The Belle and the Beard Kate Canterbary (reading comprehension books .txt) 📖

"Oh my god," I whispered. "I want you to come all over me."

"Yes."

"I want you to eat my pussy after you come inside me."

"Mmm. That's it, precious girl. That's it."

"Would you? Really?" I asked, the doubt and shame prickling up my spine.

"As often as you wanted."

I didn't know if we were playing. I didn't really care. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I want it."

He released his hold on my mound and that rush was enough to grab at my release but then he slapped me. He slapped my folds with barely enough force to consider it a true slap but my body did not care about such technicalities. No, my body was very busy learning how to have a catastrophic orgasm with the help of another person.

"That's right. That's what you need," he murmured.

In a distant sense, I knew he was talking and growling, and I felt him lash his arms around my torso and hold me tighter than was comfortable as he came, but I couldn't focus on anything but the unbelievable heat that seemed to radiate out from my pussy.

It was so much. So much. As if he knew I couldn't handle this, not all of it, Linden settled us against the pillows, his arms locked around me as I went on gasping and shaking. When I caught my breath, I realized he was still inside me, still twitching and pulsing.

"Whoa," I whispered. My head was soft and milky. I could fall asleep like this.

"Are you warm enough?"

He ran a palm down my arm and it was too much, just too much sensation. A shiver moved from my shoulders to my toes, and I clenched around him again, drawing groans from both of us. Then I shivered again. "I think so?"

"No, Jas, that's not what it looks like to be warm enough," he said, kicking the blankets out from underneath us and pulling them up.

Once the bedding was straightened out, he rolled away to handle the condom. When he returned, he ducked his head to my chest and teased my nipples with his beard. I sanded my fingers through his hair, sighing and squirming with every barely-there pass. Then he inched his way down my body until he was settled between my legs, the blankets bunched around his broad shoulders.

"Will you tell me about those tattoos now?" It seemed like I could ask this. Like I didn't have to bury my face in the pillows and pretend none of that had happened.

His lips skating along my inner thigh, he shook his head. "You already know I'm a Tolkien fan. They're just stray bits from the stories."

I gestured to his right arm. I couldn't reach past his shoulder in this position. "What does that say?"

His gaze still locked on my leg, he recited, "'One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them. One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.'"

"And this?" I tapped the other shoulder. "What are those?"

He shifted to the other leg and occupied himself with dragging his lips and beard up until I writhed and giggled. Then, "It represents the Three Hunters. Aragorn's sword, Gimli's axe, and Legolas's arrow."

"Is that a triplet thing?"

He shrugged. "Not really. But somewhat. Depends on your interpretation."

Yes, it was definitely a triplet thing.

He shouldered my legs apart as far as they'd go, ran his tongue along my seam. Another violent shiver moved through me. "What are you doing?"

"I keep promises," he replied simply. "And I'm keeping this one, as much as I can."

"You don't have to," I whispered.

"Here's what's going to happen now," he said, pushing up on an elbow. "I'm going to lick you until I get another one of those crazy screams out of you. Then I'm going to fuck you again and there's a pretty good chance I'll fall asleep after that because you are one hell of a handful, Peach."

I turned my head, glanced out the window at the night sky. "That's an interesting way of putting it."

"Don't do that." He reached up, pressed his fingers to my jaw, shifted me to face him again. "Let's get one thing straight, all right? If you even think about hiding from me now, I will hunt you down," he said. "I'll find you."

Everything they said about wolves? It was true.

They could see you better.

They could hear you better.

And they could eat you better.

15

Linden

For the second day in a row, I woke up with Jasper's ass tucked into my lap and my cock loving the sweet cradle of her cheeks. I could get used to this. I could get used to it real fast.

I shouldn't, of course. There were a ton of reasons why I shouldn't, though none of them came to mind when she reached back and took my shaft in hand. It was a sleepy kind of stroke, nothing hard or aggressive, just a slow skate up and down as I rubbed a thumb around her nipple.

If there was a reason this was wrong, I didn't want to concern myself with it. Not for a damn minute. Not when her whisper of a touch had sweat beading on my forehead and my hips jolting with that instinctual kick.

"Come here." A rough pluck to her nipple punctuated the order.

"Have we dispensed with pleasantries such as good morning and hello in favor of come here when it suits?"

My hand flat on the small of her back, I pulled until she flipped over, pushed until she straddled me. "Good morning," I said with a swift buck of my hips.

"Nice to see you again." She stretched her arms high over her head which did the best things to her tits. The very best things.

As I admired the full flare of her curves, I rolled a condom down. Held myself by the base, an offering to my sweet, sleepy goddess. She was allowed to be tired. I'd reached for her at all hours of the night and most of the day