Loved by a Beast - Miranda Bridges Page 0,1
luminous with dismay and shock. “Surely you jest?”
A giggle slips past me, ruining my facade. Jaxar growls at me before crawling the length of my body. He takes me into his arms and pulls me to him, careful not to press into my belly. It’s not huge like Vivian’s—she’s due to give birth any minute now—but it’s not small either.
“Massela, you test my patience with your teasing.” His warm breath skims my hair as he exhales. “If you were not pregnant, I would punish you.”
I place a kiss at the base of his throat and then lay my head on his chest. “You love me too much to ever hurt me.”
“That is true,” he grumbles. “I could not lay a hand on you in anger any more than I could Tika. Since you know this, you behave badly.”
“Who, me?” I trail my fingers along his rib cage, across his hip, and then down until I’m gripping his cock. It hardens against my palm even before I’ve had a chance to do anything. But then I caress his erection, earning a groan from Jaxar. “I think you like it when I misbehave,” I say.
He doesn’t answer me. Instead he closes his eyes as I increase the speed of my strokes. His heart thumps so loudly I can hear it despite his ragged breathing. The sound of his heartbeat is something that never ceases to fill me with wonder. It’s only because of me, his silana, that his heart is free from its stone casing.
Jaxar snatches my wrist and pulls my hand away from his cock. Within seconds he has me flat on my back and is inside me. His thrusts aren’t intense and wild like before, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have me wanting to scream. Again. I don’t think it matters how he fucks me, since I like it all types of ways.
“Are you going to be quiet this time, wife?”
I smirk at him. “Never.”
His eyes grow brighter with desire at my retort. He may never admit it, but he likes when I stand up to him. Even if I don’t mean what I say, like right now.
“Next time I will put my cock in your mouth.”
I swallow the moan at the back of my throat, finding it very hard to continue this conversation. “Like I’ve never heard that threat before.”
A tiny sigh from the bed has me going still, my ears straining to hear any sign that my daughter needs me. Jaxar covers my mouth with his hand and continues to thrust into me at a leisurely pace. The deviousness of his actions turns me on, bringing about orgasm. Once again he smothers my cries as I fall apart in his arms. His grunt of satisfaction quickly follows as I take him into me over and over.
There’s no movement from the bed as we lie there waiting for our breaths to even out and our hearts to slow down. After a minute I assume the coast is clear and close my eyes in relief. Jaxar says that all Boraq children eventually witness their parents having sex due to the tents not offering any privacy. He says it’s a way of life and nothing to be ashamed of. I couldn’t disagree more. I don’t want my babies away from me, but I also don’t relish the idea of them watching their daddy pound the fuck out of me.
“All is well, Massela. That youngling sleeps like the dead.”
I bite my lip, so deep in thought that I don’t respond. Things are different right now and not just because of my new family dynamic. The tribe to the west is out for our blood and hired mercenaries to help them ensure their victory, forcing the remaining three tribes to put aside their past grievances and unite. The northern, southern, and eastern tribe members are now gathered together in a secure location while the leaders formulate a plan to end this war. There are numerous Boraq residing in this encampment, making privacy a rare thing except for inside one’s tent. At least we aren’t in the caves anymore.
There’s nothing like you and everyone else hearing your moans echoing throughout the long tunnels. I may or may not have a permanent blush on my face. And Jaxar couldn’t be more proud. The only reason he keeps me quiet now is because I asked him to after that debacle. And of course, to not wake up Tika.
He rests his forehead to mine, bringing me