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.

stumbled behind him, my shoulders bouncing off the walls, getting torn up by

to go further into the

to work. I know it! You'll be okay!" He said firmly, but it

crystal shards sticking out of the walls,

my chest, while the other remained in his grasp. The entrance to the cave opened before us, and I blinked rapidly as

the magic in the air threatened to drown me.

exposing small sections of color. The rest were dirty and hidden, hidden behind their unpolished coating.

Moonflowers were toxic to humans, and while I knew I was not fully human,

like an active hot tub. A small stream ran from it across

opened up to the sky. Even without the moon, I could understand why they referred to it as the Sanctum

flower and crystal put off its

to stop the pain. As I leaned further into Killian's side, he pulled me to the middle of the cavern. The heat grew stronger, and

was so much

looked up at Killian as the tears fell faster, and my breathing became harder. How was I supposed to

had me letting out a scream, and Killian slowly lowered me down to the ground. My hands gripped his furry forearms tightly. My nails dug

been right. This place, whatever it was, was triggering my shift. I

as my thigh twitched and my bone felt like it

seen anyone struggling so hard to shift, nor had

mouth as Killian pulled back and looked around us as

out as I felt the

is it, mate." Killian cheered, his hand hovering over my cheek as

The overwhelming pressure in my mind told me that my wolf wasn't alone. Whatever was fighting her for control was still at the surface. I didn't care what it was, and I

do nothing but lay with my cheek against the ground and pray to the Goddess for mercy. My lungs were barely working, and I knew if I

so often to get me to look up at him. But I couldn't even hold my gaze up. It took

my mother felt before she