Pampering My Beast Commander Novels & Stories

A shimmering scroll formed mid-air, spinning once before displaying our names. —Brand: Team Leader —Jade Ishola: Second in Command —Nyomei: Attack Power —Orin: Attack Power —Lotanni: Mid-Range Support / Defender —Bainer: Medical Support (Engage only when necessary) Silence. Then: “Wait, what?” I said, stepping closer. “Second in command?” Brand turned slightly toward me, unreadable. “You're fast. Tactical. You don’t freeze up.” “That’s not a compliment,” I muttered.

Then he peels off his clothes and slips in like he owns the damn place. “Come on, babe,” he calls, voice smug and lazy. “Water’s perfect. Don’t make me enjoy it all by myself.” The Beast is quiet, hulking, all heat and silent weight. He peels off his shirt, then his pants, slow and easy like he’s got nowhere else to be. His muscles roll under ink like a tide, all power and tension. No words, just steps into the tub like it was made for him. Like it knows his name.

Ferris asked darkly raising the eyebrow. Hazel bit her lips before she looked straight in his eyes, saying, “yes, you are beast. My loving beast.”

Like he needed to believe he wasn’t somewhere else, with someone else. The warmth between us built slowly, breath against breath, touch after touch, until the air itself felt alive. His lips trailed along my jaw, down my neck, pausing at the spot that always made me shiver. I gasped softly, and his grip tightened, a sound escaping his throat that made my pulse quicken. “Still thinking too much,” he whispered against my skin. “Maybe,” I breathed. “Then stop.” The words were both a command and a plea. And I did.

I whimpered and nodded, obeying his instruction about not speaking. “You're mine. You do what I please. And if you ever disobey my orders again, I'll stick my gun in you and blow your guts out.” The words were said with detached clinical precision. I didn't doubt that He meant every single word. I moaned as the sting of the smacks gradually turned into something else. Something not quite pain but not quite pleasure. I never in a million years thought I would get turned on by being fucked with a gun and called a little whore but my body betrayed me.

Echo’s POV: “I am a monster Belle. Will you even be able to handle me?” I heard his painful moans while I was treating him. “Yes, I will,” I said confidently without even hesitating. I wasn’t so confident inside that I could be able to handle him and all of his so unpredictable decisions and acts but I don’t want him to think that I am not confident on him. I don’t want to hurt him. I just want him to be comforted by me and only by me.

He was choosing his militia over me. "What's the matter, Commander?" Damon’s voice cut through the noise, loud and sharp. He stepped up right next to the crate, leaning in close, a vicious, satisfied smirk on his face. He didn't look like the buddy who traveled through camp anymore. He looked like the monster from the woods, his eyes dark, hungry, and completely feral as he stared up at me on the box. "You want to give the order, or should I?"

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

She continued to deride him but snarling that she broke her sleep, he removed his hands. His stoic handsome features with the perfect tan complexion, glaring at her, plopping on his elbows with half-lid eyes. “Shut up, Bitch.” He hissed, sitting up slowly, running his hand in his long brown hairs. Tristan, The strongest, Number 0- Obsidian Beast “Don’t call my sister bitch.” Ruth interrupted but he scoffed. “She called me an asshole too.” “Leave it. Say where you disappeared, Lord? Was it much of a bother to come?” She snarled, narrowing her eyes in ire because all commanders were present except him.

His beast is close to the surface. He's beautiful like this. Unhinged, untamed… wild. Can a man be beautiful? I can't say but that's the only thing I can use to describe him. My lycan reaches out to him out of instinct, but all we are met with is a tornado of emotion and something else I can't place. I don't think commander Roan realises it… or he suspects because his eyes keep bouncing between both of us. “Leave us, Roan.”