Page 54 of Beast and Remedy (The Last of the Heirs #2)

Emerald Eyes

B eau holds my cheeks. “Are you alright, my love?”

I sigh at the weight of his body pressed against mine, my hands gripping his tunic to draw him closer, fumbling for the right words. Yet I ask, “Why didn’t you tell me your suspicions about Marian?”

Beau exhales. “I didn’t think about it until I saw you both tonight.” His eyes hold mine. “I swear it.”

Tightness builds in my throat, and as I scan his golden irises, I concede. I’m rewarded by his dimples appearing, his thumbs rubbing the sides of my face, still in my personal space.

But who am I kidding? He is my personal space.

Being apart from him feels like part of myself is just out of arm’s reach.

Heat coils into knots in my stomach, his scent soothing away my sorrows and easing the tension in my body. Hunger builds in my core, and my mouth waters at his broad stature cocooning me.

“Are you truly alright?” he asks, his breath brushing along my nose. “I know how difficult this has been. How hard it is to discuss your sister, but I will always be here for you.”

I inhale his scent, my vision blurring and heart filling with so much gratitude. So much adoration. “Thank you, Beau. For everything.”

His promise sends a tear free, slipping down my cheek.

Beau does not say anything. He simply brushes it away, kissing my brow before studying me intently.

And the longer we hold each other’s gazes, the more calm and love surround me.

My soul thrashes, begging to reunite with its missing half.

Seeing him again has done nothing but drive me senseless with need, and pushing him away to focus on my sister, on my home, has even killed me.

But I am hoping my mouth can later.

Beau’s words play in my mind on repeat, and the turmoil of denying myself something I want, something I need , flutters away. My blood heats, singing and pleading to bind myself to him and let him back into my life.

No matter how short-lived it could be.

I could kiss him now, but his stare holds me captive, his entire being magnificent and mine. All mine.

“I could get lost for days in those emerald eyes,” Beau murmurs, hovering torturously close. “C-Can I kiss you?” his tight voice pleads.

I lick my lips, wanting this. Wanting him .

His eyes track the movement as I bring his face toward mine.

Beau groans, pressing me harder into the wall, our hands roaming— clinging to the other as if any space between us could rip us apart at any given moment. He squeezes my backside and grinds into me, his length brushing against me as he pins me in place.

I moan, breaking away as he kisses my neck. A delicious shiver ripples through me as he whispers, “ Please tell me this is you saying yes.”

“Yes,” I breathe, refusing to deny myself any longer.

“Thank fuck,” Beau pants, pulling us off the wall and guiding me toward his room.

My heart races as he unlocks the door and turns before yanking me inside.

Joy escapes, my chuckle barely voiced when Beau closes us off from the world, molding his mouth back to mine. His hands run over my sides.

I fumble with the laces on his trousers, accidentally biting his lip.

He hisses.

“Sorry.”

My breathy apology is snuffed out when Beau’s eyes flick to me, hungrily. My stomach flips.

“Eager for me, Rosebud?”

Arousal thrums in my core and between my legs, and I drag him close. “Always.”

Our eyes lock, Beau once more needing reassurance. “No turning back.”

“No turning back,” I agree, his grin lightening up the room and my soul.

Our steps lead us to the edge of the bed, and we toss off our clothes, eager to reunite our bodies.

Skin-to-skin, we fit, both of us moaning and savoring the other.

Beau’s warm hands trail down my spine, goose bumps prickling along my flesh as he slows our kiss from desperate and needy to tender and full of promise.

Slowly, he finds my hips, squeezing them twice before guiding me to sit.

I crane my neck back, unwilling to let our mouths be parted. But he pulls away, and a carnal need simmers behind his gold-touched irises, making my heart sputter.

His voice deepens, thicker than honey. “I’ve gone so long without you.”

Beau nudges me backward, his stare raking down my body as he crawls on top of me. He lowers to my breast, nipping it before sucking.

I hum as my nipple pebbles, grabbing his head and selfishly keeping him there.

His blond hair covers his features, and I comb back the loose strands. But when Beau flicks his tongue, I shudder.

My breathing turns erratic as he traces my thighs, drawing lazy and languid circles.

His touch becomes teasing, swirling in the same motions as his mouth veers closer to my pussy.

But I ease up, drifting forward and finding his cock. Wrapping my hand around his length, I pump once, twisting.

“Sweet Makers,” he pants.

I smirk and repeat the motion, reveling in his groan as his jaw flexes.

