The Beast And The Blessed

Fifty-Five: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

Natalie walked quickly, her damp workout clothes stuck to her body, drawing me in. What had started out as the best day of my life had been soured by my little sister. It put me in such a bad mood that even my guards put more distance between us. I was half tempted to say fuck it to all the work I had to do today and go deal with the bear now.

There was no need to wait for dinner. It would only ruin the meal when I would inevitably spill his blood.

The only thing stopping me was that I knew Natalie would be livid when she heard about it. The damn woman was my heart and in turn, seemed to have become my conscious. I loved and hated it at the same time.

Before her, I would have no qualms about ending a life. Now, I was second- guessing everything. I had two of my people locked up in the dungeons when I previously would have killed them, or at the very least, ripped out their tongues, and a bear wandering around the outside of my city.

The longer I thought about it, the angrier it made me. My skin itched, and I felt uncomfortable as I was consumed by the need to draw blood.

So, I returned to the castle before I gave into temptation and slaughtered and skinned the beast that had tarnished my sister's reputation.

But as soon as I saw the Goddess walking away from me, my mind was silenced. I trailed after her like a lost puppy, enjoying the rhythmic way her body swayed as she strode purposefully to our room. My mate. My Natalie.

Never before had I craved anything more than blood when I was in one of these moods, but seeing her had my mouth watering for something else. I forgot about everything that didn't involve me sinking deep into her and claiming her as mine.

I stormed after her, a man on a mission, catching her in the hallway that led to our room. My guards dispersed as soon as we had reached the castle, and her guards dipped their heads and moved back the way we had come to guard her from the entryway at the end of the hallway.

Natalie let out a squeal of surprise as I grabbed her hips and spun her around until her back was against the wall. A smile fell over her perfect fucking lips, teasing me, taunting me as her tongue came out to wet them.

happiness that I had caused that sound to leave her. ''Did

it skimmed over my mark on her skin. Her soft, delicate skin. 'Interestingly enough, now that I

her mark, and her hips pushed off the wall

smell of her desire welcomed me to press closer to her. My teeth nipped at her ear lobe, and her hands grabbed my white dress shirt in response. Her small fists were sure to leave

dropped my mouth back down and nibbled on the sensitive and raw mark on her neck. The raised pink skin was still healing from the several times

instant orgasm drove me wild. I had used my tongue, my cock, and my mark to bring her to the point of tears last night as she came for me. And then...she

had. I pressed my cock against her stomach, rubbing it against her shamelessly. There was no one around us to witness my crude actions. But even then, I had the feeling from the way Natalie’s eyes would occasionally trail down the hall that it

but me. It was hard enough having my people witness her in her skin-tight yoga pants and tank tops as she worked out. She was a walking wet dream, one that I had several

she went. Even a few of the women would be caught

decided never to bring it up to Natalie. But if she would let me, during the next mating mixer, I would take her to the center of the room and claim her for all to see. They would have no question that she was mine as they watched me fuck her senselessly before sinking my teeth into

all worship her, just as I did, but wouldn't

knew my people wouldn't mind. Fucking in public wasn't taboo, but she wasn't ready for

to claim her in front of everyone. I wanted to show off how fucking responsive and submissive she was to me.

my mental sanity and their want to live for me to

I settled with making her scream loud enough in private that the entire pack could hear her.

feel against me," My finger ran down her collar, over her rapidly rising chest to the top of her tank top. Her eyes were locked on me as my nail

pebbled nipples. Goosebumps covered her chest even though she still had beads of sweat forming and ready to fall from her workout. Her hands released my shirt, grabbing the torn fabric and holding it up

Fuck, she tasted sweet.

moaned, and I glanced up as I gently nibbled on

let out as my thumbs dipped into the front of her pants had my already hard

against her chest as I moved overt© the other breast. The fabric fell from her hands as her fingers laced into my hair, her