The Beast & His Beauty Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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The beast snarls in protest. If she’d caught sight of my appearance, she would have run. She would have fought.

My dick hardens at the thought of her fighting me. A deep groan of desire leaves me, and my perversion threatens to get the best of me. Fuck. I want that fight willingly. I want her to know that I will take her when she pushes me. I want her to want to fight me so I’ll fuck her ruthlessly.

I want it. I want her. I always get what I want.

My anger subsides as I realize I can offer her whatever she’d like. I may be a beast, but there are certain amenities I can offer. She can be available to me. Subservient and willing. I’ll have to train her, but I can have her. The thought brings back my hope. I don’t need the curse to be broken to have her. I simply need to find out what she desires most. I need to know what brought her here. The beast’s chest rumbles in agreement, and he begs me to search her out and bring her back here for us.

It’s been months since I’ve had her and I’m tired of fighting the beast. I need her just as much as he does. I will find her and lure her back here. I grin as I realize it will be easy to find her. After all, the beast has marked her and his magic pumps through her veins. The beast may have claimed her as his, but this time she’s mine.

THE PRINCE AND THE BEAST

In the two decades that I’ve been condemned inside these stone walls, I’ve stared out of this window to the point of being pathetic. The chill in the air is cold enough that my breath is creating a fog, destroying my view. I scowl as my palm wipes away the offending haze. I don’t know why I waste my time bothering with it. With imagining what used to be and what could have been.

My fisted, calloused hand rests on top of the frame and I lean my forearms against the cold glass, finally resting my head and closing my eyes in an attempt to reclaim my memory. This is the only window in the tallest tower that has a view of the village.

It’s been so long, I barely remember the paths in the village, and they may have possibly changed. To plan the best route to take, I need to remember as much as I possibly can. Although the dark mist that plagues my existence makes it difficult, I can, at times, see the properties in the distance. I’ve looked out with longing these past years when the loneliness has overridden the anger of betrayal. Wanting to venture past the woods and set foot on the land that used to be welcoming and eager for my presence.

Today, there is no use in looking. Not a damn thing is visible from the tower. Not that I would be able to see her. There’s no way I could possibly discern the tiny moving specks of humanity from this distance. It doesn’t matter; determination sets deep in my soul. I’ll leave tonight, regardless, plan or no plan. I must have her tonight. My need to see her tempting curves, hear her panting, and feel her tremble in my arms again consumes my very being. I’m obsessed with the way her lips parted in ecstasy at my touch. I dream of the tender and soft moans that escaped those lush lips. But all of it is just a memory or a dream—nothing more.

My fist pounds against the frame in anger. The crack of the wood splintering beneath the blow fuels my rage. The rumble in my chest makes me aware that the beast is in agreement.

We must find her.

I’m determined to have her in my grasp. Luring my little beauty back to the castle may be difficult. I’ll have to hide in the shadows and mist to avoid being seen. My hope is to find her asleep and use the magic of the roses to lead her to the castle in her dreams.

The magic is never on my side, but it craves her too. It desires her here. It must help me.

Tonight I will venture out into the dark and find her. I’ll let the beast take control of this hunt since his mark will easily lead him to her. A low growl rumbles in my chest and I narrow my eyes. He will have control.

I don’t care for the lack of control, but it is the fastest way. There are only so many hours of darkness. I only hope his desire to have her is greater than his need for revenge against the village. I strum my fingers against the splintered frame, then let the fleshy tips run along the rough, cracked wood.


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