Taming My Husbands In Beast World Novels & Stories

“By the day. I need a way to stop it. To, I don’t know, remove the imprint. If my beast wanted someone, why couldn’t it have imprinted on my wife?” Aeron pulled his keyboard close and began typing. “That’s not how imprints work. Your beast decides on a suitable person to bear your child, and aid it through its ruts. It has to be someone it deems compatible beyond any doubt. Someone it desires to have as its mate. Sure, we could rely on the gods to provide us with our soulmates, but our beasts are more in tune with what we need than we are.” I felt shame. How can my beast desire my stepdaughter? Why is Cherry the one he wants to spend his life with? That’s just insane. Thankfully, he can’t af

I wanted more of this, Tia. While Tia and Luna Carissa toured the daycares and played with the pups with Luna Carissa’s step-mother, Susan, I toured the training ground with Alpha Beast and his ranked members, including both of his father-in-laws. Talk about intimidation. How are all these men built like they ate the whole damn bull from the field? It was insane.

He’s not a part of this. “I may not be a part of your four way relationship…” he says, as if he plucked my thought straight out of my head. I gape at him, my jaw hanging open so far someone could shove a baseball in it. “But I know their animals. I’ve been flying with Tanwen for well over a decade. Hunting with Scout and taking fights in the training field with Rowe. I know their beasts. Believe me when I tell you Daphne, if you love them you will accept this. It’s not about their human side wanting to be fathers, which they all very much want. It is carnal for their beasts. It is in their DNA. Mating with the female they love. Deny them that, and their beasts will tear them apart. It’ll mak

he growled in a commanding voice. Why does his fluffiness vanish on the very day we are going outside? Yesterday, Tyler’s the ultimate teddy bear husband. Now…now he’s acting more of a feral wolf, an intimidating shifter. Biting my lower lip, I step towards him. We are only an inch away now. He’s so fucking tall. And with his broad shoulders, I know he can smash me anytime in the wall, in the bed, or even by just standing in front of each other. “Why do you look scared? I’m your husband, remember?” he asked, eyes softening while lowering his gaze from my eyes, to my lips, and back to my eyes again.

My beast subjugates him in front of my eyes and surges to the exterior responding to my call of despair. My male collapses to the floor in front of me on his hands and knees and with infuriated eyes upset that I chose his beast over him he allows the one I crave this moment to take full control. Through my blurred sight, I witness his shift just like I had numerous times before. And when he arises and stretches his limbs and paws his glorious golden orbs fastened on my tear-filled eyes I smile shakily up at him in greeting.

In my past life, I still clung to the bond of blood, soft-hearted enough to invite wolves into my home—only to be killed by them. This time, I wanted no ties with my parents. Yet they still thought I was someone they could trample on. My eyes burned red as I slapped Celie twice across the face, hard. Father's expression darkened. He raised his arm as if to strike me. But Felix stepped in immediately, blocking him. Even in human form, beastmen were massive. At nearly one meter ninety, Felix towered over him. I watched Father's bravado crumble in an instant and couldn't help but laugh.

If it weren’t for his fifth-level ability, he probably would have been killed by Clar already. In the beast world, male mates could never defy their female counterparts, or they would be expelled from the tribe and become outcast beasts.

Even the beast in me is tamed by her, our will no longer our own. With my hand in hers, I tug, lifting her to her feet. Then I take her spot on the bench before I pull her into my lap and wrapping my arms around her trim waist. This is the human equivalent of marking my territory, to let the man know that he has no claim on her. I do. The beast in me is still growling, ready to defend what I know for certain is mine, but the human in me just glares at him, because I have a girl who would not appreciate it if I followed my basic instincts and drained this man of all his blood, before ripping his heart from his chest. My baby doesn't condone bloodshed and I could never do anything to upset her

The mother beasts were either tamed by the ones who caught them or beasts which were grown specifically for breeding, so they were made to be obedient to people who come to take their cubs so that they don't harm the people who try to take the cubs. Another group that had come before Ben's group had already started the process to tame a wind zebra beast. One student stood in front of the beast and was trying to touch the cub, if the cub allowed to touch it then he has successfully tamed that cub, if not then he has to show his combat prowess by fighting with the cub, if it submits to him or if he managed to defeat it in battle then he has successfully tamed the cub. After taming a beast some

Drool poured from the corners of her stretched lips and ran down her chin. Two more beasts grabbed her hands, forcing her fingers to wrap around their ridged shafts so she could stroke them frantically while her body was rocked forward with every savage thrust. The last two beasts latched onto her bouncing tits — one sucking hard on each nipple, biting and pulling until her sensitive breasts were red and aching. Milk-white streams of her own arousal mixed with their dark pre-cum as they used her completely. The minotaur husband stood at the side of the bed, his massive horse cock in his clawed hand, stroking slowly and deliberately as he watched his once-vanilla wife get destroyed.