Page 70 of Beast and Remedy (The Last of the Heirs #2)

Against the Wall

H is golden irises flick to me, his features furrowing. “Is everything alright?”

I glance down the corridor. “It’s not something I wish to discuss so close to others.”

Beau concedes before following me into my room and locking the door. He braces himself against it, slumping.

Panic surges in my chest. “Are you alright?”

He straightens and adjusts his tunic before facing me. “It’s not very reassuring when you say you want to talk and I have no idea what it’s about.” He scratches his jaw, releasing a long breath. “I worry I might have overstepped earlier in some way.”

“Oh,” I sigh, before hurrying and taking his hand. “No, no, it is nothing like that.” I squeeze him twice. “I wanted to tell you what actually happened at dinner.”

His eyes twinkle with curiosity. “What do you mean? I thought—”

“I didn’t fully explain what happened with Sybille.”

“Why?”

I bite my bottom lip. If I told everyone earlier, maybe Marian wouldn’t have been so down. But…

I shake away the thoughts before answering. “Because I didn’t want to give anyone any false hope, and I didn’t want to break Sybille’s trust so soon.” I drop my head. “And I didn’t really get any answers, anyways.”

Beau grabs my chin, drawing my gaze back to his. “But did you get confirmation she was the seer?”

“Maybe? I mean, she didn’t finish her sentence before her mother pulled her away from the conversation but—”

“Deities,” he breathes, almost like he didn’t believe in his own assumption.

“She was very cautious and was asking my views on the secrecy of it all. And then I told her I was a shifter.”

He blanches. “You told her about your magic?”

I shrug. “It felt like I needed to. Given the secrecy all the kingdoms have had for generations, I needed to show you and Queen Tove weren’t the only ones open about your abilities.”

“How did she take it?”

“She was stunned,” I reply. “But like I said, I didn’t get much more because her mother interjected. I’m hoping maybe tomorrow morning before we go, I can try and talk to her again.”

“I… I don’t know what to say. I wanted her to tell us, but…” He shakes his head, his thumb caressing my jaw. “I can’t believe how easily that worked out.”

“Well, maybe she’s known this entire time we needed her help.”

He barks out a laugh. “True.” Sunlight and optimism brighten his features, his dimples piercing his cheeks perfectly. “But do you know what this means?”

Everything weighing me down lifts from the news, from the hope finally feeling possible and from the love shining in Beau’s eyes.

I grab his tunic, plastering more of myself to him as I nod eagerly. “We are so close.”

Beau’s mouth crashes into mine.

Need strikes me like a thunderstorm, and I melt into him. The desire from earlier returning with more force—more vigor—more urgency. I cling to him, deepening the kiss.

But Beau breaks away, grinning. “We’re going to find a cure.”

I beam, reveling in his hold and inhaling his comforting citrus scent.

His smile falters, and I almost ask what is wrong. But he murmurs, “Rosebud… you’re fucking breathtaking.”

My stomach flips, heat spreading across my face as he tucks loose waves behind my ears and cups my cheek.

I lean into his palm. “Do you really have to sleep in your own chambers tonight?”

Beau runs his thumb across my lip, and I take it into my mouth and suck. His golden eyes flash with desire when I pop his finger out.

He slips his hand down to my neck, gripping my throat as he spins us and pins me against the door.

My breath escapes when he presses into me, his hold tightening before he kisses me hungrily. I moan, and he rewards me with grinding his hips, his thumb hovering near my racing pulse.

The lack of air leaves me breathless and faint until we part, Beau panting with lust thick in his voice. “My chambers are your chambers for as long as you want.”

“Then, I will always want,” I breathe.

“Thank fuck.” Beau’s lips capture mine again, his hard length brushing along my center, and I groan.

The friction is blissful and sweet but never enough.

I dig my nails into his clothing, whimpering with urgency for more.

“Do I—” He pants. “Do I need to make a brew for—”

I grab him by the waist and plaster him to me, halting him. “I’ve got it, and I’ll take care of it.”

He concedes with a nod before fastening his lips back to mine.

Deeper and deeper, he kisses me as if he is not gifted by the Deity of Life but by the Deity of Death, wanting to steal every last ounce of my breath.

I rush to remove his belt and untuck his tunic from his trousers. My hands slink under his shirt, meeting his chiseled abdominal muscles.

I mewl with delight at the promise of exploring every inch of him.

But Beau draws back, his voice edged with a darker, more seductive tone. “You like that?”

I don’t bother answering, my reaction and touch enough of a tell. The proximity and lack of skin-to-skin contact has me scraping and clawing for more.

