Unleashing the Beast by Lacey Thorn Page A

panted out when they broke apart again. She nuzzled along his beard to his ear then lower along his neck. Her teeth scraped his skin as her finger rubbed over the crown of his cock once more.
    “Make it quick,” he ordered. “Or I’ll be coming all over you instead if inside you.”
    He heard her rumble and dropped his gaze to hers. Her eyes were aglow, her canines extended. That was all the warning he got.
    “Mine,” she hissed and struck, teeth sinking deep.
    It was his turn to hiss. His cock jerked in her hand and cum spewed from the tip, coating them both. She pulled back, licking over the wound she’d left behind. She lifted her fingers, and he watched as she sucked his cum from the digits. His spent cock immediately surged back to full length.
    He dropped her to her feet, freeing his hand to grip her shirt. He ripped it wide and jerked it down her arms.
    “My turn,” he stated and flipped her around so she faced the wall. He yanked her shirt the rest of the way down her arms, leaving it at her wrists and holding it together with one hand, effectively binding her. He fisted his other hand in her hair and tilted her head to the side.
    “Mine,” he rumbled and bent toward her exposed neck.

 
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    The taste of her washed over his tongue as he bit into her flesh. It was the sweetest ambrosia he’d ever suckled. She managed to free her arms but never pulled from him. Instead, he heard the snap as she popped her jeans open. The slow glide of her zipper followed. He dropped his hands, gripped the waistband and ripped the pants down her legs, taking her panties with them then falling to his knees behind her. He freed her from her shoes then stripped the denim and lace off her legs. He reached up and unclasped her bra before sitting back on his heels.
    “Turn around,” he ordered huskily.
    She did a slow turn, the straps of her bra falling off her shoulders as she did. She let it drop beside them, revealing her body completely to his hungry gaze. She was beautiful, the most exquisite woman he’d ever seen. Her breasts were high and firm, just big enough to fill his palms with a little overflow. Her waist dipped in before flaring out at her hips. There was no hair on her mound. Nothing to block the view of her slit, slick with desire.
    He braced one arm across her hips then leaned in, inhaling deeply.
    “Open your legs.”
    She shifted them apart and moaned as he ran his tongue over her.
    “Mmm,” he sighed. He kissed her plump lips, slipping his tongue between them and licking over her. She was musk and salt with just a hint of sweet, a combination that made him hungry for more. He sucked and flicked then used one hand to spread her lips wide, revealing the kernel of pleasure, swollen and begging for attention. He lavished attention on it, working the bud between his lips, flicking it with his tongue.
    She purred, rubbing her cunt against his face. He worked one finger inside her, rubbing her slick walls. She moaned, her hands latching into his hair, urging him closer. He thrust two fingers inside her, scissoring them and stretching her. She was a virgin. He could feel it, and it awed and scared him at the same time. Knowing no other man had ever tasted her, had ever found pleasure with her was a heady aphrodisiac.
    “Finn.” His name was a sharp cry. “I’m going to come. Oh, God. I’m going to come.”
    He gripped her clit with his teeth and tugged on it while he fucked her with his fingers. Her pussy gripped him, squeezing and releasing as she rode his digits. She came with a low moan, and he lapped every bit of juice from her. He slowly eased his fingers from her and replaced them with his tongue, sliding it in and out to ensure he captured all of her release.
    When she tugged at his head, he pulled back, leaving a kiss on her clit then nuzzling her stomach. She panted for air, coming down from her orgasm, and he gave her the time she needed. He worked his way up her