The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 69

Sixty-Nine: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

I could feel it. The sadness and panic pumped through our mate bond. It was subtle, almost muffled. But it was there.

It was the first thing that I had felt from Killian since I shifted. The fact that it came through at all told me that he was hurting tremendously.

I placed the towel on the counter, my damp hair hanging down and soaking into my shirt as my hand moved up to grab my chest as it grew more intense.

Killian.

I stumbled toward the bathroom door needing to get to him, pulling it open at the same time that the bedroom door slammed shut, and my mate marched toward me. There was no second thought as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist as he picked me up and held me to him tightly.

The pain etched into his face, and the water lining his eyes made my heart shatter. He shoved his nose against my neck as he breathed in deeply, and I tightened my hold on him, wanting him to be impossibly closer so I could take his pain away.

But all I could do was hold him as he tried to steady himself. Watching and feeling my strong king and mate breaking made me feel like my insides were being ripped clean from my body, and I didn't know how to make it better.

"I've got you," I whispered, and his arms tightened around my waist. "You're okay. I've got you."

been melting more and more each day, and I had been worried for the day that he would finally

that was pumping through his body

flesh hanging in strips from my back, I had never felt this kind of pain. My pain had almost always been physical. Killian's was emotional, and that was something

body grew rigid as he swallowed, but he didn't

I nodded even though I was thoroughly confused. "You're mine.

before was trying to force its way forward as he pushed his

my lips. I accepted it greedily, kissing him back with everything I had, wanting to show him how much I loved him...wanting to tell him that everything was going

to him by the back of my head before he ripped his

in his words made my heart clench." Say you won't leave

what had caused this. But my need for information was far less important than his need for comfort. ’ I won't

seemed happy with what he saw there, and he pulled me back

gently on the bed. His touch

he wanted to worship me. His large and calloused hands trailed

taking every gasp and moan I let out as he began to grind

trailed them across my jaw and down my neck, leaving butterfly kisses

licking and kissing

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