"Here it is." Beau could barely suppress his proud smile as he unlocked the door to his new house. 

I stepped through the door and inhaled the scent of fresh paint. The windows were all open and the faint buzz of bees was the only sound outside but for the whisper of the wind through the pines. I turned in a slow circle, taking in the exposed wooden beams, the clean white walls and the deep, river stone hearth at the other end. The only furniture was a few scattered chairs and an out of place rug. "Wow," I said, and my voice echoed off the empty walls. "It's so big!"

"Lots of room for guests," Beau said as he pressed his hand gently to my lower back. "Let me show you the deck." 

I let him lead me through the huge, high-ceilinged room and out through a sliding glass door. Out on the wide deck, the sun was beating down on us until Beau grinned and set a rusty wheel on the wall to creaking. A faded awning unfurled from its hiding place along the front of the house. "That's handy," I said and turned to look out over the front lawn. It swooped down to a reed-choked fishing pond. Behind that, tall woods rose up to scrape the blue sky. The sun was dipping lower now. "You've got a west view," I realized. 

Beau came over and slid his hand around my waist. I sighed against him, resting my head on his shoulder. I could feel his voice rumbling in his chest before he spoke. "We can watch a lot of sunsets here," he said, turning to press a kiss to the top of my head. 

"You and Finn?"

"You and me." He pulled me around so I was facing him. I rested my cheek against his chest and listened to the slow thump of his heart. "You're going to be over here a lot."

"I am?" The thought thrilled me down to my toes. 

"Rachel." He leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine. The way I loved, where his eyes were everything that mattered. "I've been thinking a lot."

"Me too."

"No, I wanted to tell you that—"

"I'm heading out now, k?" 

I jumped back when the door creaked. I hadn't even known that Finn was still here and by the expression on his face, neither had Beau. "Yeah sure," he answered through gritted teeth. He looked so crestfallen that a traitorous laugh bubbled up from my stomach and escaped out the side of my mouth with a snort. 

Beau grinned and looked back at me. "Are you—"

"I'm not laughing at you. I'm just—"

"What?" He twirled me around so my back was to the warm outside wall of the house. I heard the glass door swish closed as Finn made his escape, but Beau didn't even glance away. He kept his eyes on me. 

I licked my lips. "You made a funny face."

"I make you laugh?" He brushed his lips against mine. "I’m glad," he said against my neck. "But I'd rather be making you scream."

I gasped when he slid the door open and then swept me into his arms. "Beau?" 

"I had a new bed delivered already." His grin made my heart beat faster. "It's all ready for—"

"For?" I was panting. I couldn't say it. I needed him to.

He knew it. He knew me. As I tumbled backward onto his wide bed, he asked me. "You, Rachel." He kissed me. Long and slow until I was gasping and arching up into him. "Are you ready?"

There was no more thought. No more worry. No. I loved him, and I wanted to show it. "I'm ready."

"I'm going to be so good to you, angel."

"I know." I did know. "I trust you, Beau." 

I wanted to say more, but it was swallowed in a moan. Somehow, in the past few moments, he'd lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it away, unfastened my bra with the same deft quickness and now his lips were on my breast. "Oh my God," I groaned as the warmth of his tongue slipped over my nipple. The warmth spread out, melting me into a puddle, and then he nipped lightly with his teeth. The jolt sparked across my skin, making me sizzle. 

"Are you good?" He wound my braid around his fist and used it to tug my head to the side, exposing my neck.

"Do that again."

He chuckled. "This?" He nibbled at my earlobe. 

"No at my..." I swallowed and steeled myself to say the word. "My breast."

"Your tit?"

I turned and saw he was grinning evilly. I licked my lips. "Bite my left tit, Beau," I commanded, relishing the strange taste of the word in my mouth. "Fucking bite it."

His eyes went wide. "Fuck me," he murmured and bent to do exactly what I'd asked. 

The sharp pain melted into the most delicious heat. I moaned again. "Other one."

"You're killing me." The strain in his voice made me shiver and then I yelped when he nipped and sucked at my right... tit. "God, Rachel. Tell me you're ready. Tell me again."

"I'm ready." I swallowed and then grinned. "Beau."

"Yes. Yes angel, yes." 

The words came out with no hesitation. "Fuck me, Beau."

It was like a tether stretched to its limit suddenly snapped. Like a dam filled to capacity suddenly burst. Three words holding everything back suddenly giving way. I felt the strangest sliding inside of me, like I was being fundamentally rearranged from the inside out. I wondered if I was even me anymore because I didn't recognize the biting, sucking, kissing woman who was tearing at Beau's closed like she was possessed by Satan himself. I barely knew who I was as I yanked his jeans down below his hips and nearly swallowed his cock whole. I didn't know who it was that laid back and spread my legs and let Beau bury his face between my legs. 

But I liked her. 

I liked being her. 

Beau grunted as his tongue found my center, my... pussy. "You're so wet already," he groaned, almost like it pained him. "God, Rachel, you taste so..."

"I want to know."

He drew back and looked at me. Me, it was me who said those words. Neither one of us could believe it. "Kiss me," Beau ordered. 

I sat up and pressed my lips to his. "Is that what I taste like?" I asked. 

"So sweet." He slipped his hand between my legs and rubbed until he had me gasping, then brought his fingers to my lips. "Lick, right here." His eyes went wide when I did. "You're fucking amazing." His voice broke in a rasping growl. He seized my braid again and held it tight in his fist while the other hand returned to the place between my legs. "Angel, I don't want to hurt you," he said, watching me carefully. "So I want you to come for me. Can you do that for me? Can you come right on my fingers.? Yes. Right like that, oh my God I love how you watch me. Keep your eyes right here, angel."

I could feel him moving, but whatever he was doing was lost in the waves of sensation that were coursing through me from his fast moving fingers.

"Right like that."

I gasped, my chest hitched.

"Right, just like that, just like that, come for me, Rachel, oh God. You're coming, you are, oh fuck, I can feel you!"

I screamed and the world shattered right as a hot, bright burst of pain flashed and then melted away. 

I looked down and saw that Beau was inside of me. "Oh my God."

"Shh," he murmured, stroking my hair. "I'm right here. This is as far as I'm going to go," he soothed as I gritted my teeth against the impossible fullness. "Even though I have to tell you it's killing me. You feel so good, angel."

"I do?" The thought emboldened me, and I was filled with the urge to start moving. I arched my hips, gasping when he sank into me even deeper and his eyes went wide and then narrowed. "Is that good too?" I wondered. 

My answer was his growl. He cradled me backward until I was on my back and he was over me, and even though I was vulnerable to him now, I felt so much power when I saw the way his face contorted in pleasure.

"Only just..." he gasped as he moved, the tiniest of strokes.

I inhaled sharply and he sank all the way inside of me, right up to the hilt.

"Fuuuck." His eyelids fluttered, beautiful dark lashes shadowing the hazel. "I want to fuck you right like this, Rachel." His hips jerked as his muscles quivered with the strain of holding back. "But baby girl, if I do, it's going to be too much for you. I want you to be on top of me." 

I gasped as he bent down and rolled us as one and suddenly I was the one looking down on him. I froze in place, hardly believing the position I was in. Chosen women weren't in charge. That wasn't how we were raised. We were raised to be helpful and provide solace to our husbands and -

"Ride me," Beau said with a gasp. His hands brushed up to my waist and then down to cup my buttocks. He lifted me once, just to show me what to do. And I suddenly remembered. 

I wasn't a Chosen woman anymore. 

I was Beau's woman.