips. Devlin smiled at that thought then quickly pushed it away. No, there would be no time for that, either. All the unusually high stress devouring dear little Scarlett’s life could only be tackled in a healthy and productive way if she kept her energy levels high.

Starting at the soft insides of her knees, Devlin went back and forth from one leg to the other, one kiss at a time, as he slowly crept closer to that addictive scent. With each kiss, the smell of her pussy grew more intense, and he had to restrain from decorating her legs with love bites. That was sure to scare a young girl away. He knew it was best to introduce his mate to his unconventional tastes a little at a time so that she warmed up to the Lifestyle. He settled for scraping his teeth across the surface of her delicate thighs.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Scarlett whispered over him. “Please, Devlin.”

Hearing his name on her billowy lips stroked that protective streak within him. This was his woman. His pussy.

He buried his face in the aromatic heaven of his mate’s glistening, wet cunt. Scarlett cried out, her sobs like enchanting music as she clenched his hair in her fingers. He lapped her folds with his hungry tongue, her flavor affecting his libido like a can of gasoline thrown onto a fire. Any other time, he’d likely tie those little hands to the bedposts, just to torture her that much more. But tonight, he allowed Scarlett to do whatever she felt necessary to reach climax.

Lifting from under her thighs, Devlin again draped her legs over his shoulders. But his sweet little baby was anything but gentle to his poor head this go round. “Lick that pussy, baby,” she cried out as she firmly squeezed his head between her thighs while holding his mouth to her. “Ooh, yeah! Get it nice and wet, baby.”

His tongue darted in and out of her opening as he lightly tickled her enlarged clit with the firm tip of his nose. When her thighs began to tremble, he knew Scarlett was close to coming. That was her signature, after all.

Devlin reached up her small frame and grabbed her beautiful tits in his hands. He softly rolled her rosy nipples in his fingers then increased the pressure of his pinches with her moan of pleasure. She arched her body up as if letting him know she loved the attention there.

Those thighs were really shaking now. Time for blastoff. His thumbs and forefingers clamped down hard on her nipples as he leaned up to vacuum her pretty pink pearl into his mouth. “Oh, Devlin!” Her body writhed against him as if possessed by a demon, almost pulling out chunks of his hair in the process. “I’m coming!”

Using his tongue and lips, he slurped her clit in and out of his mouth at inhuman speed. He made sure her clit grazed against the hard, blunt edges of his teeth as it passed through.

Her ankles crossed behind his head, holding him in place as she came all over his mouth. Her thighs pressed against his ears, muffling the soft chanting of his name as she cruised on her climax for just a bit longer.