Bought By The Beast

CHAPTER 14: Homecoming

Caspian's private home wasn't what I expected.

I'd pictured something dark and fortified like the safe houses. All concrete and weapons caches and paranoia.

Instead, we pulled up to a cabin in the mountains. Wood and glass and windows that overlooked a valley so beautiful it didn't seem real. Isolated but not forbidding. Private but not prison-like.

"You live here?" I asked as we got out of the SUV.

"When I'm not being hunted or hunting someone else, yeah." He grabbed our bags, though we barely had anything. "Bought it forty years ago. Figured I'd need somewhere to go when the world got too loud."

David had peeled off an hour ago, claiming he had business to handle. I suspected he just wanted to give us space. Time to actually be together without an audience.

The inside was even better than the outside. Open floor plan, massive stone fireplace, furniture that looked comfortable instead of expensive. A kitchen that was clearly used. Books everywhere.

"It's beautiful," I said.

"It's yours." He set the bags down. "Ours. Whatever you want to do with it. Change anything. Everything. I don't care as long as you're here."

Through the bond, I felt his nervousness. His desperate need for me to like this place. To want to stay.

"I love it," I said honestly.

His relief flooded through the connection. "Good. That's, good."

We stood there awkwardly for a moment. Both of us knowing what we wanted but not sure how to start after days of distance and pain.

"Are you hungry?" he asked finally. "I could make something."

"I'm not hungry for food."

His eyes flashed silver. "Rielle."

"I'm serious. We haven't, you haven't touched me in days. And now we're alone. Really alone. No David. No threats. No pregnancy hanging over us." I moved closer. "So touch me. Please."

"I don't want to rush this. Don't want to f**k it up again by being too rough or too possessive or--"

I kissed him.

Cut off his spiral with my mouth on his, my hands fisting in his shirt, my body pressed against his.

He made a rough sound in his throat and kissed back. Gentle at first, then deeper as the need built between us. His hands found my hips, gripping hard enough that I'd probably have bruises tomorrow.

I didn't care.

When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, his pupils were blown wide.

"Bedroom," he said roughly. "Now. Because if we do this here, I'm going to f**k you against the wall and you deserve better than that for our first time back."

"What if I want against the wall?"

"You'll get that too. Later. After I've made you come so many times you can't remember your own name." He swept me into his arms. "But first, I'm doing this right."

He carried me upstairs to a bedroom that was clearly his. The bed was huge, covered in dark sheets that smelled like him. Windows on two walls showed nothing but forest and sky.

He set me down gently on the bed and stepped back.

"Strip," he said. "Slowly. I want to watch."

My hands shook as I pulled my shirt over my head. His eyes tracked every movement, hungry and possessive and absolutely focused on me.

The bra came next. Then my jeans. I hesitated at my panties.

"Those too," he said, his voice rough. "I want to see all of you."

I slid them down, stepped out of them, and stood there completely naked while he looked at me like I was something precious.

"You're so f*****g beautiful," he breathed. "And you're mine. No one else's. Just mine."

"Just yours," I agreed.

He crossed to me, still fully clothed, and ran his hands over my body. Slow. Reverent. Learning me all over again like he'd forgotten in the days we'd been apart.

His thumb circled my n****e and I gasped.

"Sensitive," he noted. "Good."

He lowered his mouth to my breast, tongue circling, teeth grazing, and I moaned. My hands went to his hair, holding him there while pleasure spiraled through me.

Through the bond, I felt his satisfaction. His pleasure at making me react. His determination to make this good for me.

"On the bed," he said. "On your back. Legs spread."

I obeyed, suddenly nervous and aroused in equal measure.

He stripped efficiently, dropping his clothes on the floor, and I got my first good look at him in days. All muscle and scars and that thick c**k with its silver piercing already hard and ready.

"I'm going to taste you first," he said, kneeling between my spread legs. "Make you come on my tongue. Then my fingers. And only when you're begging will I f**k you. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good girl." His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider. "Now let me worship you properly."

His mouth descended and I cried out.

He ate me like a starving man. Tongue and teeth and lips working me over with single-minded intensity. Finding my c**t and circling it, sucking it, driving me higher and higher until I was shaking.

"Caspian, please."

"Not yet." He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spot that made stars explode. "Come on my tongue first. Let me taste it."

I grinded myself on his mouth. It felt so good. And then the orgasm hit hard and fast. I came with a scream, my body arching off the bed, my hands fisted in the sheets.

He didn't stop. Just kept working me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I was a shaking mess.

"Beautiful," he murmured against my inner thigh. "Absolutely beautiful. And we're just getting started."

