The Virgin and the Beast (Stud Ranch 1)

Dammit.

This was the deal, Mel. There was never going to be any getting around this part, you know that.

But God, I only made the deal a few days ago and between then and now I’ve done everything possible to avoid thinking about this moment.

Still, it’s here now. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter and try to force myself to relax. Everything I read online over the years said it would go easier if I relaxed.

Yeah right.

You try relaxing with two hundred and thirty pounds of muscled beast over you while you’re buck naked.

His hands rub down my back again and this time when he gets to my ass, he doesn’t pause. Before I can even take a full breath, both his hands are full of my ass cheeks. He squeezes them in his massive hands, first one handful, then the other. I might not be anything to write home about in the bosom department, but I’m not lacking when it comes to junk in my trunk.

Just my luck, because apparently he’s an ass man.

He leans down and his cheek traces the same path his hands just took, down my spine until his stubble brushes my ass.

He’s been unexpectedly gentle the past few minutes.

So I don’t expect the bite.

It’s not hard, just a nip of his teeth on the round of my ass—but it’s enough to have me yelping and looking over my shoulder at the top of his dark head.

Like he can feel me looking, he growls and glances up at me.

The left side of his face catches me off guard just like it has each time I’ve looked him full on. And then he’s moving—far quicker than it seems like a man his size should be able to.

He whips open his night stand. My breath catches until I see he’s only holding an eye mask.

“Oh really, that’s not necessary. I’m sorry. I won’t look if you don’t want me to. You just took me by surprise there with the—” My voice breaks off because what am I going to say—with the ass-biting? With your scary monster face?

He doesn’t wait for me to finish anyway. He’s already slipped the eye mask around my head and is adjusting the strap.

Alrighty then. Guess he’s not big on talking things out.

Then I’m being flipped again, now to my back.

Everything’s happening so suddenly, I’m not prepared when his weight comes down on me and his mouth suctions on my right breast.

I—

Wait, he’s just going to—

To jump in like this— I mean, what—

I blink underneath the blindfold, my eyelashes fluttering madly against the silk fabric of the mask.

I don’t—

I mean, I just—

That feels—

A high-pitched breathy little gasp escapes my throat.

And then I’m mortified. What the hell was that?

He’s going to think that I—