Beat (The Beat and The Pulse #1)

by Amity Cross

  “Ash,” I cried out at the sudden spike of pleasure. “Harder.”

  “You want more?” he asked, tearing his mouth away from my clit.

  “Yes. I need…I need…”

  “You need what?”

  He pulled his fingers out of my opening and the emptiness filled me with nothing but panic. “Don’t leave me,” I cried out, trying to sit up, but he pressed his palms on my shoulders.

  “I’m not going anywhere, Spitfire,” he growled.

  Spitfire?

  Flipping me on my stomach, Ash urged my hips up and I followed, sticking my ass up in the air. Like I’d fantasized that first night we’d almost kissed, the one where he’d pushed me away. The one where all this had first started. We were never going to be ordinary. Missionary was for all those other boring people. No, Ash and I? We were anything but and he wasn’t going anywhere.

  Glancing over my shoulder as he shoved off his shorts, I almost spontaneously combusted there and then. God, his cock. I never understood how women could wax poetic about a dick, but...fuck. Ash's cock stood firm and proud and beautiful, beads of pre-come glistening his tip and I resisted the urge to twist back and lick it off like whipped cream.

  “Are you on anything?” he groaned, fisting the base of his cock and rubbing in between my ass cheeks.

  I nodded once before he positioned himself and thrust hard. I was so wet he glided in seamlessly, sliding home like he was meant to be there. Like my pussy was made for his cock. He fit so snugly, I moaned some garbled expletive as I took all of him so fucking deep.

  “Fuck.” His fingers trembled against my skin as he held firm inside me. “Tight fucking cunt. Fucking beautiful.”

  He pulled out slowly before thrusting hard again, our skin slapping together, my breasts jolting. Crying out, I almost lost my balance, elbows buckling.

  “Stay with me, Ren,” Ash grunted. “Once I start fucking your sweet little cunt, I'm not stopping.”

  I should've been mortified that he had me on my knees, ass in the air, his hulking body mounting me like an animal, saying all kinds of explicit things, saying the forbidden c-word, but it awoke something in me I didn't think existed in the real world. Lust, desire...eroticism. Once, these were just words in a dictionary, stories in a book, but now I knew they were real and I wanted them. I wanted them from Ash.

  Folding his body over mine, he sucked on my shoulder blade so hard the skin began to bloom as it bruised, but all I could feel was his cock as he began fucking me in long strokes. A big hand closed over a breast as the other anchored his bulk on the mat. I was completely at his mercy as he fondled me, first one breast, then the other, before moving across my stomach to my clit. He possessed me with such unashamed desire, it made me come apart at the seams.

  “Look at that,” he growled into my ear, his back pressing into mine.

  Turning my head, I saw our reflection in the mirror and gasped. His huge, hulking body was over mine, his ass flexing as he stroked his cock in my pussy, while my tits swayed back and forth. The sight of Ash taking me from behind was shattering. I didn't want it to end. Nobody had ever given me what I wanted during sex. I craved to be slapped, fucked and bitten. I wanted to be fucked from behind, against a wall, on my knees, on my back, bent over and taken. Did he know this was what I needed? If not, I better fucking tell him.

  “Harder,” I panted, sweat dripping from my forehead. “I want to watch you fuck me harder. I want to feel your cock pound into me. Fuck me. Fuck. Me.”

  With a growl, Ash straightened up, slapping me on the ass, my skin blooming with a million sharp needles before he palmed the tender spot, soothing.

  “Ren,” he moaned, not slowing his onslaught on my pussy. “I can give you hard. I can give you whatever you want.”

  His hands gripped my hips as I thrust back into him. He guided my pussy over his cock, our skin slapping as we joined together over and over. My gaze never left the mirror, watching him fuck me, possess me, make me feel something other than abandoned. He filled me with more than his cock, he gave me more than the orgasm that was building inside me...the orgasm that was building too fast. I was close, so fucking close to getting what I wanted from him so desperately. Sweet, fucking, release.

  “Fuck, Ren,” Ash grunted, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing. The motion tipped me over the edge and my pussy convulsed around his cock as my orgasm hit, making my elbows buckle.

