The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 69

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.

arms tightened around my waist. “You’re okay.

His hard and cold exterior had been melting more and more each day, and I had been worried for the day that he would finally embrace the pain and stress of his reality. The pressure alone was enough to

body and our bond was something I had never

to a pole with the flesh hanging in strips from my back, I had never felt this kind of pain. My pain had almost

shaky breath. His body grew rigid as he swallowed, but he didn’t

me.” He growled, and I nodded even though I was thoroughly confused. “You’re

over his face. The cold mask he had before was trying to force its way forward as he pushed his emotions down, but it was failing to hide

back with everything I had, wanting to show him how much I loved him…wanting to tell him that everything was going to

let out a moan. His hand held me to him by the back of my head before

words

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

before he seemed happy with what he saw there, and

toes, and I gasped as laid me down gently on the bed. His touch was new, invigorating. Making

and he wanted to worship me. His large and calloused hands trailed down to my hips before sliding

wrapped around his neck as he dominated my mouth, taking every gasp and moan I

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

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