Pampering My Beast Commander Mga Nobela at Kwento

But her warm blood brushing my fingers felt so satisfying to both my beast and I, we ignored the command. Which was shocking since mom used her alpha command on us. I should be on my knees right now, I should be revealing my neck to my mother in submission but all it did was fuel my anger, fuel the burning hatred, fuel the blood thirst. My beast and I took in a whiff of the copper, stare into the soulless eyes of the girl who threatened Amelia and my mother's command did not shake me. We thirst for her pain, we thirst for her blood.

"Why did your beast pretend to be a stranger in the Condex terminal, Franklin?" I met his ferocious, lion-like stare with absolute stillness, my inner wolf refusing to drop its tail before his dominance. He's tracking my behavior? I thought, a wave of dark amusement hitting my core. If my lack of greeting insulted his high pride, why did he mirror the exact same distance while we were in flight? "You were the first wolf to mask your scent at the gate, Commander," I countered smoothly, my palms resting flat against his chest to maintain a fraction of space between us. "How could an unranked stray from the wildlands dare disturb the supreme watch of David Duskbane?"

"That's great! Who is he? Does he know what he's doing?" "He said his name is Dalton Reeves. He claims he's got it completely under control! But…" "But what?" Randall asked. "But he says the kid is completely hysterical. She's crying out for her dad. On top of that, the Belorian Tiger is starting to get agitated. "Your son, Tristan, is the only one who knows how to handle these apex predators. We need him to calm it down and secure the perimeter so the rescue team can get her out safely."

I was attacked at some point when I felt a stinging pain on my shoulder but still, I continued. "You should've done more research about the people you were coming to meet before you stupidly barge into my pack," I told the commander as I boldly stood with every one of my warriors while he had lost about twenty of his," He already yelled at his warriors to retreat. "This isn't over Commander Gabriel," I smirked while raging inside. My beast wanted a taste of his blood but I managed to calm him down and promised it'll be another day. "Trust me, I'm always ready for war," A wild noise came from my warriors. Blood-coated, angry men who wanted to survive, and anything that threatens their surviva

"The true moonrise gathering is tomorrow. You do not want your inner beast whimpering from a head-throb when we claim your heat. Come. I am tucking you into the nest." The moment the heavy wood door shut behind them, Kade Fenrir let out a low, predatory snarl and went straight for the stone weights, his muscles bulging as he unleashed his dominant rage against the iron. When his strength finally gave out, he gripped the support beam, buried his face in his leather-clad arms, and let out a raw, broken whine. I stood by the rough stone wall, quietly wiping a hot tear from my own jaw. My chest was tight, the sheer weight of his suffering too heavy for a Beta Commander to bear.

It still felt crowded for me. We heard a loud howl that berated command and power. It was Damian. He was the first person to shift. I can't wait to see his wolf. I almost squirmed as I thought of how it will be to run my hands through his giant fur. Alpha wolves were bigger than normal werewolves.

My bloodshot eyes remain locked on the Commander. He doesn't move. He simply watches me. Carefully. His hands remain raised in quiet surrender. My form stays untouchable beneath the shield spell I cast earlier. My hybrid abilities instantly pick up the thoughts of the humans behind me. ‘What beast is this?’ ‘It's huge!’ ‘Should we shoot?’ Guns cock behind me. "Stand down," Commander Zeus murmurs to the guards behind me. Then movement catches my eye. His hand shifts toward the side of his belt.

The smirk on Zeus' face became more of a sinister smirk that turned the commander's knees into jelly. A low growl made the commander fall on the ground with fear. "What a pest! And I thought I was going to howl at him to make him submit to me like a little pest he was." Zaric thought while staring at the commander. The look of terror on the face of the commander was enough for Zaric to know that a low growl was more than enough.

Bloody whip marks littered his body, and so did bruises and cuts. The Omega sobbed as the commander thrusted in and out of him with noise-canceling headphones on. He hated the sound of the Omega's cries, and always wore them when he fucked him. Smoke filled the room as shade threatened to shift and send the bastard to hell. Maverick quickly stripped, knowing he'd need his clothes when shade was finished. In an instant, his large beast stood behind the commander, hovering over him. It wasn't until burnt warm breath fanned the back of the Commander's neck that he sensed something was wrong and froze.

I order. The command pleases her instantly. She smiles, folds onto the bed, and rests on all fours like she’s been waiting for this all night. My clothes are already gone so I move behind her and thrust into her brutally, giving my beast the violence it needs. She screams from the pleasure while she clutches the sheets but I don’t slow down or touch her gently. I drive into her hard again and again and she arches her back as she takes in every stroke. I don’t offer comfort or pleasure to her because my beast does not care for things like that. It never cared for being gentle…..it only seeks release.