The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

Whip It

Warnings: Smut.....that's what this is....

But please someone remind me why I wanted to write this.....

The demon/beast (Dwayne) X Reader (Beauty)

Beast stalks around in the shadows of our shared dream.

From the moment I first dreamt of him, he has never revealed himself. Sometimes I glimpse shadows of his form, but never anything more. I know he isn't normal or human. Whenever he brushes against me or runs his claw-like fingernails over my skin, I feel the qualities of an animal.

In the beginning, I thought the creature invading my dreams was a werewolf. I know he's more powerful though, I can feel it. He says he's a demon. That I shouldn't let him into my dreams because he might end up liking me, but I can't bring myself to block him in any way.

"What are you thinking?" Beast asks me, his voice more gruff and growly than it usually is.

My stomach flutters at the noise, desire coiling up inside me when I hear his masculine, primal voice. "You." I tell him honestly.

A low growl reverberates between us and Beast gets closer, the heat of his large form just barely caressing my skin. "You should not say things like that, Y/N."

I shiver as my name rolls off his tongue, sounding different because of his accent - a lilt that makes everything he says arousing, more-so than the huskiness his tone already possesses.

"Why?" I ask. It's almost a game between us. I know why, but I like hearing him speak, and I think he enjoys the subtle challenge.

The air seems to shift and then I feel a burning heat of Beast against my back as he stands just inches behind me. Claws skim my lower back and I'm reminded of my nudity and lust for him. I can feel the wetness trickling down from inside me, and I know Beast can scent it because he's suddenly inhaling loudly. Breathing me in.

"I am a demon." There's an edge in his voice now, hinting at his thin self-control that he always warns me about whenever I try and seduce him.

I look over my shoulder and see his formidable shadow behind me. "Is that such a bad thing?"

Once more the air changes and Beast is suddenly in front of me, the cold marble texture of his skin against mine. His substantial thickness that I know has to be his cock digs into my stomach, hard, bare and just as smooth as his broad torso.

"I am called Beast, Y/N. That is for one simple reason." He growls. His claw-like fingertips cup my face and I push him further into my question. A strained snarl leaves him. "Because when I have little females underneath me, I turn savage."

Uncaring of what might happen, I reach up and touch him for the first time since we started sharing dreams. His soft skin is so starkly different compared to his gruff demeanor.

"Again....is that such a bad thing?"

Beast traces his lips with his fingers and his chest rumbles against me. "Tell me, Y/N, would you trade the bright life you live for a dark one with a demon like me?"

The place between my thighs quivers. The skin of his fingertips seems to stir a deeper need inside me and I swear I feel the roughness of the sharp tips dragging across the slick surface of my pussy.

The answer to his question is simmering just below the surface and yet I can't bring myself to speak it. I know the moment I trade my life, he will finally lose control and ravish me to my limits. Take me over and over for hours upon hours. And as I look into his frenzied gaze, I still can't find a reason that it's a bad thing.

My lips tremble and part as I begin to form my answer. One of his clawed fingertips dips into my mouth, the rough pad circling the tip of my tongue as if he's rubbing the throbbing nub between my legs. When he withdraws it, and wraps his hand around my throat, his grip tight and dominating, I can finally say what my entire body is screaming.

"Yes."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, the world around me disappears and we're suddenly in what I recognize as his home. It's stunning, regal, romantic but nowhere near as captivating as the sight of him standing in the glow of the fire.

Beast's eyes seem to glow with lust, his form shaking as if near the edge of his self-control, and his long, thick cock points straight at me. "Say it again." He growls.

I repeat my answer without hesitation, and then Beast is suddenly on me. I'm pulled against him roughly, his mouth covers mine and as soon as my back hits a mattress, he's parting my thighs.

I prepare myself to be entered roughly and taken savagely as he said, but his cock only rests against my sex, sliding along my swollen clit as he grinds into me. "Why-"

Beast covers my questioning mouth with a sharp-tipped fingernail. "You do not want me to enter you dry." He says in a matter-of-fact tone.

Oh.

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Part 2 is to come right after this. Let me know what you think though.