Taming Her Beastly Mate Novels & Stories

It was obvious that this beast wasn’t a minor rogue bandit. The beast watched her, captivated by her tear stained beauty, her rich copper red hair cascaded down her exposed back in waves. Her cheeks were flushed red from crying and her lips were blush pink. She wobbled to stand. “S-Stay back.” He watched as she scurried away and something struck in the beasts heart, he wanted the woman before him. Her sweet scent called to him and her soft voice was like music to his ears....he didn’t care if she was mated, he would kill her mate to get her.

Something inside me cracked, but the beast howled louder, drowning it out. I slammed her against the stone again, my claws locked around her throat. Her body was fragile in my grip, too fragile, and yet the beast wanted more. “Prey,” I growled, my voice twisted and rough, unrecognizable even to me. She gasped, clawing at my arm, silver sparks flickering at her fingertips. “You are not the beast,” she choked. “You are mine. You are Carson. My mate.” Her words struck something deep, something buried under the black fire consuming me. For a heartbeat, gold flickered in my vision.

He is such a cruel animal, she thought. From the beginning, she always wanted to give her lover everything after a proper mating ceremony, but not like this! She hasn't even let him kiss her, and now this man she despises the most is seeing her almost naked. His gaze fell on her body, and he growled with excitement and lust. He has never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. He hasn't touched anyone as he was waiting for his mate and now when he has found one, it is getting difficult for him to control himself. His beast is getting aroused which is now very hard to tame.

She drew me in without even trying, and that realization unsettled me to the core. The Beast, though, had no such hesitations. It tormented me relentlessly, whispering dark urges and filling my head with scandalous visions of her. It shattered any peace I might have hoped to find. The Beast was wild, primal, and insatiable—a true Lycan’s essence, untethered by human restraint. It demanded a mate. And it had chosen Oliver.

He never needed a lesson in self-control, not until his mate walked into his life and pressed all of his buttons. He rose slowly to his full height, his beautiful eyes piercing hers. She stood her grounds and stared back at him, and that only challenged his beast more. The moon Goddess decided to bless him with a mate who matched the fire of his beast, if she were a werewolf then he didn't even want to think of the possibilities.

The feeling was so strong. The air escaping from her sexy lips was sweet and tempted him to grab her in his arms and kiss her. She quickly jumped up and moved away from him, seeming not to want to be so close to a monster. He wanted her to see that he was good, and it was just that he could not tame his beast. He took up the mop and gave it to her. She stood, still afraid to come toward him. "I won't hurt you," he told her, trying his best to not scare his mate. His mate stared at him, frightened, but slowly came to him and took the mop.

That beast had already become a slave of her beauty. He took a single step closer in her direction which made the she-wolf growled, like she was threatening him to stay back from her. Thunder turned ecstatic. His mate was fearless and did not feel afraid of him just as her daring human. She was threatening him in their very first meeting, the same as when their humans had met for the first time.

The possessive beast inside me roared at the blatant show of lust towards my mate and it took everything in me to not tear every fucking human present in the bar. My mate on the other hand took the opportunity of my distraction and began her exploring. Her hands wandered on my chest while a pleasurable shiver ran down from my spine to the tips of my toes. I snapped my head in her direction at the action only to witness her playing with the buttons of my tux innocently.

Bessie said hurriedly leaving the room. "He hasn't accepted the fact that we are mates yet and I don't think he would, he is a philanderer." "Then you should make him accept it." Hannah suggested and I looked at her skeptically. "He feels it. I know he does. It happens to all mates. They feel the urge to always be with their mates and perhaps he is fighting it. It's called the effect of the mate bond. He is affected by your touch use it to your benefit." She replied thoughtfully.

His thick member threatened to tear through his trousers from being so close to his mate. He saw Freja’s confusion and was glad she hadn’t figured out she was his mate, yet. When he touched her the beast within roared to life, urging him to take her like a wild animal in front of the people who hung out by the stairwell drinking from their horns. He wanted to fuck her until she was screaming his name repeatedly, claiming her as his mate and woman. Gods she feels so good against me. Those curves were made to fit against me beneath the sheets.