Free Bound To The Beast by Alexx Andria Page A

crazy person . Hadn’t my evening been crappy enough already? I looked furtively for something I could use as a weapon but aside from throwing soggy paper towel wads his way, I was screwed. This was how it ended, I thought grimly. Savaged by a nutball in a dirty bathroom. Tears pricked my eyes. “I don’t want to die,” I whispered as he strode toward me.
    At my whispered plea, he simply smiled darkly and pulled me roughly to him. “Who said anything about dying, sweetling?” he murmured, crushing me against the granite of his chest . “Humans,” he chuckled with amusement even as I stiffened against him. “Such alarmists.” He didn’t give me a chance to respond as his head dipped down and suddenly his lips were moving across mine. He smelled of masculinity and raw power; sex and leather. The heady combination was enough to dampen my fear and sharpen my sudden arousal. He pressed me against the bathroom wall that was covered in profane graffiti and I gasped at the shock of his tongue searching for mine. I clung to him as he ground his hardened length against me through the rough denim of my jeans. I wiggled against the delicious pressure, quickly losing all sense of why this was a bad idea, and simply gave in to the intoxicating feel of being ravaged. Yes, ravaged was a good word for what he was doing to me. There was nothing soft or sweet about the way his hands were roaming my body as if memorizing every curve, every valley. I’d never been so consumed by another person in my life. Every boyfriend or casual sexual relationship I’d ever been in or with had always left me wanting for something deeper, more primal. He filled his hands with my breasts and when the fabric of my blouse impeded his questing touch, he growled and simply ripped it from my body. I sucked in a shocked breath but trembled at the look of possession in his stare as he openly stared at the way my boobs overfilled the lacy cups of my black bra.
    “Have you whelped yet?” he asked harshly, his eyes glittering.
    His question knocked me out of my lust-filled haze. “Have I…what?” I asked, blinking in confusion. “What does that mean?”
    “Have you had children?” he clarified, his voice tight as if the thought bothered him.
    “N-no,” I stammered, confused.
    His relief was evident as he pulled me to him and covered my mouth with his once again. His tongue dueled with mine and I forgot the odd question and simply sank into his touch. His hands, large an d rough, kneaded my breasts, pebbling the sensitive nipples beneath the lacy fabric. “Who are you?” I managed to gasp just as he wrenched his mouth free seconds long enough to free my breasts from the restriction of the bra. “Ohh!” My head fell back against the wall as he sucked a taut nipple into his hot mouth and I forgot why the question mattered. I was melting from his touch as he seared a trail of desire from each breast and then down my stomach. I trembled as he ripped my jeans open, his growl demanding as he jerked my pants from my hips . He nuzzled the soft flesh of my belly, seeming to relish the extra bit of padding around my middle whereas the other men in my sexual history had suggested I should hit the gym a bit more. His hot tongue stabbed into the bowl of my navel and I nearly fell to my knees. Time seemed to stop as he touched, penetrated and licked every inch of my exposed body. It didn’t seem crazy at all that my jeans were down around my ankles and a stranger was doing wicked, carnal things to me that I’d only dreamt of until this moment. The moment his tongue penetrated the slick folds of my most private spot, I sucked in a wild breath, gripping the thick hair of his head as he clutched my behind and pulled me to him. There was no escaping that grip and I was helpless to avoid the shuddering power rippling down my nerve endings, ripping past the barrier in my mind that this shouldn’t be happening, and forcing me to endure the endless waves of pleasure