  I panted his name as he slammed harder and harder into me, the only thing keeping me upright his hands on my hips. My muscles tightened, urging him to fall with me. Fall with me.

  Finally, Ash moaned loudly as his release spurted, fingers digging into my hips. I felt his cum erupt hot and hard and I convulsed, spots blurring my vision. Sweet fucking hell. This orgasm was breaking me. I was his. I was so fucking his I almost hated him.

  Ash buried his cock deep one last time and held my spent body against his as he spilled the last of his orgasm into me with a grunt that seemed to echo around the studio.

  Staring up at him in the mirror, I was mesmerized by the look on his face. Enraptured. That's what his expression looked like. He'd fucked me like an animal and he was enraptured.

  When he pulled out, he tugged me down to the mat, holding me tightly against his hard, naked body. Our chests heaved in tandem and neither of us could speak. Really, who the fuck could be coherent after that?

  Squirming, the spot between my legs already felt tender. Slick and tender. I'd feel him for days. I didn't want to stop feeling him. I wanted to go again and by the feel of his semi-erect cock against my ass, so did he.

  Lips brushed my shoulder as our sweat began to tack on our bodies, our breathing evening out. I didn't want this to end. After weeks of teasing, fighting, pushing each other away...I didn't want him to let me go.

  “Don't let me go,” I whispered.

  Ash's hand glided down my waist, over my hip and hooked around my knee. With one graceful movement, he tugged my leg up and over his, opening me wide enough to rub his cock through my slick folds.

  “I want you again, Spitfire,” he murmured, nibbling at my neck. “So fucking sweet. So fucking responsive. You like coming on my cock?”

  Moaning, I rubbed my ass against him, urging his cock toward my opening. Fuck, this man. What had he awoken in me?

  I knew the answer to that one as I felt the head of his hot length dip just inside. A sexual deviant. A glutton for pleasure and pain and everything before, after and in between. He told me he wouldn't be able to let me go once he'd tasted my body. That sentiment went both ways.

  “You like that?” he asked. “You like the way I fucked you?”

  Reaching a hand behind me, I grabbed his ass cheek, digging my nails into flesh. Rolling my hips back, I urged his cock deeper. He thrust hard, hitting home with a grunt that shuddered through his entire body.

  “I belong here,” he moaned, sinking his teeth into my shoulder and circling his hips.

  “Mine,” I gasped, clenching as hard as I could, trying to make a point.

  Fingers found my clit and pinched. “Mine.”

  He fucked me from behind in long, steady strokes, our eyes connecting again through the mirror. Hands palmed my breasts, pinching nipples as we watched the place where we joined so completely. It was anything but vanilla. I doubted it would ever be boring where Ash was concerned.

  Teeth sunk into my shoulder again, the pain adding to the sensation as he picked up the pace. Two orgasms? Two? As I started to wonder if I could take it after the first, I felt myself teetering on the edge and the fall was going to shatter me again.

  “Ash,” I panted, my gaze fixed on his. “I’m close.”

  “So am I, Spitfire.” His fingers found my clit again and my entire body shuddered against his. “That’s it,” he whispered in my ear. “Let go, Ren. Let me give you want you want. Take it.”

  His words sent me reeling over the edge of another orgasm, and I let it take me, not giving a shit what I looked like or what
I was saying. I let the sensation wash over every nerve ending and rode what felt like a tsunami.

  Ash starting fucking me hard as I came, his cock slamming home again and again until his own release joined mine. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his grunts muffled in my hair, arms holding my body tight against his.

  Complete. I felt fucking complete. It was the weirdest sensation I’d ever felt, but it was mine and I was going to keep it. I was going to keep Ash and fucked if he had a choice about it. Two could play at this alpha game.

  As we started to come back to earth and leave the stars behind, he pulled out and turned me over in his arms, lips finding mine.

  Sex was a poor word to describe what we just did. There were no words, but I had a feeling we didn’t need them.

  I kissed him long and slow and let my body convey my gratitude.

