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.

chest puff in happiness that I had caused that sound to leave

it skimmed over my mark on her skin. Her soft,

mark, and her hips pushed off the wall until they were

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 wrinkles in the

She gasped as I dropped my mouth back down and nibbled on the sensitive and raw mark on her neck. The raised pink skin was still

placed my mark on her. The instant orgasm drove me wild. I had used my tongue, my cock, and my mark to

to witness my crude actions. But even then, I had the feeling from the way Natalie’s eyes would occasionally trail down the hall

the most gorgeous woman on this planet, I didn't want anyone to see her naked but me. It was hard enough having my people witness her in her skin-tight yoga pants and tank

and over her everywhere she went. Even a few of the women would be

and 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

I did, but wouldn't be able

wasn't taboo, but she wasn't ready for

angered me. I wanted to claim her in front of everyone. I wanted to show off how fucking responsive and submissive she was to me. But I knew right after, I would want to kill everyone around us for laying their

was better for my mental sanity and their want to live

making her scream loud enough in private that the entire

the top of her tank top. Her eyes were locked on me as my nail elongated, and the black, beastly claw sliced easily through the fabric from her breasts down to her belly

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 so only I could see her exposed skin, and I pulled back, bending down

Fuck, she tasted sweet.

I glanced up as I gently nibbled on

my thumbs dipped into the front

watching you squirm," I whispered against her chest as I moved overt© the other breast. The fabric