Beast in the Woods: An alpha male billionaire and younger BBW romance (Filthy Rich Love Book 3)

by Sadie King

  “Lucas...”

  He lifts his head.

  “You want me to stop?”

  “No, I want you to keep going.”

  “Good.”

  I reach for his belt buckle and he lifts my hands, pinning them above my head.

  “Not yet, Mya. I’m going to pleasure you first.”

  His other hand runs over my cotton panties, damp with my need. I’m powerless under his touch, my body pulsing with desire. His hand strokes my pussy through the panties, and I cry out as he finds my clit.

  His tongue flicks my nipple as his hand works faster and faster on my pussy until I can’t take it anymore and I cry out, my body climaxing under his touch. He waits for my shuddering to stop, then he pulls slowly away. I feel a sudden coldness at the loss of his touch. He must see it in my face, because he chuckles softly.

  “Don’t worry, Mya. I’m not finished with you yet.”

  8

  Lucas

  I drop to my knees. Her nightdress hangs open before me, revealing white cotton panties wet with her juices. I hook my thumbs over the fabric and slide them down her legs. She steps out of them, and I nudge her legs apart and bury my head between her thighs.

  Her pussy tastes sweet and earthy and like everything good. She moans when I find her clit. I lick her softly and slowly, savoring her taste. I slide a finger into her slit. She’s tight and wet, and my dick's aching to be inside her. She runs her fingers through my hair, pulling my face into her. I pick up the pace and she explodes over my tongue, her sweet taste filling my mouth. Her cries echo through the woods, and it’s like a calling card for my dick. I can’t hold off any longer. I have to be inside her.

  I run my hands up her body, over the soft folds of her stomach to her full breasts. I have to touch every part of her, to make her mine. She fumbles as she undoes my belt. Her inexperience makes my blood race and I know I should take it slow, but the animal inside of me is raging to claim what’s mine. I bat her hands away and ease my aching dick out.

  Her eyes widen as she sees my girth.

  “Don’t worry, Mya.” I place her hand on my dick, and she wraps her fingers around me. “Your pussy was made for me.”

  “Will it hurt?” she whispers as her hand slides down my shaft.

  “Yes,” I moan. “It will hurt.” Her hand stops, but I’m not going to lie to her. I lean in so I’m whispering into her ear. “It will hurt when I first fuck you. But only for a moment, when I break through your virgin barrier.”

  Her hand starts moving again, up and down my shaft. “I wish I could tell you I’ll be gentle. But the truth is I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. I need you, Mya. I can’t explain it, but I need to fuck you, to possess you.” Her tits are bouncing up and down with her shallow breathing, and I can’t hold back any longer. I run my hands down to her hips and flip her around so she’s facing the tree trunk.

  She gasps in surprise but doesn’t resist.

  “Bend over and put your hands on the tree,” I tell her.

  She does as she’s told, and I lift her nightdress, exposing her bare ass. Nudging her legs apart I move forward, running my cock over her pink asshole and down to her soft wet folds.

  My heart’s hammering in my chest, and my dick’s dripping with pre-cum and pussy juice. I push the tip in, and it’s like an electric shock running through my body. She’s so tight, but I have to have more. I grab her tits in my hands and push forward. She cries out, and I halt as I feel her virgin wall. It takes everything I have to pause.

  “You ready, Mya?” I pant.

  “Yes,” she whimpers.

  I thrust forward, breaking through her virginity and claiming her cunt. She cries out, and I howl with her. She’s squeezing my dick in a clammy wetness that makes my whole body throb. I ease myself out and thrust again and again until her cries turn to moans. One hand holds the flesh of her ass and the other cups a breast as I pound her hard against the trunk of the tree.

  Her hand slides down to rub her clit, and her fingertips graze my balls as they slap against her. It almost sends me over the edge. My blood is thundering in my ears, and all my senses are concentrated on the sensation of my dick sliding into her tight pussy.

