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Grabbing the flannel from the sink, I wet it, trying and failing to push away this weird sense of disappointment from my heart. I hadn’t expected Beast to react quite the way he has. I thought fucking a virgin was every man’s wet dream.
Guess I was wrong.
“Here, let me,” Beast says as he steps into the bathroom.
“I can do it,” I reply tightly, glancing at him in the mirror. He’s still naked and something about the fact he’s so comfortable in his skin makes me feel strangely uneasy in mine, especially given his dick is still streaked with my blood.
“Kate, let me,” he insists, softer now as he grasps my wrist and gently takes the flannel from my hands. I keep my gaze fixed on the faucet, turning it off.
“You can’t call me Kate out there,” I remind him, if only to avoid the fucking elephant in the room.
“I won’t. I’ll stop calling you Kate from this moment on if it bothers you that much, but will you just look at me for a minute?” he asks, reaching for my elbow, his fingers grazing over my skin.
“I’m not ashamed,” I reply, lifting my chin and meeting his gaze with a defiant look as I turn around. Maybe a little embarrassed, but not ashamed.
“Of course you shouldn’t be ashamed. Fuck, Kate…Grim, that’s not what this is.”
“Then why are you acting so weird then? I thought all men liked fucking virgins or is it just you who’s disgusted by my blood on your dick?”
“Disgusted? Jesus, fuck, you couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m honoured, and I’m fucking angry atmyselffor assuming—”
“That I’d fucked other men,” I finish for him.
He nods. “Yeah. Given the circumstances, I thought the promise we made to each other was broken after what happened.”
“Did you break your promise to me?”
He shakes his head. “Never. There’s been no one.”
“Then the same applies to me.”
“I thought you hated me,” he says.
“I never hated you,” I admit, bringing my hand up to the puckered scar just below his shoulder, touching it gently. “I’m so sorry…” My voice trails off as I stare at the scar.
“I’m not. You did what had to be done. You proved to the King that you’re not to be fucked with. Your actions kept you safe all this time, but this isn’t about that night. Right now I owe you an apology.”
“You’ve already done that.”
“No, I need to apologise for—”
“For fucking me?”
He sighs. “For fucking you thewayI did. If I’d known, it would’ve been different. I would’ve been gentle.”
I blow out a breath, relieved, heart-warmed. “I don’t regret it.”
“I hurt you.”
“No, you didn’t. You fucked me the way I wanted to be fucked. So don’t you dare regret it, because I refuse to. It wasperfect. Though I might need an ice pack for my lady garden,” I joke.
“An ice pack? Jesus, you’re not making me feel any better,” he exclaims with a rueful smile, dropping to his knees before me.
“What are you doing now?”
“After care,” he replies solemnly, then pushes up the skirt of my dress, his fist bunching up the material as he rests his forearm on my stomach and looks up at me. “Spread your legs, Princess.”
The way he says it isn’t sexual at all, but it sure as fuck makes my aching pussy think she’s in for round two. The sheer fact that he’s kneeling before me all busted up from his fights in the cage, and taking care of me says a lot about his heart. I’ve no doubt had he known I was still a virgin, he would’ve been as gentle as he promised, but it wouldn’t have been the same. The fire, the passion, that absolute desperate way he fucked me, that’s what I needed from him after two years apart.