He added a third finger, stretching me, preparing me. The pleasure built again, impossibly fast, the bond amplifying everything.

"I can feel how good this is for you," he said, his voice rough with arousal. "Can feel your pleasure like it's happening to me. Makes me want to keep going. Make you come again and again until you're sobbing."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please make me come again."

His smile was wicked. "Since you asked so nicely."

His thumb found my c**t while his fingers worked inside me and I shattered again. This orgasm was deeper, more intense, rolling through me in waves that seemed endless.

Through the bond, I felt Caspian's pleasure at making me fall apart. Felt his own arousal spiking, his need to be inside me becoming desperate.

"Now," I gasped. "Please, Caspian. I need you inside me now."

"Yeah?" He withdrew his fingers, positioned himself at my entrance. "You need my c**k? Need me to claim you properly?"

"Yes. Please. Stop teasing."

"Not teasing. Savoring." But he pushed inside in one slow, steady thrust that made both of us groan.

The stretch was perfect. That slight burn of being filled completely, the piercing dragging against sensitive spots, the absolute fullness of having him inside me after days of nothing.

"f**k," he breathed. "You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect. All mine."

"All yours," I agreed.

He started moving. Slow and deep at first, letting me adjust, letting us both feel every inch of the connection. But as my body opened for him, as I started meeting his thrusts, the pace increased.

"I missed this," he said against my neck. "Missed being inside you. Missed feeling you around me. Missed us."

"Me too."

"I'm sorry. For pulling away. For making you doubt us. For being so f*****g scared of losing you that I almost pushed you away permanently."

"I know." I pulled his face up to meet my eyes. "I forgive you. Now stop apologizing and f**k me properly."

His smile was pure sin. "As you wish."

The gentleness vanished. He f****d me hard and deep, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust, both of us gasping and moaning and chasing release.

Through the bond, I felt his pleasure mixing with mine. Felt what it was like for him to be inside me, how good I felt wrapped around him, the satisfaction of finally reclaiming what was his.

"Touch yourself," he commanded. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

My hand slid between us, finding my c**t, circling it in rhythm with his thrusts.

The pleasure built impossibly high, the bond amplifying everything until I couldn't separate my sensations from his anymore.

"That's it," he growled. "Come for me. Show me you're mine."

The orgasm detonated through both of us. I felt my own release and his simultaneously, pleasure doubling and tripling through the bond until I was screaming his name and he was roaring mine.

He came inside me, hot and deep, marking me from the inside out. And through the bond, I felt his absolute satisfaction at reclaiming me. At erasing the days of distance with this moment of complete connection.

We collapsed together, both shaking, both struggling to breathe.

He didn't pull out. Just held me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his face buried in my neck.

"I love you," he whispered. "So f*****g much. And I'm never pulling away from you again."

"Promise?"

"Vow." He lifted his head to meet my eyes. "Whatever happens, we face it together. No more walls. No more distance. Just us."

"Just us," I agreed.

He finally pulled out, both of us wincing at the loss. Then he rolled us so I was on top of him, my head on his chest, his arms wrapped around me.

Through the bond, I felt his contentment. His peace. The absolute certainty that this was where we both belonged.

"We should probably talk about what happens next," I said after a while. "With Marcus. With the breeding program. With everything."

"Later." His hand stroked down my spine. "Right now, I just want to hold my mate and pretend the world doesn't exist for a few hours."

"A few hours? That's all I get?"

"Well." His hand slid lower, cupping my ass. "Maybe longer if you're interested in round two."

I was definitely interested.

I kissed him, slow and deep, and felt his c**k already hardening again against my thigh.

"Insatiable," I murmured.

"For you? Always." He rolled us again, pinning me beneath him. "Now let me show you exactly how sorry I am. In detail. Repeatedly. Until you're completely satisfied."

He proved his point for the next three hours.

We f****d in the bed, against the wall, in the shower. He made me come more times than I could count, worshipping my body like he was trying to memorize every inch.

By the time we finally collapsed, both exhausted and sated, the sun was setting outside the windows.

"I could get used to this," I said, wrapped in his arms.

"You better. Because I'm not letting you leave." He kissed my shoulder. "This is home now. Us. Together."

"What about--"

My phone vibrated on the nightstand.

Caspian grabbed it before I could, checked the screen, and his expression went cold.

"What?" I asked.

He showed me.

A text from an unknown number. A photo attached.

David. Tied to a chair. Bleeding. Eyes swollen shut.

And underneath, a message.

You have 24 hours to turn yourself over, or I start sending him back in pieces. -- M