  The beast inside me has taken over, and as my climax builds my fucking becomes more urgent. She cries out with every thrust until I feel her pussy contract, and it sends me over the edge. I shoot my seed deep inside her as I howl out my orgasm, the sound echoing through the forest and into the night. She howls with me, two animals calling out their pleasure.

  I stay inside her until the shuddering stops. Then I ease out and turn her around and pull her close to me. She’s trembling still, and I pick up my fallen jacket and wrap it around her.

  “You okay?”

  She nods. “I feel sleepy.”

  “You can sleep here. I’ll keep you safe.”

  I lay down on a patch of fallen leaves and pull her into me.

  “Aren’t there wolves in the woods here?” her eyes are droopy, and she’s almost asleep.

  “I’m the worst beast in the woods you’ll come across tonight,” I tell her. She smiles, and I kiss her forehead. Her eyes close, and I watch her for a while in the half moonlight. She’s so pure and beautiful and full of goodness. Watching her makes me feel like maybe I don’t have to be the man people think I am. Maybe I could be a better man.

  It’s been a long time since I last lay with a woman like this, and I fall asleep easily with the warmth of her body pressed against mine.

  9

  Mya

  I wake up to the sound of a twig snapping. For a moment I don’t know where I am. Then I feel the dull ache between my legs and his heavy arm draped over me.

  I open my eyes. A crow is watching me from a tree opposite. It tilts its head, one beady eye looking at me as if to say, “I know what you did last night.”

  The memories of him send heat creeping up my neck. I smile to myself. It was good; it was better than I ever hoped it could be. The smile fades on my lips as I remember his words from the party. That he’d take me, then never think of me again.

  I carefully lift his arm and roll out from under him. He stays sleeping as I replace his arm by his side. He looks peaceful as he sleeps. The deep worry lines from yesterday have faded, and he looks almost happy.

  For a moment I think about staying, crawling back into his arms. He said those things at the party, but last night I felt sure we had a deeper connection. He fell asleep holding me; surely that means something. But then what do I know about men? If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last twenty-four hours, it’s how incredibly naive I am. I’m not going to stick around to wait for him to leave me.

  My nightdress is torn, and I don’t know where my underwear is. I wrap his coat around me, I’m sure he won’t begrudge me taking it, and set off in the direction I think is home. I’m barefoot, wearing no underwear, and in a torn nightie. The ultimate walk of shame. Only I’ve never felt happier or more alive.

  I’m humming to myself as I come out of the woods and into our backyard. The house is still and quiet and I tread carefully to the back door, hoping I can get inside without waking Brit.

  The door is locked, which is weird because I’m sure in my lust-driven state I came out without locking it. I reach under the loose brick to get the spare. I let myself in quietly and sneak upstairs.

  There’s no noise from Brit’s room, so I head straight to the bathroom for a hot shower. As the water warms me up and I return to reality, the full realization of what I’ve done hits me. We didn’t even use protection. In our haste to get it on, I let a man with a wicked reputation have sex with me with no protection. How could I be so stupid? Getting pregnant by a guy that doesn’t want to see me again is the last thing I need. I’m going to have to tell Brit. She’ll rant and rave at me, but she’ll know what I need to do.

  I wrap myself in a towel and knock softly on her door.

  “Brit?” There’s no answer. I knock again and turn the
handle.

  “Brit, you awake?”

  Her bed is empty. I throw back the door and yank open the curtains. Her closet is open and half empty. Her bed looks like it hasn’t been slept in, and there’s a note on the pillow. I snatch it up.

  Mya,

  I can’t live the life you want me to. Don’t worry about me. I can look after myself.

  Brit.

  Panic rises in my chest.

  “Brit!” I fly through the house calling her name, but I already know she’s gone. I throw on some clothes and grab my car keys before I remember I left the car at the party, or orgy, or whatever it was.

