Black Beast Novel By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

The illusion had blinded me, deluded me to forget that the man pressing me against the wall now, my savior and my god, was a real beast. But it was too late. I had begged him to fuck me, blessing me with his semen like a whore, crying for getting harder strokes. When I finally retrieved a bit of my sanity, I was clinging over the sink, my fingers curling around the cold basin for support and my back was pressed against his hot chest.. His huge cock thrust deeply inside my body from the back, dense kisses being placed on my neck and back like heavy rains. Electricity washed over my body again and again, pushing me hard to the sea of ecstasy.

I snarl. Marco shrugs. “The author had to hold back. There’s a limit to how horrifying you can make a story.” We’re by the pool when he hands me another. This one isn’t crime. It’s a non-fictional book about getting over and accepting the death of your loved ones. I throw it at him, hard. It hits his chest. He doesn’t flinch, but his face twists in what I desperately hope is embarrassment. Claire dangles her legs over the water, staring at the still surface of the pool like she wants it to answer something. I remember what she said the night before: Zeke is too confusing. I haven’t figured him out yet. I don’t know what he’s hoping to do.

Author’s POV La Perla Negra—The Black Pearl—was a high-end brothel located on the outskirts of the city. It was owned and operated by Vincenzo, the crime boss who had saved her from a fate worse than death. He had transported Dolores there instead of the strip club he had signed her up for, so she would gain experience first.

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I stood and I drew my blade because I was Lyra and I had walked the northern territories and I had seen the empty clearings and the cold fires and the grooves that the Beast had left in the earth and I would not let it take another wolf from the pack that had learned to stand when the world told them to kneel. The Beast stepped into view and for a moment my mind refused to shape what I saw because it was not the shape of any wolf and it was not the shape of any bear and it was not the shape of anything that the old laws had a name for. It moved low but massive and its body was long and thick with muscle that rippled under dark fur streaked with ash gray and its head was broader than any wolf

Desperation. I smiled. God, I missed that fire. “And judging by that expression, I don’t think you have many other options, do you?” She faltered for just a second. I knew it. Something is stopping her. “If you think I’m coward enough to run just because you’re the boss,” she said, her voice sharp and steady as if trying to cover something, “then you’re mistaken, Mr. Blackwood. I won’t run from you this time—or ever again.”

Balconies and battlements clung to the rock at impossible angles, lit by flickering braziers that cast molten gold across the dark stone. Massive gates of reinforced steel stood at its base, guarded by statues that might have been warriors—or monsters. I couldn’t tell. Their faces were worn smooth, their forms half-claimed by the mountain. A shiver crawled down my spine, and I wasn’t sure if it was fear or awe. Fenric’s voice pulled me back to the present. “Welcome to Blackreach.” My heart sank. “Your new home.”

The Beast. The Beast is the darkest, most vicious predator waiting inside my blood. He doesn't compromise. He doesn't talk. When he takes the reins, I wake up miles away in the dirt of the Redgrave Quarter, my knuckles shattered and my chest coated in blood that doesn't belong to me. Rough sex, brutal dominance, and blood-marking are the exact triggers that draw the Beast out of his dark corner. I expected him to take control tonight while I pinned Cain to the wall and drove myself deep into his body.

He seems furious-more than he was at the hole even. After a minute of tense silence, another naked female beast sits in front of me, and I realize he has given me a new guard altogether. This unknown female doesn't acknowledge me at all, even though my eyes are glued to her. She makes a point of avoiding my gaze. My new guard is more wild looking than Giulia. Her black hair is untamed and curly. Her tan skin is dirty in places, and her dark eyes have a sharp gleam to them. She makes me feel uneasy. I shiver and move closer to the fire. She finally looks at me, and I see dried blood on her chiseled jawline. My eyes widen, and she tilts her head.

Disobeying him means disobeying my new Alpha and showing disrespect towards him. “Atticus I-” “Alpha!” Two men in suits approach Atticus, and one of them leans closer to him, but despite speaking quietly, I manage to make out what they’re saying. “The Black Beast is almost at pack borders.” My heart skips a beat and I try to calm myself by thinking about something else- anything else! The flowers… Think of the flowers! The Black Beast. A name that was given to Sebastian years ago, because of his power and the colour of his wolf’s fur.