  Chapter 24

  Ash

  It felt like hours that we lay there on the mat, in the place we spent so much time together, tangled, sweaty, sticky…naked.

  I’d never fucked like that. Period.

  We didn’t speak, but we didn’t have to. I’d said everything I wanted to with my cock and she’d replied with her sweet pussy. We made our feelings known through sex and that was enough.

  “Where do you go?” Ren asked, her lips brushing against my chest.

  I knew exactly what she was getting at, but I wasn’t going to tell her. “Nowhere.”

  “Liar.”

  I stiffened in her grasp. She can't see it.

  It's the place where the beast lives. It's where he goes to satisfy his cravings for blood.

  She can't see it.

  Sitting up sharply, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her across the mats into the showers, her fingers biting into my skin. Turning on the water as far as it would go, I dunked her underneath. Crying out, she slapped me and I set her down.

  “What’s your problem?” She shoved me, her tits swaying.

  Fuck. Her tits.

  “No problem,” I muttered, winding an arm around her waist and tugging her body against mine.

  Ren brushed her lips across each tattooed star on my chest, licking droplets of water from my skin. Fuck. I touched her. Regret spiked deep inside, but I wanted her. I'd never met a stronger woman - physically and emotionally.

  “Why won't you tell me?” she asked. “I let you fuck me from-”

  “Don't use sex as a bargaining chip,” I hissed, pushing her back against the tiles. “I warned you that if I had you I won't be able to stop. I will take.” I cupped one of her perfect, perky breasts in my hand. “I will take whenever I want.” I pinched her nipple hard, making her arch into me with a gasp, and my cock stiffened against her stomach. “Mine.”

  I pressed my mouth over hers, taking what I needed, and her fingers dug into my biceps like she was holding on for life. Fucking ride it, Spitfire.

  Rubbing my cock against her stomach, all I could think about was ramming into her over and over. Coming, claiming, letting the beast free. Fuck, Ren was dangerous and she didn't even know it.

  “What are you worried about?” she murmured as I sucked a path down her neck.

  “Nothing,” I lied, nipping at her collar bone.

  “Who's using sex as a bargaining chip now?” she huffed and I pulled back sharply.

  “Fuck.”

  Her brown eyes searched mine, disbelief etched into her features. “I'm right, aren't I?”

  “Don't ruin it, Ren.”

  “Ruin what? Your carefully placed facade?” She dug her fingers into my arm, stinging pain splitting my skin. “When I said I wanted you, I didn't just mean your cock, Ash.”

  I let her go, stepping back, the spray of water from the shower head separating our naked bodies. She was staring at me, pleading with her eyes and my gaze dropped to her perfect tits.

  “What's the big secret? Where do you go?”

  I'd eat her alive, but that place would take more of her than I was willing to share. She longed to fight, just like I did, and once she got a taste, she wouldn't stop. I would never see her hurt because she'd suffered enough. That place would make her pay in blood.

  “God,” she hissed. “I'm not a doll wrapped in cotton wool.”

  “The Underground,” I bit out before I could clamp down. The cuts and bruises, the time I always turned up at Beat, the need that I trained with...she was smart enough to get it.

  “An underground fighting racket?” Her pretty eyes widened.

  “Fuck Ren.” I fisted a hand through my wet hair.

  “What... Does anyone know?”

  I shook my head.

  She stared at me for a moment, her gaze not leaving mine. It said everything I wanted and feared all at the same time. Awe, surprise, understanding...interest. Shit, I wanted to fuck her again.

  “You can't go.” With one step I was in front of her.

  “Why not?”

  I jerked her up into my arms, clamping my hands on her ass. Her legs wrapped around my waist, slick heat pressing against my cock.

  “Who's using sex as a weapon now?” she asked, her voice thick with want.

  I drew my hips back, stiffness finding her opening. Her lips parted in a sigh as my crown pushed just inside.

  “Say the word, Ren,” I murmured. “Say the word and I'll walk away.” One or the other. What a fucking prick.

  Muscles clenched around the head of my dick and I groaned, every part of my body coiled and ready to pound into her.

