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He took in another scent and the rumble of his low growl made me whimper in submission as the tingling heat built inside of me. His sharp teeth nipped at my neck, making me gasp as he pulled my fisted hair to the right, forcing me to expose more of my neck to him. I panted and closed my eyes, waiting for him to claim me and own my body like the beast he was.
His other large hand explored beneath the shawl and dipped between my legs. His thick fingers forcefully pushed past the waist of my skirt and panties, finally brushing along my damp center. Loud sobs of pleasure escaped my lips at his potent, powerful touch. My body ached for more. I pushed my hot pussy into his hand and spread my legs for him as much as the swing would allow.
He groaned a deep sound of approval and nipped my neck once again. My body responded to his with heated and primal desire. The slow circles he pushed against my clit brought me closer and closer to my release as I rocked against his touch. Leaning my head against his chiseled chest, my body began to shake as my orgasm advanced. I felt his lips brush against my ear as he fiercely growled, “Mine,” and bit down hard on my shoulder, breaking the skin while his fingers expertly pinched my clit sending my legs into a hot convulsion as my orgasm took my body with force. I threw my head back against the solid wall of hard muscle and screamed out as the pleasure devoured my body.
As I came down from the overwhelming sensation, I noticed the warmth his body had sheltered me in was receding. I took a deep breath and gathered my courage to look behind me. I parted my lips in shock. No one was there. I immediately stood on weak legs and searched for the beast. I began to think that I’d gone crazy and imagined his hands on me until I reached up to where he’d bitten me. The pain was evidence enough, but when I pulled my hand back and I saw the blood, I knew then that there was no way I’d imagined it.
But where had he gone and why had he left me unharmed? Better than unharmed, apart from the bite on my shoulder, he’d only given me pleasure. My brows furrowed in confusion and then sadness. Tears pricked my eyes. I parted my lips to call out for him, but stopped myself as I realized how dark it was and how cold I’d become without his body enveloped around me to keep me warm.
I shuddered then wrapped my arms tightly around myself. Keeping my head down to shield my body from the wind, I walked quickly to where I’d come from. I was relieved to find the gates still parted and just inside there lay the other flower that had bloomed. Only it was now no longer pink, but a vibrant red. I gathered the delicate flower and brought it to my nose, letting the soft petal brush against my skin as I inhaled the sweet scent.
As I brought the stem down to place it in my satchel, I heard movement behind me. I turned quickly, mostly out of fear, only to once again find nothing. The fear quickly subsided and I felt a sense of loss and dejection. I frowned but I stopped myself from being overwhelmed with sadness. I made a promise to myself that I would come back. With one last look at the large estate, I wrapped the shawl tighter and walked away from the beast.
Only once I was beyond the fog and past the forest did the shock of what I’d done and the horror of what could’ve happened occur to me. It hit me with such a force that my body felt drained of blood as the coldness consumed me and I collapsed in a frenzy of shudders. I’d gone beyond the gate. The realization was terrifying. And he’d touched me. I screamed involuntarily and shook at the memory.
Again, I doubted myself since I’d not actually seen him. My hand traveled to the bite mark and brought back the evidence of blood for me to see yet again. I screamed in horror and lay crying alone just beside the dirt road for what seemed like hours.
I swore I would never return. I would not trust the magic and allow it to entrance me again. I would not risk being caught in the hands of the beast again.
But that was months ago, and I miss the magic. Not only that, but I dream of the beast. It’s not a dream I’d admit to out loud, but it’s a dream I’d like to see come true.
THE PRINCE AND THE BEAST
The feminine shriek beyond the wall alerted me to the trespasser. I anticipated the vines bringing me my prisoner and I waited. And waited. The only thrill that brings life to the surface turned to annoyance as I waited longer than I ever have before. The beast in me huffed in frustration and clawed to come to the surface.
It wanted to maim and kill whoever dared threaten us. Whoever had the stupidity or the ego to step foot on our land.
As my fists clenched and a low growl settled in my chest, I was all too aware I had no choice but to desire the same.
The damn curse forced me to obey the will of the beast. Gritting my teeth, I held back the disdain, only because I knew I would only hear howls. I haven’t heard my own voice in years.
“Only the beast will be shown.” A low, menacing growl escaped my lips as I remembered that cruel enchantress and her hissed curse.
It’s not the magic I held accountable for my anger, though. It’s the people who turned their backs on me. Pacing, I snarled, unsure of whether the sound had come from me or the beast.
Patience, I demanded to myself. Patience would be rewarded. I stretched my arms over my head and cracked my back and then my neck. Waiting for prey was far better than waiting for the rose to die, I reminded myself, only to be met with protest from my lesser half.
The beast howled impatiently and I silently scolded him. We would have our chance to see who the magic has captured soon enough.
My gaze slipped to the wall, and I resisted the urge to scale it in an attempt to see what happened to my prey. The magic had no mercy. If there was a trespasser, I was sure to see them soon. The faint memory of the cry begged for my mercy. Compassion pulsed inside of me and it was a feeling I’d almost forgotten entirely. I would instill a little fear into the children if the magic had not already scared them off. But the adults, well…they knew what they were doing. I couldn’t let that disrespect go unpunished.
The beast whined, fearing for its life. Even after all these years, he was still scarred by the memory. I shook my head. No one had come to try to destroy us in many years. It was most likely a thief that had come. Someone to pilfer the gold and silver that still resided in the castle. I’ve seen the village’s lack of wealth, and the people slowly disintegrate as corruption bled into politics. Again I snarled. If only I was still ruling. The beast clawed at me once again, the sharp claws demanding attention as anger took over. I let the outrage pulse through my veins. Anger was such an easy emotion to be consumed with, and at this point, I enjoyed it.
Every few months, another pillager attempted to climb the wall. They had hopes that I was gone or dead or that they would get by me and ransack the castle. I smirked at their stupidity. Poverty and desperation will make a man do many foolish things. They should choose a different path, because I’m far from dead and even further from merciful. They’d risk their lives coming to steal from me. I may have had mercy on them if I had control. But I do not. And the beast is ruthless. To the beast, it is us or them. It is war.
I turned toward the front of the property as I heard the creaking of the gate. My brow furrowed in curiosity as my blood rushed in my ears.
The gates let no one in. So why did they part?
A heat slicked across the back of my neck as I took a hesitant and careful step to the side to disguise myself within the shadows. Hope rose in my chest for the first time in years. Had the sorceress returned to break the spell? I walked quickly but silently along the edge of the path to the gate, hiding in the mist.
I caught the intoxicating scent of a woman, and the smell aroused me in a way that I hadn’t felt in years. It was quickly diminished by anger. Whoever she was, she was no sorceress and momentarily I was enraged that I wasted energy on hope.
This woman who trespassed had taken what little hope remained and crushed it with her presence. I clenched my fists and silently approached. A snarl rose within me, but my breath did not let it leave my lips as I caught sight of her.
A different feeling entirely took over.
Her hazel eyes shone bright and longingly toward the garden. My heart thumped as desire rose and I attempted to swallow. Her small hands wrapped along her shoulders as a chill swept by. The cold forced her skin to flush; the color rose from her chest to her cheeks. It took everything in me to hold back the primitive groan that the sight of her elicited.
