The Virgin And The Beast Novels & Stories

He grabs my hair with one hand, the gun dropping to the floor as he reaches for my waits, pinning me to him. In the middle of his slaves, and the guards whose this saga summoned from their posts, we kiss intensely. His kiss is brutal. I know my poor lips will be left so sore after this, but I don't care as long as I don't witness another murder. As long as another soul doesn't die because of me. All I can hope now is that that bitch will use her brain and get lost from here before the beast wears its crown of terror again. We pull away after a long while, and be keeps my head steady for a while, scanning my face.

Over and over, I repeated the same plea. "I want Fenric." "I want my Fenric." When I finally collapsed forward, expecting the coarse fur of the beast beneath my cheek, I found warm skin instead. Human skin. The hard planes of a man's chest rose and fell beneath me in uneven breaths. A hand slid gently down my back, tracing the curve of my spine with unbearable tenderness. I looked up through my tears. Fenric gazed back at me. Not the beast. But the man. Scarred, yes—a jagged line carved from his temple to his eye—but devastatingly beautiful.

I whispered, voice husky. “Take me. Ruin me.” The Beast growled low, a sound of pure possession. He hovered over me, powerful front paws planted on either side of my body, careful not to crush. The enormous head of his cock nudged my slick entrance, smearing precum over my folds. I trembled with anticipation, fear and lust twisting into something intoxicating. This was my beast now. My mate. My curse and…….. My salvation. And as the thick head began to push inside, stretching me wider than I had ever been stretched, I moaned his name into the morning light—ready to be claimed all over again.

The curse surged across his skin like wildfire, veins darkening, eyes burning with a violent silver hue. “Ryder, ?” He dropped to his knees. The celestial beast stepped into the clearing behind them, light pouring from its ribs like molten stars. Ryder struggled to rise, his voice barely audible. “Sienna… run.” She refused. And the beast lunged. The scene ends here.

Then came the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up toward the staircase, everyone saw a woman in a striking red body hug gown descending. Emily Havard was beautiful, no doubt about it. She moved with confidence, a practiced catwalk that turned heads. But she wasn’t Alexander’s type. Even he didn’t fully know what his type was. He felt nothing as she approached the table. She reminded him of all the women from his past, manipulative, wearing fake smiles, proud, and easy to see through. Yet something else entirely caught Alexander’s sharp attention.

Peirce noticed Vanilla’s body also. “Whether she-” He closed his eyes tightly, “I will try once more.” Suddenly, one of the Beast hollowed out from the ground right in front of them going straight to Peirce, held his back head, pinning him down to the ground, Sniffia, immediately took her dagger on the floor charged towards him before reaching him she was stung by the Beast's long but piercing tail which immediately paralyzed her as she fell on her face. “You don’t mess with Expats. I Aghul the… ”

I try to be stern, but a huge grin begins spreading across my face at her antics, I can’t help it and Jack begins gushing as well so I’m surrounded. “Baby girl just how far have you gone? Please tell us. Shirtless?” I nod. “Aaaannnd??” Oh god, they want a description. “Um I’m not experienced with describing the male body guys and I haven’t seen anyone else, so I don’t have much to compare.” “But you watch movies, right?” I nod again to Anya’s question. “Okay so is he more like Jamie Dornan from Fifty Shades of Grey, or Robert Downey junior from Iron Man?”

I continued, "but the beast isn't a monster. He's a kind and gentle soul who's been cursed by the Goddess. As I yelled, a loud yell could be heard from inside the castle, causing the people to stare in fear. I watched as they gazed up, and I saw the beast emerge from his castle and start walking towards us. The men around me were freaking out, but I stood still, unable to look away from the creature's approach. I could sense the sadness in his eyes as he looked at me.

She nodded with her head bent and left the office with a tear stained face. I needed to let him out. It had been a long time since I fed. I could smell the presence of a vampire miles away. He was at the pack's border. He must have gotten here by accident but that doesn't mean I was going to let him live. My beast needed to feed and he was going to be the food. Rules were rules. He should have known that this land was forbidden to him and his kind. I breathed in and let my beast take over. Filled with rage and hunger, he moved with great speed and pounced on the unaware vampire. There was something about him, I could sense it around him.

She couldn’t help but smirk, realizing he was just as curious about her as she was about him. “Do you need it to be?” she challenged. “Do you need me to be innocent like this is my first stab at a one night stand?” He frowned, considering the question, then said, “No.” Grabbing the hem of her sweater, Mira lifted it up and over her head, her bra straps loosening then sliding down her shoulders. As she let the garment fall to the floor, he cupped her breasts, holding her firmly in both hands, grazing his thumbs over her nipples, and sending tingles of heat rushing through her body