All Chapters of Taken By The Beast: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Temptation gnawed at me well into the day. With each passing second that my wolf didn't see her, he cried in agony. It was pathetic to look at it from a human's perspective. Wolves were different. Possessive. Needy. Irate when they didn't get what they wanted. Especially an alpha. An alpha went after what he wanted and would stop at nothing until he claimed his prize. But this alpha needed to slow his roll, play it cool, and let her come to him, because it worked in the kitchen. She wanted my touch, and I'd eaten it like my favorite candy. When dinnertime came, her scent was fresh in the air, which meant she voluntarily come down to the table. She sat with William, who looked like a child without any birthday presents. He wasn't dealing with the slow process of this game, or the fact that I planned to willingly let her go. It wasn't my choice, it was the only way to gain her trust. "Good evening," I said, sitting down in my chair. Vivian swung open the kitchen door and placed the

Her taste would linger on my tongue forever. I'd never savored anything so perfect, so sweet, until I tasted my mate. Every sound she made. Every time she tugged at my hair, or tightened her thighs around my face. It would replay in my head like a broken record. The harmony her orgasm brought my body made me feel whole. Helping her stand up, she slipped the skirt of her dress back down her legs, and looked at me with reddened cheeks. I chuckled, and tucked a piece of her chocolate colored hair behind her ear. "Don't get embarrassed now, Little One." She rolled her eyes slyly, and lifted her chin. "Lead the way."She walked with me toward my room where I locked the door behind us, and led us into the bathroom. She waited in the doorway as I turned on the shower, with the waterfall showerhead, and stripped out of my shirt. She didn't hide her eager eyes as they traced the lines of my body. "Do all wolves look like you?" she asked, her hazel gaze lifted toward mine. I stepped forwar

Piper wasn't on my bed when I woke the next morning as I'd hoped. I immediately felt she wasn't near. It dawned on me as William unclasped my shackles, and I dressed, that I was getting attached to her being in the room with me. Attached to her being in my home. It was treading on dangerous waters to let myself grow comfortable because if she ripped it out from under me, I'd drown without her. It left me at risk to the beast. He could take over and I would cease to exist. It tore at my insides to know that she could leave when her parents made it to our house, or at any time. I'd kept Piper prisoner at first, with her fear of getting lost in the bayou, but if she wanted to run, she could run. She was here because she was curious. Because my wolf called to her, and if the last few days meant anything, it meant her attraction was more than just physical. The smell of Vivian's cooking wafted up the staircase when I opened my door. My stomach urged me to go eat, but my heart longed

When the evening neared, my panic crept inward, seeping into me like cement, promising to harden my heart into stone. Carve me into a creature of the beast forever. The next few hours, if William was right with his timing, could determine my fate. I promised I’d make the most of it. After a quiet dinner, where Piper hardly glanced away from her plate, I slipped from my room and toward hers. With the blinds drawn, and the lights dimmed, I knocked on her door. She cracked it open. “Vivian, I’m busy—,” I briefly wondered what Vivian had bothered Piper with, but I shoved it aside because I needed to focus. “Are you too busy for me?”She chuckled and tucked her hair. “Depends on the reason you’re interrupting my reading, Mr. Zander—,” she stopped. “What’s your last name?”I chuckled, realizing I knew far more about Piper than she did me. “Blackwood.” “Very fitting,” she smiled. “What does Mr. Blackwood need from little old me?”“Many things, but now,” I said, pulling her out into the

My shackles were off when I woke the next morning. William must have freed me before he left. I’d been too exhausted from the night before to notice. Turning my head, I glanced at the silhouette of Piper on my bed. I sighed in relief, knowing I hadn’t scared her away after marking her. My wolf was peaceful, his silent calmness settled well in my bones, and made me feel more like myself than I had in ages. Standing up, I glanced down at her sleeping body. The sheets from my bed were wrapped around her waist, her breasts uncovered, and her mark on display. The sight of it stirred my wolf from his slumber. It was beautiful. Everything about it. The smooth curve of the crescent moon, the bright stars above it, and the shadow of a light blue sky. It stood out against her porcelain skin and begged to be touched. I ached to sleep with her, next to her, and I’d do anything to break this curse and spend an entire night burying myself in between her sweet thighs. Dragging my eyes away fr