The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 55

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.

her back was against the wall. A smile fell over her perfect fucking lips, teasing me, taunting

puff in happiness that I had caused that sound to leave her. ”Did you have a good

nose found her neck, and I groaned as it skimmed over my mark on her skin. Her soft, delicate

wall until they were pressed against me

hands grabbed my white dress shirt in response. Her small fists were sure to leave

remember how good you taste.” 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

wild. I had used my tongue, my cock, and my mark

my crude actions. But even then, I had the feeling from

want anyone to see her naked but me. It was hard enough having my people witness her in her skin-tight yoga pants and

everywhere she went. Even a few of the women would

me, during the next mating mixer, I would take her to the center of the room and claim her for all to

her, just as I did, but

my people wouldn’t mind. Fucking in public wasn’t taboo, but she wasn’t ready for that, and I didn’t want to

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 eyes

really was better for my mental sanity and their want to live for

that the entire pack could hear her. And

the top of her tank top. Her eyes were locked on me as my

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 with my hands on her hips to grab a nipple

Fuck, she tasted sweet.

glanced up as I gently nibbled on

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