Claim (Fury Brothers #5)

I swallowed. “I haven’t for a long time.” I paused. “I haven’t wanted to kiss anyone.”

“But you want to kiss me.”

Everything inside me tingled and melted. “Beau—”

Then he lunged.

I screamed and sprung. I tried to crawl across the mats.

He trapped me on the mat on my belly.

“Now what?” he murmured.

I swallowed. “I’m not sure I want to get away.”

“Bell.” My name was a low groan. He pressed his face to the back of my neck.

Then I felt his hands pushing my shirt up. His beard and lips moved along my spine.

I gasped. I felt a rush of damp between my legs.

He growled, nuzzling lower. “I can smell your arousal.”

“Beau.” It was a whimper, a plea.

Before I knew what was happening, he was pulling my leggings down, baring my ass.

“Look at you.” His voice was all grit. “Beautiful.”

Rough fingers delved between my legs. I moaned, and lifted my hips to give him better access. He stroked me, igniting fires everywhere.

“Got to eat your pussy, angel. That taste, it’s all I’ve thought about for a month.”

I made a sound, then he gripped my buttocks, and buried his face between my legs.

With a cry, I rocked forward. He licked me, his tongue doing things that made me bite my lip. He licked, sucked, and tasted. His tongue parted me, and I wished I could sink my hands into his thick hair. Instead, I gripped the mat.

“You taste like a goddamn miracle,” he breathed against me.

Then he went back to pleasuring me, eating me like a starving man. He paid attention to everything that made me gasp and writhe. Learning what I liked best, doing things I never even knew I liked. I chanted his name, and his tongue rubbed over me. He alternated between rough and gentle, licking and sucking until tears ran down my cheeks.

“Fuck, Bell. So sweet.” He closed his mouth over my clit.

I exploded. My orgasm hit so hard I couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but cry out his name. Sweet relief felt like pure heat washing through me, stealing the air in my lungs, making my muscles go lax.

Eventually, I flopped onto the mat, panting.

He pressed a kiss to the top of my ass. “Better than I remembered.”

I couldn’t think, I could barely breathe. I was just a melted puddle of pleasure.

Then he reached around and touched my cheek, my lips. “Come on. I’ll drop you home.”

16

BEAU

Pulling my Rivian EV truck over to the curb, I scowled at the old mansion on the edge of the Garden District.