Beau bites his lower lip, a fight to see who will cave and lose control first. He moves, his teeth occasionally dragging across my skin until our mouths meet again.

Beau deepens our kiss, his fingers near my center, taunting me.

I whimper as I work his dick, desperate for him to keep touching me.

He draws away with a crooked smile, and our eyes lock. He thrusts his finger into my core, stealing a gasp from me.

Fuck, it’s only one, and I am on the verge of shattering. I ache, frantically—needily—pleading for more.

So much more.

“So. Fucking . Wet,” he murmurs, his breath ragged and his voice guttural.

He curves his finger and adds his thumb to rub my clit.

I arch into him, moaning as he drags his face back to mine, our kisses matching the rhythm of our hands. My muscles pulse, my pleasure building rapidly. Deities, I want to come.

But I don’t want to miss this glorious incline of ecstasy.

I want to—need to—savor it. Relish it. Drown in it.

But Beau scoots off the mattress, and frustration swirls in my chest.

I blink in confusion. “What are you—” I yelp in surprise as he tugs me toward the edge of the bed, a wicked promise lingering in his stare.

“Don’t move,” he commands.

The order reverberates through my bones, my heart hammering with anticipation and curiosity as he grabs his discarded shirt off the floor.

Beau prowls up my body and kisses my collarbone, his cock brushing close to my pussy.

I lift my hips to feel him, but he rolls off and to my side and wrings his tunic between his hands, making it more a rope than an article of clothing.

I bite back my displeasure and reach to kiss him.

But he halts me, tsk ing. “I said don’t move.”

I scowl. “But I need you.”

Normally, I love when he takes control like this, but I don’t need that right now. I need to feel everything with him.

I move again, ignoring his requests and trying to twist on my side.

But Beau grabs my hip and pushes me back. He takes my hands, drawing them above me.

The power of his dark desire stirs my own, and I crave it even more now, letting him wind his coiled tunic between my wrists and secure them by tying a knot.

“Keep your hands above your head,” he says, voice low and euphoric.

Unable to resist, I arch a brow in challenge. Defiance . “Or what? You’ll punish me?”

Beau’s eyes spark with mischief, and damn he is enthralling.

Anticipation builds, and delight floods my veins as his magnificence steals my breath.

My arousal thickens between my legs, my entire body molten as he leans in, mouth near mine. I close my eyes, licking my lips and waiting with bated breath—

I startle, squealing when Beau flips me on my stomach.

Sweet Makers.

With my hands still above my head, I’m completely at his mercy. And, fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on more. My skin turns molten as suspense clings to my soul, wondering what he will do.

Beau smacks my ass, and I inhale sharply, clenching my fists. His hands dig into my hips, and a shiver runs through me.

I’ve missed this.

Beau presses me into the bed, his cock brushing along my back as his deep and sensual promise caresses my ears. “I will punish you soon enough.”

Beau spanks me again, and I hiss, writhing in rapture.

It’s fucking everything.

He tenderly rubs the sting away and then places a gentle kiss before he tugs me back.

I peer over, my eyes widening and my heartbeat increasing as he nestles himself between my legs and lowers to his knees.

He pries my ass cheeks apart and drags his tongue along my sex.

My breath hitches, and I grip the bedsheets, ecstasy rolling through me in waves as he devours me.

Beau’s mouth is everywhere . His tongue keeps a steady rhythm that is too good. Too perfect, and my muscles ache, my orgasm teetering near the edge.

My moans grow louder, and I wish I could hold him or return the favor. But he adds a finger, and I mewl, giving up control to come apart.

And yet, Beau subtly punishes me, holding my hips in place, keeping me captive from letting my body move of its own volition. I groan, and he hums in satisfaction, the delicate vibration making my pussy throb .

“Beau,” I pant, wanting to let him know I’m close. Wanting him to know I need to come.

Just a few more licks and teases away—

But Beau removes his mouth and hand, forcing me to cry out in agony.

He rolls me over, fresh air hitting my face and a mischievous grin blooming across his features. “Told you.” He plants a kiss on my cheek before reaching up to untie my wrists.

“You tease .” I smirk as I loop my hands around his neck.

“You love it.”

I draw him in, capturing his lips as he climbs on top of me.

I arch into him, digging my nails into his back, seeking more friction as he nibbles at the tender skin along my collarbone.

My mouth parts, eagerly waiting for him to insert a finger. But I gasp when he sinks his cock into me, fully submerging himself.

We groan in harmony.

“Seven heartrending years I’ve suffered, felt my very heart and soul wither without you.” Beau presses our foreheads together, panting. “I’ve been deprived of you and the utter perfection of being with you and only you for so long.”

