Page 10 of The Beast & His Beauty
It is the beast behind me.
Did I come here from the spell? Did the magic lure me in my sleep?
All the questions bombard me as he splays his hand against my stomach, and I relax enough to give in to what he wants.
How the hell did this happen? And what have I done?
My heart beats wildly as his fingers run slowly down my skin, running small circles as he makes his way down past the curve of my hips. His hand moves to my inner thigh, and I instinctively clench my thighs together, preventing him from traveling any farther. I swallow thickly, uncertain how he’ll react.
I’m naked in his bed and I don’t know how or why. My blood rushes through my veins with fear. How can I escape? My eyes search for an exit but even if I found one, my body is frozen in his arms. A low warning growl breathes against my neck as his hand gently squeezes my thigh. His warm tongue licks my shoulder where he bit me, where his mark scarred my skin, and I find myself easing my thighs open for him. A sense of comfort washes over me.
Desire flourishes in the pit of my stomach as my neck arches, giving him access to his mark on me. It’s like falling, like being back on the swing. My hand drifts to lay on top of his. Because that is where it’s meant to be.
My body bows against his and his deep growl vibrates through me. As his licks turn to nips, my heartbeat picks up with excitement. Pure lust surges through my blood. His touch instantly eases every tense muscle in me and my mind is quick to follow, the racing thoughts blurred and muted until there is nothing but him.
I expose my neck to him in complete submission. A deep rumble in his chest vibrates against my back and heats my dampening core. A fire instantly sparks and a need to touch myself overwhelms me. My hand moves to find my release, but his hand captures mine and he nips my earlobe in admonishment.
“Mine.”
THE PRINCE AND THE BEAST
I’m in awe of the power the beast holds over our beauty, over Elle. The magic of his mark is undeniable. I didn’t know how she’d react, but even in my wildest dreams I couldn’t have imagined it’d be this easy. She’s giving herself freely to him. The moment my lips brushed against the crook of her neck and the beast pressed against my chest, there was a shift. Her fear and worries just vanished as I licked his mark, giving in to his need to do so.
As a soft moan slips from her lips, I wonder how long her compliance will last. The beast and I take turns petting her body, although I maintain control of our form. His need to be present is too great for me to take over completely. And, if I’m honest, I enjoy watching his power over her. She’s not in a trance from magic. This is something…different. She’s simply at ease. She trusts him. She really shouldn’t. His intentions with her aren’t moral. But how can I object when I desire the same?
He wars inside of me, desperate to take over, but I hold him back, gritting my teeth and pressing her back against my chest, my hand splayed over her stomach. She’s mine. It may be his mark, he may have power over her and a pull I don’t understand, but she is mine.
It killed me to not strip her down before we got her back to the castle, but the risk was too high to indulge. I waited until her breathing was deep and even before slipping in through the front door. Her window was far too small for my large build. With the beast eager but compliant, I quietly crept into her room and placed the flowers at her cheek. I wasn’t sure how long I should wait so I gave myself a reprieve and watched her swollen breasts rise and fall. I observed a blush run slowly through her chest and up to her cheeks. Her plump red lips parted and she moaned softly. I knew she was dreaming of us, of our touch. With the magic and the pull of the beast, I stole away my beauty with ease.
My dick twitches with need, reminding me I was hard as fuck as I listened to those sweet sounds pouring from her lips as she slept. All I could imagine was pushing my length into her mouth. I want nothing more than to claim every inch of her, in every way my depraved mind can imagine.
As soon as we were within the walls of the castle and had her to ourselves on the bed, the beast became untamable. He obsessed over claiming her; his thoughts came back to the full moon and taking her under it. I’ve never understood the beast or the thoughts he puts in my mind. I swear at times I am crazed by his demands to shift, to run, to claim dominance.
He couldn’t savor the moment as I was. Two decades I’ve been alone with my misery, confined to these walls without a soul and this beast inside of me, but now I have her. We have her. I need her to want my company as much as I want hers. I need her to live for the pleasure I can give her. I stroke myself again thinking about her wanting me—no, needing me.
The beast doesn’t understand subtlety; he doesn’t understand waiting. All he knows is that she is ours.
It was hard to resist giving in to her moans and pleas in her sleep. But I need her to be willing. I want her to truly enjoy the moment I bring her to pleasure time and time again. I want her to arch her back and present herself to me to take her however I’d like. A groan leaves me as she rocks against me slightly, my sweet beauty. I desire surrender from her like I have never felt before.
I lightly stroke her inner thigh and she parts her legs with ease. She moans softly while her head rests against my chest. The rumble of approval comes from the both of us. I crave her submission as much as he does. The beast continues to marvel at the scar on her neck while my eyes and hands roam her delectable body. Her soft pale skin begs to be marked. A wicked grin pulls at my lips. The beast agrees and I suckle her neck to rectify the situation.
I run my hand down her stomach, circling her belly button, then I continue down her body to run the tips of my fingers through the soft, trimmed hair on her pussy, watching for her reaction. Every movement is calculated; I’m careful to keep myself from her sight. She cannot see me or I might frighten her.
The need to observe how she responds to my touch is far too great as I run my fingers past her clit and down to her pussy lips, spreading them gently and dipping inside just enough to get her honey on them. Her eyes stay closed as she’s in utter rapture from my touch. These stolen glances will be branded in my memory, I’m all too sure of it. Heat rises inside of me and my body aches for more.
I drag the moisture back up to her clit and rub circles against the swollen nub. Her head rolls back as she pants, and I can see her parted lips and her hooded eyes. Fucking beautiful. My chest swells with pride. She thrives with my touch. I lick my lips with the need to taste her, but I resist. Fear sweeps over me. She hasn’t agreed to stay, and I won’t let her see me until she does. I need to know she won’t fight for me to keep her before I can bare myself to her. If she denies me, I’m not sure I will be able to contain the beast. Nor do I have any desire to. She is mine. She will submit; it’s only a matter of what it will take to secure her obedience.
Tonight will be for her. I will give her unmatched pleasure until she’s sated. Then I must give her space. I’ll leave her to roam and see all that I have for her here.
The beast stirs in protest, and I hold him back. As my hand stills, fighting for control, our beauty stirs. It’s only then that he’s subdued, his focus on her pleasure.
The plan must work. I will please and sate her, allow her to take in all the castle and the magic can offer, and then she must agree. Only then can she see me.
I’ll have to leave notes for her. That’s the only way I can communicate. Anger swarms in my veins causing the beast to release her neck. Small bruises mark her delicate flesh. Depraved thoughts swarm my mind.
She is trusting of our touch, but how trusting? If I could get her on all fours, I could lap at her from behind without her seeing me. The beast growls in agreement, causing Elle to jump suddenly and her body stiffens.
The pounding of her heart makes it far too obvious that she’s awake.