Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 147673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
And not any man at that. A beast.
Chapter 16 - Beast
The kiss was explosive. As if Beast was fourteen again and kissing a boy for the first time. Tiny, invisible people danced all over his skin, drumming their feet in the fast rhythm of the red rivers that were about to overflow with adrenaline and arousal. It was a mating dance, and he pushed at Laurent, cradling the smooth face in his palms for the deepest, sweetest of kisses. His thirst had no end, as if his body needed to sate itself after ten years of drought, so he licked, and nipped, and sucked, sharing the saltiness of sperm and the sweet aroma of Laurent’s warm mouth.
Laurent had never been more beautiful than he was now, frantic and flushed even after he came. His palms were pressed flat to the skin of Beast’s back, but it was the way he kept pulling Beast down for kisses that was most enticing. Beast wasn’t just a means to an end, Laurent wasn’t a horny guy looking for a mouth to suck him. He wanted to hug and kiss in a way Beast forgot was even possible.
Beast whimpered with emotion and nuzzled Laurent’s cheek, breathing in the scent of his shampoo. He didn’t want this to end yet. He wanted to see Laurent naked and cover each and every inch of his body with kisses. Now that Laurent knew how it felt to be with Beast, maybe he wouldn’t change his mind on the way home. “Okay?”
Laurent nodded frantically, pulling his hands away only to pull up his pants. “Yes. So good. Thank you. Shall I…?” His eyes were searching Beast’s face for an answer when he pressed his fingers against Beast’s cock, which was still trapped in his jeans. The vision of Laurent sucking on his dick exploded in Beast’s mind like a supernova. Would he be looking up, cheeks rosy from arousal, or would he keep his eyes closed, embarrassed to meet Beast’s gaze? Would he want to swallow or just jerk Beast off until he sprayed his cum all over the graceful hand? There were so many options, and Beast wanted to see them all come to life.
“I... not yet,” whispered Beast, gently pulling Laurent’s hand away, because his touch was clouding the rational part of Beast’s mind. “Let’s go home.”
Laurent nodded and entwined their fingers before Beast even attempted it. He raised Beast’s hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “I would like that very much.”
Beast stared at him, barely breathing as the soft, kissable lips brushed against his hand, as if the ugly scars were of no importance. He smiled, standing taller as he caressed Laurent’s cheek with his other hand and pushed back his long, unruly hair. It was straight as Nao’s tonight, and he liked it so much better in its natural state.
They stood motionless for several seconds until Beast realized it was up to him to make the next move. He pulled Laurent out of the room and into the dark corridor, toward the bright lights of the hallway that would lead them to Beast’s own apartment.
Even the distorted mirror they passed on the way couldn’t bother Beast tonight. The only mirror he now needed was the one in Laurent’s eyes. They walked in silence, with Laurent looking up at him every now and again, and he finally slid his arm around Beast’s back. It was adorable just how hesitant he was. As if there was anything he could possibly do to have Beast back off.
He fit so well under Beast’s arm with his graceful shoulders and warm skin that smelled of cocoa butter and some kind of musky perfume. Despite numerous attempts to, Beast didn’t dare speak either, and so they both walked in silence, away from the noise of the party and toward the privacy of Beast’s apartment. Since Hound was locked in his pen outside for the night, there would be no one to disturb their intimacy, and the anticipation built by the long walk was drilling holes in Beast’s skull.
“Are you sure you want to leave your party?” Laurent whispered in the end once they passed the last turn on the way to the apartment.
Beast looked down at the pretty face, and he knew without a doubt that he’d be willing to give up parties for a year to tumble between the sheets with Laurent a single time.
“You’re kidding, right? You think I’d rather drink beer and listen to Lizzy’s moaning on stage than be alone with you?” asked Beast, squeezing Laurent tighter against him. The smile slowly stretching Laurent’s mouth made Beast’s heart beat faster, and as they approached the door that would finally grant them all the privacy they needed, his muscles tensed from the pressure to do this right. He knew Laurent liked him, but he could still decide he didn’t want to go any further with this. He could want to fuck someone else in a matter of days, and what would Beast do then?