Meg sighed and gave over to Beck when she realized that what she was feeling was his arousal. He wanted her, needed her. It was a desperate thing. He was starving for her, and everything female in her needed to feed him.
Meg tightened her arms around him, reveling in the hard feel of his muscles. His hand slipped inside the gossamer bodice of her robe and closed over her breast. His thumb brushed the nipple. She cried out against his mouth. He was hot to the touch.
“You feel so good.” Beck’s voice was a low growl, and there was an almost drugged quality to it.
Meg’s hands went to the front of her robe. She felt how much it would please him to see her. He wanted to look at her breasts and see her pussy. He wanted to lay her bare and fuck her until she couldn’t remember a time he wasn’t inside her. She couldn’t hear his words, but she filled in the intent. Meg started to pull off her robe, but his hand came out and stopped her. His face was filled with a savage possessiveness. Meg felt the fine edge of madness was still present, still trying to take over.
“No,” he bit out, the word grinding between his teeth. “That is mine. It is not for their eyes. On your knees, bondmate. They need a show before I can claim you, but they will not see you.”
He pushed her down by her shoulders. Her knees hit the sand, sinking in slightly. Meg felt like the entire episode was a hazy, utterly erotic dream. She knew exactly what he wanted. She could see a picture of it in her mind and knew that Beck was putting it there. She could have told him that she wasn’t very good at that. Her ex-husband had told her that she wasn’t good at anything when it came to pleasing a man, but Meg suspected it might be different with Beck. If she listened very carefully, he could show her what he wanted.
With shaky hands, Beck untied the fastenings on his pants and roughly pushed them down to his knees. His cock sprang forward, erect and enormous. It was thick and long, red at the base but gradually giving way to a gorgeous plum color at the head. It pulsed in his hand as he stroked himself. Meg could see a bead of milky white moisture glistening on the tip. She wanted to taste that cum.
He moved forward and pressed the head of his dick against her lips. “Take me.”
Tentatively, Meg reached out and brushed the tip of her tongue across him, gathering the pre-cum on the head. He tasted salty and masculine. As she watched, another drop wept out of the slit, and she swiped her tongue across it again. His cock jumped, and pleasure curled in her womb. She was already getting soft and moist just thinking about taking him in her mouth.
His hands curled in her hair. She felt the full force of his will like a drug in her veins. His voice was dark with need as he pulled her head forward. He left no room to argue or for her to think about what she was doing. She only knew that she wanted him. She wanted this.
“Open.”
She obediently opened her lips, groaning at the feel of his cock pressing into her mouth. He was big, far bigger than her ex-husband. She only had the head of his dick inside her lips, but she was already struggling. He filled her mouth. She whirled her tongue around the head of his cock, though the fit was tight. She explored the velvety smooth skin. Such soft, silky flesh covered his raging hardness. A wave of warmth infused her, and she knew what Beck was feeling. His head was thrown back as he fed her his dick.
“More.” He seemed capable of only one-syllable phrases now.
She looked up and saw his eyes were dark and filled with unmistakable satisfaction as he watched his flesh disappear into her mouth. His hands tugged at her hair, urging her on. He pressed forward. Meg found herself struggling to breathe. He was so big, she wasn’t sure she could take more, but she had to. It felt so good. Beck’s pleasure coated her in need. She whirled her tongue around his thickness as much as she could. It was almost more than she could take. She could feel what he was feeling. She felt the softness of her tongue and the heat of her mouth. She felt how much he wanted her hands on him, so she lifted one hand to gently caress his balls.
“Yes.” Beck groaned as he thrust his hips forward, forcing in another inch.
Meg relaxed and tried to ignore her gag reflex. She swallowed around his cock. It seemed to break something in the big Fae warrior. He growled, and Meg was almost overcome with his need to dominate her. She gave herself up to the experience.
She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she should be gagging. She should be fighting him off, but the sensation of sharing the experience with him was far more powerful than any physical reaction. His fierce bliss as he fucked her mouth was beyond anything she had every felt. He was ruthless. He shoved himself in her mouth, all caution gone. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was sure if she touched her clit she would go off like a rocket. She was giving him such pleasure, and it aroused her. She could see herself through his eyes. She was sexy and hot. She was a goddess, and he was going to tame her. She knew what was going through his mind. He was going to fuck her until she promised never to leave him.
Beck fucked his way to the back of her throat. He shoved his cock in, even as he pulled her head forward. The twin sensations called to her submissive nature. He was so deep, she could feel his balls hit her chin with each thrust. He was close. She felt as though she was in his body. An almost painful anticipation was coursing through him. His balls squeezed. Meg felt warning prickle tickled at the base of her spine. It was coming from him. He was close, she just felt it. He was so close. Instinctively she swallowed around him when he hit the back of her throat. Beck threw his head back and roared as he came.
Meg was suddenly full. Her mouth was filled with his essence, and she was suffused with his orgasm. It rolled across her like a powerful wave, bashing against her senses. Her womb clenched and throbbed. Only Beck’s strong hands kept her from falling over. The entire experience had been exquisite and completely draining.
“Lick me clean,” he ordered, keeping his hands tangled in her hair.
She obediently licked his softening cock, running her tongue along his skin. She tried not to miss a drop. It felt so good. The orgasm itself had been massive. It was like a high-powered locomotive barreling into her. This pleasure was softer, sweeter. It felt like tenderness and caring.
And then it was gone. The connection was cut abruptly, and Meg felt cold at its loss.
“What am I doing?” Beck asked in a rough voice. He let go of her. She fell to the sand, completely exhausted.
She watched through languid eyes as he tucked himself back in and refastened his trousers. She felt so peaceful and sweetly lethargic. Now he would tell her how pleased he was with her. He would kiss her and hold her. He would see to her pleasure. It would feel so good to make love with him.
He didn’t look pleased as he reached down and hauled her up into his arms.
“Cover yourself,” he ordered harshly.
She noted her robe had come open. Her breasts were bare, the nipples puckered and wanting.
Meg began to come out of her pleasure-induced haze. Just minutes before, she wouldn’t have cared if she had been completely naked to the world. She had only cared about pleasing Beck, but now a flush of shame suffused her. What had seemed so loving before now seemed perverse without his kindness. She was confused. He’d seemed pleased with her, but his demeanor now told a different tale.
She pulled the sides of her robe together so she didn’t offend him with her nudity. As he carried her out of the arena, she kept her hands at her sides, sensing that he wouldn’t welcome her touch.
Chapter Five
She wouldn’t touch him.
Beck kept his face painfully passive as he marched back to the tent Rhys had put together for the compatibility ritual. If everything had gone as it should have gone, he would have taken Meg back to this tent and very gently, respectfully made love to her in front of two witnesses. Rhys would have been one, and the vampires would have selected one. It was a simple ritual to prove he could take care of her sexually.