My Beast Son's In Heat Novels & Stories

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

How sick am I that part of me seems to have enjoyed this? Kaerith’s body tensed hard as a gasp stuck in her throat. The air around her lower body became thick, wet with his scorching heat and the strong, animal smell of his rut. His smell was so strong it felt like she could taste it, musky and hot. The Beast watched as Kaerith’s pussy clamped down on the bed as leaves from the vein flower bed caressed her cunt. She jerked and thrashed on the bed. He stood and knelt over her, trailing hot kisses on her lower body as his heavy weight settled beside her hips. He lowered his big head between her legs, his breath fanning against her.

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.

Sapphire said in surprise brushing back the blanket around the baby to get a better view of her ears. "Oh Dallas is going to love this," Jordan said. "A son that's an alpha of a wolf pack and a grandchild that's a fae." "Jordan shut up. I'm trying to think!" Elias glowered at his brother. The baby frowned at her father raising his voice once again. "Is it okay if I take her inside? The last time I checked there was formula and diapers in the infirmary. I can see to her," Sapphire said rocking her again.

How would he explain the punch of uneasiness and dread in his gut and the way his muscles ached by the mere thought of her being hurt? From what Jules had told him—had seen in her visions—they were mates from another life. The reason that the attraction between them was so strong, stronger than any emotion he had felt all his life. It was so strong, that every cell in his body could feel the pain, the need, the desire, the lust and the desperation to have her. Even right now, when she was raging and growing red every minute, he couldn’t think beyond his own horny imagination. And to be honest, his wolf wasn’t being of any help, either. The condition of his beast was even worse than his.

"What? That's his daughter? Tell me I didn't just hear that right." "Holy crap! Is a father live-streaming his own daughter being fed to a tiger? Is this guy out of his mind?" "You absolute monster! Even wild beasts look after their young. You're no better than an animal!" "Did this sick bastard throw her in himself just to go viral?" "I'm calling the cops! Someone lock this piece of trash up right now!" I glanced at the fast-scrolling barrage of insults, and the corner of my mouth twitched into a barely perceptible smirk.

Alaric, towering above everyone else at the foot of the staircase, stared at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher. The silence that followed my words felt eternal. Then came his voice, deep and sharp as steel. “Repeat that.” I took a shaky breath, feeling the eyes of everyone present in the room. My legs trembled, but I straightened my shoulders, meeting his icy blue gaze. “I volunteer… to be your mate,” I said again, my voice steady this time. The room erupted. Some people gasped; others burst into laughter. “She’s committing suicide!” “A poor little omega? The king will tear her apart!”

Thick, dark, beautiful fur rapidly grew across his skin, his teeth extending into sharp, deadly fangs as his broad frame shifted into his massive, magnificent half-beast Alpha form. He towered over the room, glowing green eyes shining with absolute power, his heavy breath fanning across the warm air like steam. My mother let out a sharp, terrified scream, stumbling back against my father. "My God! What is that?! What is he?!" My dad instantly threw his arms out in front of my mother and me, his face pale as death, his body shaking as he stared at the giant, terrifying beast standing in the middle of his daughter's nursery. "Get back!" my dad yelled, his voice cracking with pure, unadulterate

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

Hair sprouted on the back of his neck, his fangs elongating instantly. I slid back, whimpering at the power his beast pushed out. I opened my mouth to call his name, but no voice came out. It must have been minutes of helplessly sitting there, watching my mate morf into a livid beast bit by bit. Then the door burst open, a number of men rushing inside. Jasper’s eyes darted across the room, searching for threats. Jaxon’s father soon followed, a cigarette between his lips. ‘How-dare into a livid beast bit by bit. Then the door burst open, a number of men rushing inside. Jasper's eyes darted across the room, searching for threats. Jaxon's father soon followed, a cigarette between his lips.