Page 5 of Royal Beast (Royals of the Underworld #1)
DARCY
A s we enter my bedroom, I dimly realize what’s happening.
Clearly, the wine I had at dinner has fogged my thought process.
I have no idea why I’m doing this. All I know is that I can’t deny how badly I want him.
His tongue enters my mouth, and my mind goes blank as I kiss him, my hands flying up to wrap around his neck and pull him to my level.
My fingers dig into the hard muscles of his shoulders as though trying to ground myself. Kellan is so strong, so solid. I can’t believe how much I missed this, how much I missed him. He feels familiar, like coming home, while my heart is racing like this is my first time.
I groan as I press myself against him and everything else melts away. How did I stay away for so long? All the reasons I gave myself feel like nothing more than a lie now as his large hands slide down to my waist, the heat radiating from his fingertips as he grazes my sides.
I slide my hand over his chest, feeling the hard planes beneath his shirt. He’s broad, pure muscle, sculpted like an Olympic athlete. As his mouth moves deeper with every kiss, his body presses harder into mine.
After fighting against this for so long, it feels good to give in. Kellan’s stormy blue eyes find mine when he pulls away for a breath, and I see them darken as he bends down.
“Darcy,” he whispers, voice low and rough in my ear, “tell me what you want.”
My heart clenches in my chest, a knot of longing catching inside me. I don’t know why I pushed him away, acted like I didn’t need him. I’ve always needed Kellan. And tonight, I’m not letting him go anywhere.
“You,” I finally breathe out.
Kellan’s arms flex and he picks me up by my waist, placing the two of us against the wall.
Gasping his name, I attack his neck with kisses, sucking a wet mark into his skin. Kellan’s answering moans are low and guttural, his hips grinding into mine, the evidence of his arousal pressing against my core.
“I want you, Darcy,” Kellan pants out. “I need you. Please, let me taste you.”
“Oh, God, please,” I whimper, digging my nails into his back as he holds me up. “Please taste me, touch me. I want to feel you!”
Kellan carries me to the bed, gently lowering me as he keeps his eyes on mine. He kneels over me, lavishing wet kisses along my neck and shoulders as he pulls at the skirt of my dress, pushing it down past my waist.
Our mouths find each other again after he tugs at the hem of my peasant top, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the side.
I’m leaning back on my hands, watching him as he takes in the sight of me in my lacy blue bra, his pupils blown wide, hands trembling as he reaches out to trace along the frilly edge.
“May I?” he asks. I nod, and he pushes the fabric aside, pulling one breast out then tonguing over the nipple until it hardens into a stiff peak. I arc my back, pulling his head against me as my core throbs, need coursing through my veins.
That one night with Kellan was a thousand times better than any other relationship or fling I’ve had since, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it for four years.
Now here I am, in his arms again, and it’s even better than I remember.
Kellan’s teeth scrape over my nipple, sending shivers down my spine as his fingers glide down my legs, kneading the flesh.
His hands skirt over my panties and he pushes between my thighs, spreading them as he shifts to kneel between them.
He glances up at me, eyes half-lidded as he nuzzles my breast. “God, you’re so sexy, so beautiful. I’ve dreamed about this body for so long,” he murmurs, moving his hands up my thighs slowly. My cheeks burn, his words making me dizzy and warm all over.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, my throat dry as I feel his fingers trace the line of my lace panties.
“You have to know how much I wanted you, Darcy,” Kellan murmurs. “That I never stopped wanting you. And now that I have the chance to make you mine, I’m not letting you go so easily.”
My body thrums with anticipation as his mouth leaves a trail of wet kisses over my breasts, down my belly, and then to my thighs, teasing but never quite getting to where I want him most. He draws little patterns on my skin with his tongue, leaving me trembling, desire filling my brain until all that’s left are thoughts of how much I want him, how much I need him.
“Kellan, please!” I whisper harshly, tugging at his curls. “Now!”
He looks up, mouth twisting into a wry grin before he slips his fingers under the waistband of my panties and pulls them down, kissing his way up to my core. His tongue suddenly darts out, lapping over my clit with slow, deliberate strokes that have me crying out into the pillow.
His tongue continues to slowly work me over as he takes his time, savoring my taste. My fingers twist into the sheets, gripping them tightly as he slides his tongue into my entrance, curling up as it thrusts in and out.
Head falling back, I squeeze my eyes shut, my arousal amplified with every swirl of his tongue in my innermost spot.
His teeth graze gently over my bud, and I gasp, the sensation traveling up my spine.
