The Beast And The Blessed

Sixty-Four: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

The cave felt cool compared to the warm air outside, and I ducked my head to enter the small space. There was a pathway leading in further, and Killian huffed in his Lycan form as his head brushed against the top of the opening.

As the light faded from the entrance of the cave, I reached forward, placing my hand on his lower back. Killian shivered at my touch, looking over his shoulder briefly before continuing forward.

My other hand trailed along the dirt and rock wall, and I gasped when a pointed object that was protruding from the wall sliced the inside of my ring finger. "Ah!"

I yanked my hand back, holding my fingers in a fist to my chest as Killian stopped walking. I could feel the hot liquid running down my palm from the incision.

"Are you okay, mate?" He turned around, hunching his shoulders in to avoid scraping against the walls as he lifted my hand. I wasn't sure how clearly he was able to see the injury. The only thing I could see was his glowing red eyes. But he growled as I opened my hand, and his tongue slid over the injured flesh.

"Yes," I whispered, in awe of the feeling he invoked in me. Even in his current state, I was wildly attracted to him.

It must have been the magic in the air. As soon as his tongue flicked against my skin, I was ready to have him throw me against the jagged wall and fuck me. I knew he could feel it too. His other claw moved up to intertwine with my hair, pulling my head up. My injured hand landed on his large chest as his nose pressed against my neck, and his tongue ran over my mark.

"Mh," I moaned as his body shook.

"You are making it very hard not to shift back and claim you before the Goddess." He growled, and I shivered in response. We both knew it wasn't a good idea, but my hand slid down his chest anyway, my fingers dipping over each muscle and scar on his torso.

I knew without a doubt that he would claim me again. I needed him too. One last time before I tried to shift. If I didn't make it through the shift, I wanted something to remember him by and something for him to remember me by.

The cool air around us turned hotter, and I groaned as his tongue touched my mark again. Only this time, it felt cold as if he had just had a sip of ice water before touching me.

He pulled back suddenly, and I panted, grabbing his arms to steady myself as beads of sweat formed on my forehead. "You're burning up. We need to get you inside."

My disappointment was washed away as my body turned on me. My hands grabbed at my chest as the familiar pain from last night stabbed through my heart.

my arm and pulled me forward. I stumbled behind him, my shoulders bouncing off the walls, getting

not wanting to go further into the cursed cave. ’

It's going to work. I know it! You'll be okay!" He said firmly, but it sounded as though he was trying to convince

flickered about the room as the tunnel began to grow bright. I could see the crystal shards sticking out of the walls, and fought against every fiber in my being that was screaming at me to

The entrance to the cave opened

but my lungs didn't want to pull in air as the magic in the air threatened to drown me. ’

all sizes stuck out of the dirt, most only exposing small sections of color. The rest were dirty

to humans, and while I knew I was not fully human,

it splashed and steamed like an active hot

a dead end, and the top of the cave opened up to the sky. Even without the moon, I could understand why they referred to it as the Sanctum of Light. The sun

and crystal

he pulled me to the middle of the cavern. The heat grew stronger, and my bones ached. This was nothing like my heat, nor was it like the night

was so much

the tears fell faster, and my

slowly lowered me down to the ground. My hands

was triggering my shift. I still wasn't certain

my thigh twitched and my bone felt

never seen anyone struggling so hard to shift,

whine of protest left my mouth as Killian pulled back and looked around us as if he were trying to

the bones in

hand hovering over my cheek as if he was

my wolf wasn't too far behind, but there was more to it. The overwhelming pressure in my mind told me that my wolf wasn't alone. Whatever was fighting her for control

body destroyed itself until I could do nothing but lay with my cheek against the ground and pray to the Goddess for mercy. My

silently cried. The energy to scream or beg for my end was gone, and Killian whispered my name every so often to get me to look up at

this how my mother felt before she begged for