In the Arms of the Beast by K.A. Merikan

He wouldn’t have to share Laurent so soon after the wedding. His life wouldn’t have to change so abruptly. The search for a surrogate could have taken years, which would have given Beast time to adjust to the thought of being a father. If the issue of children came up at some point in the future, they would have at least known whether their world was doomed or not. Beast would’ve been ready to do pretty much anything for a chance to wash his teeth in a steamed-up room while Laurent talked to him about the book he was reading.īut a nasty voice at the back of his head whispered that none of this craziness would have happened if it wasn’t for the egg. To their apartment, to their bedroom, and even to that damn bathtub. One that could actually help them make some progress and pull Laurent back where he belonged. Would he? Would Beast unload his anger on Laurent? It wasn’t even a question of strength and size inequality, because Laurent seemed fearless, but arguing with him was so counterproductive.īeast needed a different approach. But there were no volunteers for him to vent his anger on, so Laurent would be getting the brunt of it.īeast slowed down, holding on to that thought. A part of him wished for a poor soul to stop him over some petty bullshit. Beast clenched his fists and stormed out of the garage. What’s the fucking job?”Įnough was enough. “Really? Sounds like this one friend of mine.”īeast stepped back, because if Knight remained within reach, he might have lost it. Knight actually had the guts to snort while meeting Beast’s gaze. He might do something that exposes him, or do something reckless, because he thinks he always knows better.” I don’t make him report to me.”īeast’s head was already pulsing with an upcoming ache. Elliot does nothing without consulting you first.” “Better get down from that high horse before I throw you off it.

“I should have asked you if I was allowed to help him get a job? Really? Do you even hear yourself?”īeast’s jaw muscles ached when his teeth ground together in fury. Knight moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something without Beast hearing it, before meeting Beast’s gaze. There wasn’t even a drop of guilt in Knight’s expression, and Beast wouldn’t hesitate to call him out on it. Knight rolled his eyes and sucked on his upper teeth in a way so infuriatingly dismissive Beast wanted to drag him by all that perfect hair that had never been touched by male-pattern baldness. “He couldn’t have gotten any job if he didn’t have help. The smell of gasoline, metal, and oil that he knew so well were suddenly potent and choking. “We’re a couple of miles from town,” Beast roared, heartbeats from shoving Knight at the tool cabinet behind him.

Knight seemed a bit stiffer than usual when he offered Beast a close-mouthed smile. “Job? What job? What the hell are you talking about?”

In the Arms of the Beast by K.A. Merikan