The Beast And The Blessed

Forty-Five: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

Getting the news that Joselin was preparing to summon the council had me on edge. If the vampires found out, they would know that they had the upper hand. They would know that we were struggling.

Even worse, if the witches on the council had turned on us, we could be bringing in the enemy.

It was exactly what we wanted to avoid, but I had to trust that Joselin knew what she was doing. She was cautious and hated to call upon them if she didn't have to. Of all the people in the world, she hated them the most.

It would take time for them to arrive. As much as I wished they could just pop in, very few witches had that ability. There had only been a few who had that level of strength.

Between her power and loyalty, having Joselin take over as the royal advisor was a no-brainer. The fact that she was my best friend just made the decision that much easier.

I looked up from my computer as my office door was shoved open. The anger of being disrupted so disrespectfully melted away as quickly as it had appeared as my little mate walked in with her head held high. Tobias reached in quietly and closed the door after her, giving us our privacy.

Her big doe-eyes sparkled with determination, and her pink lips pushed out as she seemed to be contemplating what she wanted to say. I pushed my chair back and patted my thigh, praying that she was here for more than just a conversation.

"We are soulmates, right?" She asked, and I fell against the back of my chair as I watched her, my arm falling on the rest as my eyes scanned her over.

"Yes."

She let out a breath before biting her lip. There was nothing about it that signaled she was trying to seduce me by doing so. She seemed nervous. But from the twitch in my pants, it was still having an effect.

’I am going to be your queen?”

My head tilted to the side as an uncontrollable smile stretched across my face at the thought. I couldn't wait to have her ruling by my side officially, for the entire world to know that she was my one.

”Yes." 'You said I smelled like a wolf, so I just need something to help trigger my shift, right?"

My smile fell as my eyebrows pulled together. "Yes, my mate. What has you so bothered?"

My arm lifted again instinctively, and Natalie stared at me for a second longer before she let out a sigh and walked around my desk. All of the noise in my head fell quiet at her touch as she sat across my lap sideways.

The attack, the impending war, and the petty trouble among my people that I was trying to balance and take care of were locked in a box and shoved to the back of my mind.

"You've been distant the past few days, ever since you let me see you in your Lycan form. I know you've been busy, but I just wanted to make sure that we were okay because I wanted to talk to you about something." I could hear the insecurity in her voice, and I knew without her saying that she was worried that I was shutting down on her again.

Little did she know that I had already given myself to her, and she had already imprinted herself on my heart. It was hers. All of it, and all of me. I wasn't going to change my mind now. She was stuck with me.

I looked over her face, before deciding that now was as good a time as any to have this addressed. "You were scared of me."

Her jaw dropped open, and her eyes widened as she let out a laugh. "I was not scared!" "I could smell it! Before I walked away, you smelled of fear." I looked away from her with my teeth clenched together. I didn't want her to see just how much it was eating away at my soul. But her continued laughter, while beautiful, was frustrating.

look her way until she pinched my chest. I turned to glare at her, but she opened her mouth to

become used to me in that form. We'll work through it." I said, wrapping my arm around her

I felt my heart drop. I had already begun compromising for her. I had given up precious time in my days when I should be working to make sure

lip, and I reached up and used my thumb to pull it free from her teeth. "I was actually thinking about what would happen if we had done stuff with you like that. Then I realized how sharp your nails were, and it freaked

turned an ever darker red, her forehead joining in until

me still?"

consumed me as I gaped

her back to my chest. "You were just a bit harrier than normal, and your face had only partially shifted... Oh, come on! I feel so embarrassed now! Nothing is going to happen when you're like that! It was

at her. She was right that nothing would happen in that form. It didn't mean that I hadn't thought about it too. But the chance of me hurting her was so much higher and not something

to talk to me about then, my mate?" I asked, my fingers finding the skin of her hip where her shirt had ridden up during her wiggling, and I began

that I hadn't had time to shave. I leaned forward, unable to resist tasting her soft flesh after not having her for several days. Now that I knew what was going through

I first brought her here, I still felt like I had a

her gasping my name and moaning for me as I made her cum until she couldn't breathe. I wanted to satisfy her to the point that all

there. Her hands tightened around my biceps as she turned to press

and looked at her, I knew we would have to come back to it. She needed a

lifting her jaw with my

desire as she licked her lips. She was just as turned on, if not more. "I was hoping you would

dug into my shoulder at my confession, and I leaned in to steal a kiss. She pressed against me eagerly, her body twisting as she adjusted herself. I groaned in

"I promised myself that I wouldn't leave here until I talked to you." "And if I don't want you to leave?" My hands gripped her hips tightly as I ground against her. Her eyes widened before rolling back as she gasped in pleasure. I could smell her arousal, and wanted nothing more than to please my mate. "Would you like to talk now, or

I fucked her

her hips began to

flashed over her face. But she did as I

down at my lap before swallowing and

"Good girl."

curves on her body were fucking perfect, and I stood behind her. My hands cupped her ass, squeezing it hard until she gasped before letting them slide under her shirt and up her sides slowly. She shivered as I reached her arms, moving under them

against my shoulder as I pulled the pad of her bra down. She rubbed her ass against me, and I began to pinch and

smelled fucking fantastic as I leaned down to whisper in her ear, and watched with pride as goosebumps rose along her chest. "I have been dreaming about this, right here, since the day

head turned, wanting me to explain, but I bit her earlobe before pulling away, much to

enjoying this just as much as I was as she spun to face me. She started with her top, and I followed the fabric. I wanted

bra was next, and my hands tightened into fists at my sides as I resisted the urge to touch her. Her pebbled nipples were calling to me, begging me to put one in my

I fucking loved

going to take over. I

moment to examine her. She was the sexiest creature I had

against hers as I walked her back to my desk until her bare thighs pressed against the edge. She trembled as I whispered in her ear, and I could smell her arousal

me. You take my orders so well." "Yes," she whispered absently as her eyes stayed locked on my lips, but I had other plans for her. I reached around her, swiping the papers to

"Turn back around, baby."

her shoulder blades with the other until her chest was pressed against the cold, polished wood

and eyed her. She was so fucking perfect. I could see her wetness glistening in the light, ready for me to take her. I

I looked forward