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.

back was against the wall. A

she giggled, and I felt my chest puff in happiness that I had caused that sound to

on her skin. Her soft, delicate skin. ‘Interestingly enough, now

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

white dress shirt in response. Her small fists were sure to leave wrinkles in the fabric, but I had

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 healing from the several times I sank my

tongue, my cock, and my mark to bring her to the point of tears last night as

it against her shamelessly. There was no one around us to witness my crude actions. But even then, I had the feeling from the way Natalie’s eyes would

was 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 tops as she worked out. She was a walking wet dream, one

over her everywhere she went. Even a few of the women would be caught admiring her. It only fed my ego and pride that she

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

would all worship her, just as I did, but wouldn’t

wouldn’t mind. Fucking in public wasn’t taboo, but she

me as much as it 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

their want to live for me to keep

with making her scream loud enough in private that

her tank top. Her eyes were locked

hands released my shirt, grabbing the torn fabric and holding it up so only I could

Fuck, she tasted sweet.

up as I gently nibbled on her nipple, watching with satisfaction as her

gasp she let out as my thumbs dipped into the front of