The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel 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.

Natalie let out a squeal of surprise as I grabbed her hips and spun her around until her back was against the wall. A smile fell over her perfect fucking lips, teasing me, taunting me as her tongue came out to wet them.

"Hello/ she giggled, and I felt my chest puff in happiness that I had caused that sound to leave her. ''Did you have a good day?"

My nose found her neck, and I groaned as it skimmed over my mark on her skin. Her soft, delicate skin. 'Interestingly enough, now that I have you in my arms, I don't remember anything about my day."

My tongue ran over her mark, and her hips pushed off the wall until they were pressed against me as she moaned. "What do you remember?"

Her soft voice asked teasingly as the smell of her desire welcomed me to press closer to her. My teeth nipped at her ear lobe, and her hands grabbed my white dress shirt in response. Her small fists were sure to leave wrinkles in the fabric, but I had no plans to keep this shirt on any longer than I had to.

"I 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 healing from the several times I sank my teeth in last night. But that wouldn't stop me from doing it again.

Natalie had thoroughly enjoyed it, cumming each time I placed my mark on her. The instant orgasm drove me wild. I had used my tongue, my cock, and my mark to bring her to the point of tears last night as she came for me. And then...she would ask for more.

I would give her everything that I had. I pressed my cock against her stomach, rubbing 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 occasionally trail down the hall that it excited her to potentially be caught.

While I knew for a fact that she 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 that I had several times.

I knew they thought about her and pictured her. They were respectful, but their eyes would trail after her and 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 was mine.

One of my dreams would never come true though. I understood why and decided never to bring it up to Natalie. But if she would let 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 mine as they watched me fuck her senselessly before sinking my teeth into her mark and get to witness the glory of her unraveling for me.

They would all worship her, just as I did, but wouldn't be able to touch her.