My fingers clutch the bedsheets so hard they begin to feel numb, but I ignore it, focusing only on how good I feel and how much I want more.
My thighs clamp together, holding him in place as his tongue travels up to flick over my clit once more, sucking it between his lips. Stubble scrapes against my folds, and I moan deep in my throat, electricity pulsating through every nerve ending.
A wordless cry escapes me as he sucks harder. His hands shoot out, gripping my hips so I can’t move. I’m trapped in place as he continues his relentless torment of my pussy, waves of pleasure climbing higher and higher with each pass of his tongue.
Every nerve ending is on fire, the coil tightening inside me until it finally snaps and I shove my fist in my mouth, coming with a muffled cry.
Kellan continues to lick at my wet folds, relentlessly working me through the aftershocks until my thighs are quaking and I’m completely overstimulated, a second wave crashing into me out of nowhere.
When he pulls away, I reach out for him, whimpering as he leans back on his heels. His eyes find mine, amusement in them.
“Not going anywhere, darlin’,” he promises. “Now that I’ve got you good and wet, I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy until you forget your own name.”
The promise travels through my body, leaving me aching and ready to go again, despite the two recent orgasms. “Oh, God, please,” I beg. “I need it, please!”
As soon as he sheds his clothes, he leans over me, lining himself up at my entrance as he slowly pushes inside, sheathing himself in my tight walls.
“Fuck, Darcy,” he curses softly. “Your pussy is so tight. You’re so hot, so tight just for me, aren’t you?”
His cock is just as big as I remember, filling me up so much that I feel like I might explode. But as he begins to thrust in and out I adjust, the feel is less intense. Still, I can’t get enough and I yank his face down to mine, mashing our lips together as we fuck each other.
The way he moves has me wanting it to last forever, craving the liquid pleasure that swims through me.
“Kellan,” I groan out his name. “Oh, Kellan.”
“Say it again,” he orders, hips picking up speed. “Don’t stop.”
“Kellan,” I repeat in a whisper. I chant his name in between kisses, running my fingers over the broad expanse of his back.
He’s slick with sweat, and I inhale deeply, savoring his musky scent.
Primal instinct takes over and he growls, gripping me tightly as he snaps his hips into mine, thrusting as deep as he can get.
“Darcy,” he whispers back. “Fuckin’ Christ, Darcy. Like that, darlin’. Just like that.”
“You like that, don’t you?” I say, emboldened by his passion. “You like how my pussy squeezes around you so tightly?”
“Oh, God,” he groans and his hands shoot up, gripping my face to bring our mouths together. They stay fused, his tongue thrusting in the same pattern as his cock, both of them leaving me breathless.
I don’t know if I’m going to last much longer. I feel the third orgasm creeping up as he starts to pound into me, hands moving back down to grip my hips hard enough to bruise. It only elevates the pleasure, though, liquid heat flooding through me from head to toe.
Kellan’s hips stutter to a stop before he thrusts deep inside once more, holding me still as he releases his load into my overstimulated pussy.
“Fuck.” He pulls out, collapsing next to me as we breathe in and out together, our racing heartbeats slowly returning to normal. “Can’t believe I stayed away so long,” he says, pulling me into his chest.
I allow myself this moment, closing my eyes as the whirlwind events of the day catch up to me. Exhaustion creeps in, and I feel myself falling asleep as we lay tangled together, basking in the afterglow of our shared ecstasy.
Morning rays filter through the blinds, and I yawn, stretching as I come back to myself. As I turn away from the sun, I roll over, curling into the empty spot next to me, which is still warm.
My eyes fly open, the events of last night flooding back. A mix of guilt and shame has me pressing my hand to my mouth, anxiety rising.
What the hell was I thinking?
Mouth dry, head pounding, I reach out, grabbing for the bottle of water I usually keep by my bedside. As I drink the cool, refreshing liquid, I blush as the memory of begging Kellan to fuck me resurfaces.
It was a mistake . Nothing more than a tipsy mistake .
Last night was the result of too many glasses of wine and feeling like I’d lost control over my life. I let Kellan into my bed, but it won’t happen again, even if he insists that I’m going to want more.
As I reach for my phone, I see an unread text waiting for me. I pause, realizing it’s from Kellan. My heart lurches as I read it.
Don’t forget, you have twenty-four hours to give me your answer or you won’t like the consequences .
A shudder runs through me, stomach threatening to revolt as I run to the bathroom to throw up.
Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have let myself get mixed up with Kellan like this again. I never should have let him in my bed.
Because at the end of the day, he’s still a cold, dangerous beast.