He rubs my bundle of nerves, my insides clenching and my pulse hammering.

“I fucking love you,” Beau breathes. “You hear me?”

I do. Oh Deities, how I do.

He rams into me, sweat beading along his temple and never once breaking eye contact. “I love you, Vi. And I fucking need you, every day for the rest of my life.”

My soul sings, my heart thrumming from his words.

I meet his every achingly rapturous thrust, our moans filling the room.

I ignore the future looming over me and choose to live in this moment. With him .

Taking his face in my hands, I rub my thumb along his jaw. “Then, have me. Every day.”

He kisses me, grinding deeper and applying more pressure to my clit. We devour one another, our fierce reunion blissful until Beau pulls back.

Golden eyes lock on mine, his breaths uneven. “I want to watch you unravel.”

I hold him— cling to him, wanting the same.

He drives into me, his hardness electrifying and my climax so close.

I buck my hips, writhing frantically, tremors taking over from how hard I’m trying to keep him near.

His heartrending gaze never leaves mine, touching and feeding my soul as my release crosses the threshold, a long moan escaping.

Beau thrusts one final time, grunting as his climax leaves him shuddering, almost fumbling to remain upright and still inside of me.

Our breaths mingle, calming as he braces onto his elbows and languidly trails kisses along my neck.

When he lifts his head, his disheveled blond hair masks his line of sight. He blows upward, failing to clear his vision.

I snicker, gently sweeping his loose strands away. My chest swells when his warm honey irises find mine and sparkle.

Beau holds my cheek. “Did I hurt you at all?”

I shake my head with a smile.

Everything was perfect—is perfect—with him, and my heart is so full, I can’t believe I haven’t fought for us as much as he has since we’ve entered each other’s lives again.

“Then, what’s on your mind?” he asks, always eager to know my thoughts.

My lip quivers, my love deepening.

Beau’s taken everything I’ve thrown at him in stride, acknowledging my emotions and respecting my wishes, despite the distance I struggled to keep between us.

And being with him completes me.

I’m my true self when I’m with him, and maybe I’ve gone about this all wrong. Maybe being together, instead of fighting it, will help keep me grounded as we find a remedy.

And… I might never have a chance to be with him like this again.

The reminder keeps my thoughts locked in my mind, and I choose to absorb and relish this time with my love.

“I-I—” I break off, uncertain of what to divulge. “I have no words.”

“I’m glad to steal your words, then.”

We laugh as he withdraws and gathers me close when he lies on his side. Our hearts beat in tandem, and I breathe in his scent, wishing to remain in his arms and enjoy this harmony forever.

Yet reality creeps into my mind, and I hate to break the spell. “I have to go to my room.”

Beau’s silent acknowledgment breaks my heart, the reunion we’ve waited so long for cut shorter than either of us wants.

But his brows knit in thought. “Do you—do you need me to make or see if we can buy ingredients for…”

“Oh!” I startle, my cheeks heating. “I didn’t even. I should’ve—”

“No, I should have,” he rushes out. “And I’m sorry. I should’ve asked about that before we did anything.”

I rest my hand on his muscled pec, teasing. “Eager for me, Beau?”

“Always.” He captures my lips with his, and I hum, indulging him.

I pull away with a smile, a plan forming in my mind. “I’ll gather some supplies for the tonic in the morning and mix it into the brew I normally take for my cycles.”

“Are you sure? I can go get something for you—”

“I’m sure.”

He sighs with acceptance, rubbing my spine before he kisses my forehead. “Let me get a washcloth.”

He rises and goes into the bathing room. When he returns with the towel, I sit up and take it.

“I would’ve liked to do that for you,” he comments as I clean up.

“I know,” I say. “Maybe next time.”

Lust sparks in his gaze.

“Don’t tempt me,” he says, dragging his lip between his teeth as he soaks in my nakedness. “Next time could be right now.”

He winks, and I bite back my delight as I dress. Once I put on my shoes, I approach him, swallowing the lump in my throat at seeing his cock hard again.

Beau grabs my chin, tilting it up. “Eyes up here.”

Heat spreads across my cheeks, and we both grin as he guides my mouth to his.

It’s soft and quick, followed by another and then another. My smile grows with each one, and I close the distance, unable to resist his lure.

His dick pulses, and I groan, using all the strength I can muster to break away. “I have to go.”

He concedes, but instead of letting me go, he pulls me in once more.

I melt into him, savoring one more kiss before going to my room. Maybe two.