  “Mine,” she whispered, lowering her mouth to mine.

  Thrusting into her, I groaned, “Mine.”

  We might say this shit to each other now, but how long would it be true? If she saw the beast that lived inside me, then those days were numbered.

  She couldn't go...not if I wanted to keep her.

  Never.

  She couldn't see the beast.

  Chapter 25

  Ren

  I stood in the middle of the coffee shop, a stupid grin on my face.

  I felt sore. A good kind of sore. My head was clogged with Ash and nothing else, so when Josie came in and stuck her face right into mine, I jumped a mile.

  “Josie,” I exclaimed.

  “Well, you were standing there with a mental look on your face,” she declared. “It was open season.”

  “You scared the crap outta me.”

  “What’s his name?” She gave me a suggestive wink as the coffee machine flared into life behind me.

  “Will you be quiet?” I exclaimed.

  She let out a startled gasp. “Is it Seth?”

  “Josie.”

  “Okay, not Seth.” She paused, pretending to think. “Ash? Please tell me it was the Greek God.”

  I bit my bottom lip.

  “It was!” She was more excited about it than I was and I was pretty up in the clouds the day after what could only be described as our rabid animal fucking.

  “You fucked him?” Josie exclaimed, making me wince.

  “Josie,” I hissed, nodding toward Seth. I didn’t want him to hear about me having sex right after breaking it off with him. That would go down an absolute treat.

  “Oops,” she whispered. “So, how was it?”

  I winked, a stupid grin spreading across my face.

  “Renee Miller,” she hissed. “You little minx! I must know all the details so I can live vicariously through you. That man is something else. How big was he?”

  I rolled my eyes, absolutely mortified. “Oh my fucking god.”

  Josie start to laugh. “That big, huh?”

  Glancing at Seth, who was oblivious to our conversation I said, “We’ve got a lot to catch up on Josie.”

  She glanced from me to Seth and then back again, her face contorted in thought. “Did you and Se-”

  “Shhhh!”

  “Ren, I never knew you had it in you,” she said with a wink. “Total proud parent moment.”

  “Neither did I, but at least I was honest about it.”

>   “So honest that you didn’t tell Seth about Ash?”

  “How did you-”

  “Oh shit,” she said with a laugh. “I was just taking a stab in the dark. I was actually right? I think I’ve got ESP.”

  “Sometimes I really hate you.” I grinned at her.

  “Order up, Josie,” Seth called out.

  She sauntered over to the counter, picked up the takeout cup and slid a tenner into my cleavage. “Catch up on the weekend?”

  “Sure.” I pulled out the money with a stupid grin on my face.

  “I’ll text you.”

  I ducked behind the counter to ring up her order. “Okay, see ya.”

  “Later, hot stuff.” Josie shoved the door open with a wave.

  The rest of the morning went off without a hitch and for the first time since I walked into the place, I found myself eager to get back to Beat.

  Waving to Seth on the way out, I almost ran. I wanted to see Ash and make sure that this whole thing wasn’t a dream. Rounding the corner, I almost slammed into the man himself. He was leaning against the wall, a stupid grin on his face.

  “You look proud of yourself,” I drawled, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. He’d been waiting for me rather than going to Beat and I wondered what was up with that.

  “I am,” he replied, pushing off the brickwork and standing in front of me. “I had epic sex last night.”

  I flushed red.

  “How do you want to play this?”

  “Play what?”

  “Us.” He pointed between our bodies.

  “It’s really going to piss off a lot of people,” I said, my lips curling into a grin. Monica especially. At the thought of sticking one to her, I felt extremely pleased with myself.

  “I know.” He reached out for my hand, fingers tangling with mine.

  My skin began to tingle where he touched and the image of us in the mirror last night flashed through my mind. I felt my face begin to heat and Ash chuckled.

  “You’re thinking dirty thoughts,” he said. “I like it.”

  “I can’t help it.”

  Ash closed the gap between us and leaned down to steal a kiss. It was a quick peck on the lips and all I wanted was to taste him again. Pulling back, he hissed through his teeth. “You’re trouble, Ren.”