Page 10 of Beast (Iron Sentinels MC #4)
Pixie sat on the porch of Beast’s house, her back resting against the railing as she gazed out at the horizon. The sun was setting, casting the sky in hues of pink, purple, and gold.
It was a beautiful sight, one she could watch every night and never tire of. But it wasn’t the view that kept her anchored in this moment. It was Beast beside her, his presence as solid as the earth beneath her.
The weeks since she’d fully settled into life with the Iron Sentinels had been some of the happiest of her life. She had found a sense of peace, something she hadn’t realized she was missing until now. The clubhouse had become home.
The members, once strangers, were now people she trusted, people who cared for her. But it was Beast—always Beast—who had given her the sense of safety and belonging she had always longed for.
She hadn’t realized how much she needed to feel wanted, to feel like she truly belonged somewhere, until he had made her feel it every single day.
Beast brushed his hand against her back, drawing her closer, his warmth seeping into her skin. The steady rhythm of his breathing, the way he always seemed to have a quiet strength about him, grounded her in ways she couldn’t describe.
His voice was low, rumbling against her ear as he pulled her into his lap. “You’re mine, Pixie. Always.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine, not from fear but from the power behind them. There was a possessiveness in his tone, but it wasn’t suffocating, it was a promise. And that promise, wrapped in the simple beauty of his voice, made her heart flutter.
She looked up at him, her smile soft but filled with certainty.
“Always,” she whispered, leaning into him, pressing her cheek against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her.
For a moment, they simply sat there, watching the fading colors of the sunset paint the sky, the silence between them comfortable and full of meaning. There was no need for words.
But then Beast shifted slightly, tilting her chin up so she was facing him. His eyes were intense, focused entirely on her, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“I want you to be mine,” he said, his voice filled with a rawness that made her pulse quicken. “Not just for now, not just for today. I want you forever. I want you to be my old lady.”
Pixie’s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing. The weight of his words settled over her, filling her with a mixture of warmth and excitement.
She had never thought she would find someone who would make her feel like this—not just wanted, but needed, cherished, and loved in ways she couldn’t have imagined. But Beast was everything.
Her hands found his, and she threaded her fingers through his, pulling him closer. The intensity in his eyes matched the storm of emotions she felt swirling inside her, but there was something else there too—a quiet certainty.
He wasn’t asking her to make a decision out of nowhere. He was asking her to build a life with him, a life that was grounded in love, trust, and a bond neither of them had ever thought they would experience.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, a tear slipping from her eye before she could stop it.
She hadn’t expected it—hadn’t expected to feel the way she did. But there was no doubt in her heart. “Yes, Beast. I’ll be your old lady. I’m yours,” she whispered.
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the warmth in his eyes matching the fire burning between them.
“You have no idea how much that means to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re mine, Pixie. Always.”
Her heart swelled in her chest at the intensity of his words, a warmth spreading through her like wildfire. It wasn’t just his promise that made her feel this way, but the certainty in his eyes, the raw truth behind everything he said. She didn’t need any more explanation. She knew.
Without thinking, she leaned in, capturing his lips with hers in a kiss that started off soft, gentle, tasting the sweetness of the moment. It was as if they were savoring the words they’d just exchanged, the weight of them settling between them, turning their hearts into one steady beat.
But soon, that soft kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, like two souls finally finding each other after years of searching. They moved their lips together, a perfect rhythm of longing and desire. The world around them faded, leaving nothing but the taste of each other, the heat of their bodies, and the overwhelming sense of rightness in their connection.
Beast cupped her face with his hand, his touch possessive and gentle at the same time. He pulled her closer, his fingers caressing her skin, tracing the lines of her jaw as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
She melted into him, letting herself fall into the warmth of his embrace, the strength of his arms surrounding her like a fortress she never wanted to leave. Every doubt she’d carried—every fear, every hesitation—vanished. She didn’t need anything else, not when she had him. Not when they had this.
And for the first time, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, she had found something she’d never thought possible—a future. A life. A family. And it was with him.
When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads resting together, their breath heavy in the stillness of the evening, Pixie felt more at peace than she ever had in her life.
She closed her eyes for a moment, soaking in the beauty of everything that had happened. The sky above them was turning a deep shade of indigo, stars beginning to twinkle in the vast expanse. It was a new night, a new beginning.
Beast’s voice, low and husky, broke the silence. “Let’s go inside. I have something to show you.”
Curiosity stirred in her, but the pull of him was so strong, so undeniable, that she allowed him to guide her without question. His hand was a constant at the small of her back, firm and reassuring.
As they entered the house, Pixie looked around, but Beast’s focus was only on her. There was something in his eyes, a flicker of something dangerous and protective that sent a thrill through her.
He led her up the stairs, their footsteps quiet against the wooden floors. The newly renovated bedroom awaited them, and the air in the house seemed to thrum with anticipation.
Pixie had seen glimpses of it before, but tonight, everything felt different. The space, though still new, felt like a home. Their home.
He didn’t speak as he closed the door behind them, the click of the latch a quiet promise. His hands found her again, this time at her waist, tugging her close as if the distance between them had never been enough.
His lips claimed hers in a kiss that was harder, deeper, a claim that left no room for doubt. He was marking her, and in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to be marked by him.
Pixie’s heart pounded in her chest as she let herself be swept away by the heat of his touch. There was no hesitation now, no fear of the past. All that mattered was this—this man, this moment, this future they were beginning to build together.
She could feel the fire of his desire as his hands slid beneath her shirt, lifting it over her head with a roughness that made her pulse race.
She gasped at the intensity of it, but there was no panic. No fear. Just the certainty that this was right. That he was the one she was meant to be with.
Beast paused for a moment, his eyes searching hers, as if asking for permission. But there was no need for words. She pulled him closer, her hands roaming to the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss. This time, it was a promise, that they were no longer holding back.
The heat between them grew, the world around them narrowing until it was just the two of them. No past. No fear. Just them, here and now, lost in each other.
Beast used his expert hands and mouth on her body, and soon, they were both lost in the feel of each other, in the intimacy of their connection.
The bed creaked beneath them as they moved, as they shed the remnants of their clothes, until they were both bare, skin against skin.
Pixie felt the weight of everything in that moment—the intensity of his touch, the depth of his gaze, and the way his hands roamed over her like he was trying to memorize every inch of her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so alive, so needed.
As Beast covered his body over hers, a soft groan escaping his lips, Pixie’s heart raced. She moaned as he entered, his cock thick and full. Pixie gasped as he began moving and out of her.
She had found a place with him, a place where she could finally be herself, finally be loved the way she always wanted. She wasn’t running anymore. She wasn’t afraid. This was where she belonged.
Beast took her rougher, faster, and soon enough, both their bodies were coated with sweat. Pixie gasped as he entered her one final time and she came, her vision blurring, her heart soaring. She screamed out his name. Several thrusts later, Beast climaxed.
After, he pulled out of her, and collapsed onto her. He pulled her close, and kissed her, slower this time, trailing his lips down her neck.
She knew without a doubt, this was home. The world outside could burn for all she cared. In his arms, she was safe. In his arms, she was finally where she was meant to be.
With a soft whisper, Beast’s voice rumbled through the quiet of the room. “You’re mine, Pixie. Always.”
Pixie’s heart soared. “Yours,” she agreed.
The End