The Beast And The Blessed

Forty-Nine: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

I was killing time, completely restless. I had already planned a celebration dinner to be ready for when Heath and Nolan were released. It was important to me that the pack see that they are alive and well. But since they were going to still be restrained for the next few days and then under personal guard, I figured it would be best to wait until they were fully back among the people in two weeks.

They were a symbol that we would persevere. Those blood suckers would not take us down without a fight.

Reading had held my interest for a very short while until I came to the conclusion that I had absolutely no retention of the information and that I would have to reread it all again later. My mind was trapped, stuck on one thing and one thing only. My mate.

For a moment, I had considered destroying our bedroom just so I would have something to clean to keep my mind and body occupied. Our staff did an incredible job though, and I would have felt guilty for messing it up when they worked so hard day after day to keep every room neat and organized.

I had showered, shaved my legs, and trimmed the already short hairs on my pussy. I applied lotion to every part of my body that I could reach. Then, I pulled on my best black lace panties and bra. The lack of padding told me that whoever picked this out when they went clothes shopping for me upon my arrival, had not intended it to be for regular day wear.

Not with the fact that the anticipation of what was to come had my nipples hard and tight, visibly poking out of the fabric. It would be wildly inappropriate for me to wear it when being among the people and letting them all get a good look at my nipples through my shirt. Any time I was around Killian, I seemed to react instantly. So there was no doubt in my mind that everyone would get an eyeful of me.

No, this was lingerie at its finest, and I was positive it cost a few hundred dollars at the least. The expensive fabric wasn't rough like the cheap pair of lace I had as a teenager. This was delicate and soft. It felt like I was pulling on silk, silk that could rip at the slightest amount of resistance.

It was see-through as well, something that I paused in front of the mirror to enjoy. My body had become more toned as I continued my training. When I looked at myself, for the first time, I wasn't embarrassed and tearing myself down by picking out my flaws.

mirror and made an effort to find features that I

legs, whether it was his cock, his face, or his hand. On multiple occasions, I felt ready to cum just by the look in

rough hands would grab and rub the areas, gripping me tightly as he pulled

and suck and bite on them until I was wiggling beneath him begging for release, begging for him to fuck

own breasts and pinch my nipples. I resisted sliding my hand down between my legs, even though I knew just how to work myself to cum within seconds. There was no doubt that if I reached down, I would find myself slick and wet. It would be so easy to get myself off instantly with how worked up I was just

tonight would be my mate. Then he would mark me, and I would

I waited. I had bent one leg with my heel against the wall, and my hands gently resting on my body with my fingers

spread, up on the balls of my feet as I had seen in magazines. Although,

about fifteen minutes before I

and I let out a sigh when I realized it was

and anticipation that was driving me wild. I knew that as soon as he walked in, he would be

my chest and stomach, had my body responding accordingly, and I was thoroughly wet

power the man had

I stretched out across the middle of the bed horizontally. My feet hung over the edge, and I held myself up

a few short hours to have his mark on me. Would he be able to feel it when I touched

that I would be able to feel it if he were being unfaithful, and that