Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
She’s mine!
The beast roars in possessive agreement. Images of the last time I saw him unwillingly flash before my eyes. Anger pulses through my blood. Rage threatens to consume my composure. The beast sees nothing but red. I stare back at the eyes of my former friend, bloodied from my fist pounding into his face. The rancid smell of his fear of death clings to my nostrils. His throat is exposed as he attempts to get out from under me.
No! With my teeth clenched, I shake my head of the memory and force myself to stop this train of thought. The beast must be tamed. Now is not the time for retribution. That’s not what we came for.
Our beauty.
I will the beast to go to her, but his hackles are raised, his primitive anger overwhelming everything else.
My eyes widen and fear spikes through me. Fear of losing her. I can’t afford to push the beast back into hiding without claiming our beauty. Especially not now. Now that I know Crawe has been sniffing around her. I will not lose her! My fists clench at the thought of him touching her. Having his way with her. A snarl rips through my chest and I’ve no idea if it came from the beast or from me.
I urge the beast forward once again, warning him of the potential loss of our beauty. I only need him to find her and then I will force him to surrender to my will. My head shakes as he huffs and snorts. My heart races. I’m not sure if he’s willing to give up his prey for her. Killing Crawe will only give short-lived satisfaction. I’ll still be forced back to the castle. The spell will remain, and the village will still despise and fear me equally. I’ll have my day of retribution, but it will come with time.
Just as the enchantment promised.
I will him to remember her panting desire, the heat of her core, the mark on her shoulder when he bit into her. A low rumble confirms his need to feel her writhing beneath him. I see his desire to claim her, relentlessly pounding into her wet heat from behind with his fangs piercing her skin. Surrendering to his dominance and moaning with desire. I stifle my groan and palm my hardening dick. Fuck, I want her like that as well. Not yet, I remind the beast. First we must get her to the castle.
He scents the air again and ambles toward our beauty’s trail, but I discourage him. Persuading him to walk slowly into the shadows. With a low growl he agrees, and I cautiously let him lead us to her, past the market, through an empty field. For once the two of us are of a single mind. Since this curse bound me to this wretched being, there has never been a moment of harmony until now. A wicked smirk curves my lips up as my hand gentles on the cold brick of the building as we take cautious steps forward.
His heavy steps, made with an uncontained eagerness, are still far too loud for my liking, but we’re hidden in the darkness and the village sleeps unsuspectingly. As we come along a farm with a few horses and sheep, I urge him to go around the carts and make our way to the back. He doesn’t hesitate to ignore my plea.
I don’t have the time to fight with him. I grit my teeth and watch as though I’m not moving along with him. As though we aren’t one being. The beast is quick and as he darts past the fence, the horses startle but remain quiet and alert. They may have heard our presence, but we’re long gone before they have reason to fear us. One disaster averted. My heartbeat calms just slightly.
The beast continues his path unaware or uncaring of the potential demise we just escaped. I’m surprised by his focus and his agile movements. I no longer want the beast to move slowly. We’re in the center of the village, surrounded by homes. Any noise could wake the people. We need to get in and get out as quickly as possible. The adrenaline pumping through me is enough to make a lesser man shake. I thrive with it. Feeling the dangerous rush.
He picks up his speed as he scents the air again. His head bows and our eyes focus on a small cottage with a lit fireplace. We round the house quietly. He’s found our beauty. Quiet sobs halt us in our tracks. As I still with recognition, the beast flinches with what seems like concern. Our beauty is hurt. Every muscle in me tightens and as he scents the air for the pungent smell of blood, but there’s none. My brow furrows with his confusion. I push against him, in desperate need for control.