  Damn, the taxi out there is going to cost me almost a week’s wages. For a moment I think of calling Lucas, but the last thing he wants is last night’s lay asking for a ride all over town.

  I find a taxi number and pace the house while I wait.

  I start calling her friends, but no one’s answering at this time in the morning. I’ll drive around to every single one of their houses and bang on the door ‘til they answer.

  I’m trembling by the time the taxi arrives. I can’t shake this sense of foreboding and guilt. Like it’s my fault for following my selfish desires instead of being here for my sister. I sink into the back seat of the taxi. Lucas was right. All I feel about last night is regret.

  10

  Lucas

  I wake up feeling cold and damp, and I know before I open my eyes that she’s gone.

  She’s taken my jacket which is a relief, but I’m not sure she even knows the way home. I set off after her. I know these woods well. They’re practically my own backyard.

  It’s prime land on the outskirts of a growing town. The developers have had their eyes on them for years. My father was the one that started clearing the woods. He built shopping malls, industrial areas, and created new residential suburbs. He made a fortune. I inherited it, and I’ve been trying to repair the damage ever since.

  Now I buy up the land. I own most of the woods here now. I’ve been offered millions to sell it. But what do I want with more money? It can’t fill this empty hole that my father’s legacy has left inside me.

  Mya was right; there are still wolves in these woods. They were at risk of extinction in this area. Wolves need a lot of land to roam, and if that land gets smaller there’s no room for competing packs.

  I’ve stopped the land grab, and now the wolves are thriving. I’ve been monitoring them myself. They’re beautiful creatures, wolves. Fierce hunters, but loyal to their pack and gentle to their mates, much simpler than humans.

  The rumor is that I’m burning through my father’s inheritance, spending it all on women and drugs. And they’re half right. But I’m not spending it on what they think. I’m not as much of a womanizer as the rumors make me out to be, but I let them think what they like. I’m a wolf man. I’m working to preserve their habitat.

  I reach Mya’s place and bang on the door. There’s no answer.

  “Mya!” I try both front and back, but she’s not in.

  A neighbor comes out with a bag of trash. “You just missed her,” she says.

  “You know where she went?”

  “No idea. Got in a taxi and drove off.”

  She must have gone to get her car. Why didn’t she wake me? I would have given her a lift. I would have made her breakfast first and made love to her again. Slowly this time.

  At least she got home safe. I head back to my place for a shower and breakfast. But I can’t sit still.

  I’m thinking about Mya and last night and how good it felt to fall asleep with her in my arms.

  I go to my refuge, the woods. The silent trees are like old friends, and I wander through my favorite trails. I reach a stony ridge when the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. Looking down at me from the ridge is a grey wolf.

  It’s the one I’ve called Covey, a young female in the main pack. She’s curious and often strays on her own. After a while she ducks her head and moves on. I turn around and head back home. I know I should give Mya some space, but I have to see her again.

  I’m relieved to see her car’s in the drive when I pull up.

  I know something is wrong as soon as she opens the door. Her brow is creased, and her eyes are red like she’s been crying.

  “Brit’s run away,” she says.

  I follow her into the house, and she leads me into a small living room.

  “I’ve been to all her friends’ houses, all the places she hangs out. But no one’s seen her.”

  “Have you called the police?”

  “I don’t want to get them involved. They’ll take her from me.” She sinks into the sofa, and I stand in front of her.

  “Why didn’t you come to me?”

  “Why would I come to you?”

  “You don’t have to be so independent, Mya,”

  “I’m not being independent. You made it perfectly clear yesterday how this would go.” She folds her arms and looks away. “That you’d fuck me and never think of me again. So why would I come to you for help?”

  I pace the room, my fists clenching. I’m so angry at myself.

  “Is that what you want?”

  “No,” she says. “But what do I know?”

  “Oh, Mya, I said that to push you away. Because you deserve better than a man like me.”

  “But it’s you that I want.”