Abruptly, he pushes into me, a whoosh of air leaving my lungs enough to make me peer up.

He inches closer, repeating himself. “Do you like that?”

I nod, but instead of his mouth rejoining mine, he retreats. A subtle punishment for not using my words.

Quickly, I blurt, “Yes.” I guide his body against mine. “Yes, I like that.”

Beau’s satisfaction grants me a ravenous kiss.

He trails his hand down my throat, lifting my tunic over my head and returning to my chest, finding my breast. He grabs it and squeezes, leaving me groaning when he moves to my nipple.

I pinch my eyes shut, biting my lip as he nibbles and sucks, wishing for more. Yet everywhere I touch isn’t enough.

Settling with tugging on his locks, I try to guide him up, but he continues his exploration, ignoring my beckoning and sinking to his knees.

Anticipation has my thighs clenching as he trails his tongue down my abdomen. He leaves me with featherlight kisses.

Beau’s eyes lock with mine, his mouth hovering near the waistline of my pants. His hot breath is a caress, deepening my arousal and fueling the craving I cannot ever satisfy.

He strokes my legs, teasing and taunting and driving me mad with lust. I don’t care if he tastes my cunt or uses his fingers to send me over the edge.

I just want him.

My heart flutters as he lifts his tunic over his head. I follow his lead to remove the rest of my clothing, but he stops me.

“Let me.”

I gulp and yield to his requests, the wetness between my legs growing from the hunger in his piercing gaze.

He takes his time, rubbing my muscles with a small pressure before drifting to do the same to my calves. Beau kisses my stomach as he unlaces and removes my boots.

But my heartbeat increases as he tortuously pulls my pants down, groaning as he takes in my pussy, drenched and throbbing with need.

I move to return the favor of stripping him bare, but Beau pushes me against the wall and pries my thighs apart.

“I was deprived of you for far too long,” he murmurs before inching closer, hovering a breath away before his golden irises capture mine. “And I am going to rectify that.”

He runs his tongue along my clit, and I shudder, my knees almost buckling.

“Fuuuck,” I moan, trying to clear my head, but I’m too selfish.

Covering my mouth, I rock as he licks and sucks, his hands squeezing me.

“Mmm,” Beau purrs, driving me senseless as he teases me and lifts one of my legs, resting it against his shoulder.

He inserts one finger into my core and curls it, catching me off guard, and my mouth falls.

Beau licks his lips. “How does that feel?”

No words come out. Instead, I whimper, my hips seeking to match his hand as he works me. But he slows, and my features pinch in agony at the small denial of what I really want.

What I really need.

I clench my fists before meeting his stare, panting. “Good. So. So . Good.”

Beau rewards me, inserting another finger, and my eyes roll to the back of my skull. He teases my clit with his thumb, resting against my thigh for support as he watches me with his smoldering, penetrating gaze.

I really want to rip his trousers off.

“Those emerald eyes,” he breathes before burying his face in my pussy.

“Fuuuck.”

A long, gritted moan escapes me. I hold his head, forcing him to stay where he is.

Screw sucking his cock. This is fucking perfect.

He circles his tongue along my cunt, teasing as he works me. Beau syncs his mouth and fingers to a steady pace, catering to the rhythm of my hips as my pleasure teeters close to the edge.

“Beau, please.”

He pulls away with a wicked smirk. “Please what?” He slows his movements painfully, and it takes everything in me not to whimper my frustration.

Fuck, this man will be my undoing.

“ Please , let me come,” I beg, trying to motion him back, hating how he leaves me hovering rather than inching toward my climax.

He slows even more, and I growl my frustration.

I want him to do it all—to take it all. But instead of doing more, he withdraws and holds my waist.

“Then, come and take it,” he challenges, moving his tongue along my clit again, and I lose all my control.

Uncaring if I rip his hair out, I fasten him in line with my cunt, reveling in the friction his slight stubble gives. I moan, my heartbeat erratic as I rock my hips, Beau meeting me with each motion.

He grips my backside, keeping me locked in such a beautiful, torturous place to drive my pleasure out with his hums of praise and approval.

I shudder when he angles his tongue. “Yes, that. More.” I hold him close as I grind harder. “Give. Me. More .”

Beau reaches one hand up and squeezes my breast while his other guides me from the door, just to trail the back of my leg before spanking my ass.

“Yes,” I moan as he rubs away the prickling sensation.

Tremors rock through me, my muscles flexing as exhaustion builds. I growl in frustration, on the cusp of shattering, hating the fatigue already wanting to weigh me down.

But I look at Beau, a man I’ve loved for years .

One I’ve wanted to be with since we shared our first kiss.