The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 49

Forty-Nine: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

I was killing time, completely restless. I had already planned a celebration dinner to be ready for when Heath and Nolan were released. It was important to me that the pack see that they are alive and well. But since they were going to still be restrained for the next few days and then under personal guard, I figured it would be best to wait until they were fully back among the people in two weeks.

They were a symbol that we would persevere. Those blood suckers would not take us down without a fight.

Reading had held my interest for a very short while until I came to the conclusion that I had absolutely no retention of the information and that I would have to reread it all again later. My mind was trapped, stuck on one thing and one thing only. My mate.

For a moment, I had considered destroying our bedroom just so I would have something to clean to keep my mind and body occupied. Our staff did an incredible job though, and I would have felt guilty for messing it up when they worked so hard day after day to keep every room neat and organized.

I had showered, shaved my legs, and trimmed the already short hairs on my pussy. I applied lotion to every part of my body that I could reach. Then, I pulled on my best black lace panties and bra. The lack of padding told me that whoever picked this out when they went clothes shopping for me upon my arrival, had not intended it to be for regular day wear.

Not with the fact that the anticipation of what was to come had my nipples hard and tight, visibly poking out of the fabric. It would be wildly inappropriate for me to wear it when being among the people and letting them all get a good look at my nipples through my shirt. Any time I was around Killian, I seemed to react instantly. So there was no doubt in my mind that everyone would get an eyeful of me.

No, this was lingerie at its finest, and I was positive it cost a few hundred dollars at the least. The expensive fabric wasn't rough like the cheap pair of lace I had as a teenager. This was delicate and soft. It felt like I was pulling on silk, silk that could rip at the slightest amount of resistance.

It was see-through as well, something that I paused in front of the mirror to enjoy. My body had become more toned as I continued my training. When I looked at myself, for the first time, I wasn't embarrassed and tearing myself down by picking out my flaws.

I was enjoying myself as I scanned over the woman standing in the mirror and made an effort to find features that I thought Killian would like.

I knew he would love the panties. Being able to see through them was erotic. He loved being between my legs, whether it was his cock, his face, or his hand. On multiple occasions, I felt ready to cum just by the look in his eyes when he moved between my legs and took in a deep breath, licking his lips when he saw my wetness coating my pussy, on the verge of dripping down my thighs.

But it was the dainty way my waist pulled in and my newly toned thighs that I imagined him spending time on. His large and rough hands would grab and rub the areas, gripping me tightly as he pulled me closer to him or nibbled and licked as he made his way down my body.

My breasts were tight and round as goosebumps from my arousal had them perking up, ready for him to take one in his hot mouth and suck and bite on them until I was wiggling beneath him begging for release, begging for him to fuck me. Then again, he had made it clear in the office that morning. We wouldn't be fucking at all. He would be making love to me.

But he wasn't here, so I resisted the urge to cup my own breasts and pinch my nipples. I resisted sliding my hand down between my legs, even though I knew just how to work myself to cum within seconds. There was no doubt that if I reached down, I would find myself slick and wet. It would be so easy to get myself off instantly with how worked up I was just thinking about him.

No, the only person who would be bringing me to orgasm tonight would be my mate. Then he would mark me, and I would be his.

At first, I was leaning against the closed balcony doors while I waited. I had bent one leg with my heel against the wall, and my hands gently resting on my body with my fingers flat against my warm skin. One was on my hip, and the other was on my collarbone with my pinky gently pulling at the lace bra.

When I felt utterly ridiculous after a few minutes, I gave up on that and turned the armchair that looked out over the balcony until it was fully facing the entrance to our room. I sat on it with my legs spread, up on the balls of my feet as I had seen in magazines. Although, those women weren't wearing such little clothing. My arms were holding the edge of the seat between my legs, and my chest was pushed forward as I tried to gaze seductively at the door, waiting for his entrance.