The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 64

Sixty-Four: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

The cave felt cool compared to the warm air outside, and I ducked my head to enter the small space. There was a pathway leading in further, and Killian huffed in his Lycan form as his head brushed against the top of the opening.

As the light faded from the entrance of the cave, I reached forward, placing my hand on his lower back. Killian shivered at my touch, looking over his shoulder briefly before continuing forward.

My other hand trailed along the dirt and rock wall, and I gasped when a pointed object that was protruding from the wall sliced the inside of my ring finger. "Ah!"

I yanked my hand back, holding my fingers in a fist to my chest as Killian stopped walking. I could feel the hot liquid running down my palm from the incision.

"Are you okay, mate?" He turned around, hunching his shoulders in to avoid scraping against the walls as he lifted my hand. I wasn't sure how clearly he was able to see the injury. The only thing I could see was his glowing red eyes. But he growled as I opened my hand, and his tongue slid over the injured flesh.

"Yes," I whispered, in awe of the feeling he invoked in me. Even in his current state, I was wildly attracted to him.

It must have been the magic in the air. As soon as his tongue flicked against my skin, I was ready to have him throw me against the jagged wall and fuck me. I knew he could feel it too. His other claw moved up to intertwine with my hair, pulling my head up. My injured hand landed on his large chest as his nose pressed against my neck, and his tongue ran over my mark.

"Mh," I moaned as his body shook.

"You are making it very hard not to shift back and claim you before the Goddess." He growled, and I shivered in response. We both knew it wasn't a good idea, but my hand slid down his chest anyway, my fingers dipping over each muscle and scar on his torso.

I knew without a doubt that he would claim me again. I needed him too. One last time before I tried to shift. If I didn't make it through the shift, I wanted something to remember him by and something for him to remember me by.

The cool air around us turned hotter, and I groaned as his tongue touched my mark again. Only this time, it felt cold as if he had just had a sip of ice water before touching me.

He pulled back suddenly, and I panted, grabbing his arms to steady myself as beads of sweat formed on my forehead. "You're burning up. We need to get you inside."

My disappointment was washed away as my body turned on me. My hands grabbed at my chest as the familiar pain from last night stabbed through my heart.

I let out a scream as Killian grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. I stumbled behind him, my shoulders bouncing off the walls, getting torn up by whatever rocks were sticking out.

"No," I shouted as I cried, not wanting to go further into the cursed cave. ’ No!"

"It'll help you turn. It'll be okay. It's going to work. I know it! You'll be okay!" He said firmly, but it sounded as though he was trying to convince himself rather than me.

My eyes frantically flickered about the room as the tunnel began to grow bright. I could see the crystal shards sticking out of the walls, and fought against every fiber in my being that was screaming at me to run and trailed after Killian.

My free hand grabbed at my chest, while the other remained in his grasp. The entrance to the cave opened before us, and I blinked rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the bright cavern.

"Deep breath," Killian's deep animalistic voice called out, but my lungs didn't want to pull in air as the magic in the air threatened to drown me. ’ Deep breath. It will go away soon, I promise."

The walls of the enclosure were bright and colorful. Crystals and gems of all sizes stuck out of the dirt, most only exposing small sections of color. The rest were dirty and hidden, hidden behind their unpolished coating. Joining them was a vast display of moonflowers.

The white blooms were on display even though it was daytime, and I recoiled further from the wall. Moonflowers were toxic to humans, and while I knew I was not fully human, the idea of being surrounded by them terrified me enough that I couldn't enjoy the beauty.

There was a bubbling section of water that was crystal clear as it splashed and steamed like an active hot tub. A small stream ran from it across the room and disappeared under the wall.

Several tunnels could be seen around the wall of the cave, no doubt leading to a dead end, and the top of the cave opened up to the sky. Even without the moon, I could understand why they referred to it as the Sanctum of Light. The sun had already passed over the top of the cave, and yet, there were no shadows.

It was as if each flower and crystal put off its own glow.

But the divine beauty of the space did nothing to stop the pain. As I leaned further into Killian's side, he pulled me to the middle of the cavern. The heat grew stronger, and my bones ached. This was nothing like my heat, nor was it like the night before when I had thought I was shifting during my coronation.

It was so much worse.