  “And it’s you that I want, Mya.” I crouch down in front of her. “You make me feel like I could be somebody else, a better man.”

  “You’re already a good man.”

  A warmth flows from my heart, and I take her hands in mine.

  “Mya, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re the only woman for me.” I press my lips gently to hers. “But first we need to find your sister.”

  “I’ve got no idea where she went.”

  “Leave it to me,” I say. “You stay here, and I’ll go find her.”

  Before she can protest, I’m out the door and into my car. If my hunch is right, I know exactly where Brit is.

  The neon light flashes “girls, girls, girls.” I grab my baseball cap from the glove box and pull it on. I’m not sure if Karl has banned me from all his strip joints, but I’m not taking the chance.

  I keep my eyes lowered, and the bouncer nods me in. It’s a Friday afternoon, and the place is mostly empty. There’s a couple of men drinking on their own and a few small groups. A woman dances slowly on the main stage; she looks bored, and I don’t blame her. It’s a dull crowd, and no one’s paying her much attention.

  I order a beer from the bar and take a seat in a booth where I can watch the room.

  It doesn’t take long for me to spot Brit. She’s waitressing in little more than her underwear. Her long hair is tied back, and she swishes it seductively against her bare back. She’s at a table of young men, smiling flirtatiously. One of them holds out a note, and she leans in to let him slip it down her bra. If Mya could see this, it would break her heart.

  A waitress comes over to my table.

  “Can I get you a beer, sugar?”

  “I’d like a lap dance.”

  Her eyes soften. “Sure. Just let me deliver my next round of drinks, and I’ll meet you in the private dance booth.”

  “With her,” I say, indicating Brit.

  The waitress’s eyes harden.

  “If that’s what you want, fine. But I gotta tell you. She’s new. She doesn’t know the tricks like I do.”

  I look at her coldly. “Tell her to meet me in the dance booth. And here’s something for your trouble.”

  I slip her a hundred, and she stuffs it down her bra.

  “She’ll be there in five minutes.”

  I saunter over to the lap dance area and pay my money.

  “No touching and no soliciting,” says the bouncer, ushering me in.

  The gold beaded curtain swishes closed behind me, and I take a seat on the vinyl chair.

  In a few minutes, the curtain parts and Brit appears.


  “I hear you requested a...” She stops mid-sentence when she sees me, the coy smile sliding off her face. “What are you doing here?”

  “I could ask you the same thing.”

  “Did Mya send you?”

  “Mya doesn’t know I’m here, and she doesn’t know you’re here either.”

  Relief spreads across her face.

  “Why are you here, Brit?”

  “To make money. I can do a shift here and earn twice as much as Mya gets in a week.”

  “So it’s about the money?”

  “Not just the money. Mya thinks she’s the boss of me, but she isn’t. She’s a hypocrite. Always nagging me about my life choices and now here she is giving herself to the biggest player in town. I know she snuck out of the house last night. And I’m pretty fucking sure it was to spend the night with you.”

  “You ran away because you’re angry at her?”

  “Yes, I’m angry at her. For giving herself up to a man like you.”

  “I’m going to marry your sister.”

  Her mouth hangs open.

  “You’re what?”

  “I’m going to marry her and take care of her, if she’ll let me.”

  For a moment Brit drops the tough girl act, and a look of stunned happiness sweeps across her face. “Mya’s getting married?” She looks so much like her sister with a genuine smile on her face. Then it’s gone. “What’s in it for you? You’re not the kind of guy who gets married.”

  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Brit. I’m in love with your sister, and if she consents to marry me, like it or not, we’re going to be family. So get your bags. We’re going home.”

  She looks at me in stunned silence.

  “So now instead of Mya telling me what to do, I’ll have both of you telling me what to do?”

  “No.” I shake my head. “You can do what you want. But I’m going to build a family with Mya, children, a future. I’d like you to be a part of that.