Romans & histoires When Beauty Tamed The Beast

She retrieved her clothes, which had dried by the fire, and turned her gaze to the wounded werewolf, the beast she found in the woods. She moved closer to the beast and, to her surprise, he had transformed into an ordinary man. She stared at his face for a long time, trying to memorize every part of his body. She smiled when she realized how attractive his body was, something she hadn't noticed the night before—his thick eyelashes and red lips thrilled her. She was suddenly pushed back when the stranger growled, and all of a sudden, he shouted in a loud voice, which startled her. The beast who turned into a human suddenly got up, panting, seemingly disoriented. Adhara approached him, trying

I lead us outside to the bikes instead of taking her to the infirmary when the meeting's over. "I can't ride like this, King," she says. She's returned to her human form and is using both hands to keep her shirt together. I lift my arms, pull my shirt over my head, and hand it to her in one move. The once-over she gives my chest leaves Beast purring in contentment, the traitor. I discovered in the meeting that Beast hasn't just accepted her as mate, he's ready to kill anyone who stands in his way. I need to refrain from thoughts of Marinah as mate until her beast is ready and Beast won't be helping. Neither did the kiss, which is something else I choose not to think of for the time being.

Bast asked. “Temptress.” Deragan clarified. “She’s still beautiful.” Ah, yes. He’s right. Yearners had the same raw sensual appeal but were ugly with glistening black skin and furred patches. This woman’s skin is smooth as a babe’s. She gripped Deragan’s wrist on her. Closing her eyes to work her charm. Deragan gave a malicious half smile. Blue eyes darkening on her. Black hair shining in meager light. His large hand pinning her chest just under her collar. “Who are you?” He snapped.

Conflicted applause erupted from the crowd while the alpha entered the ring once again to announce the victor of this match. Despite the bloody ring and the whimpering lycan behind him, the alpha appears to be smiling while he faces the crowd. He gestured for me to stand by his side, and I did, leaving Alex to be carried away by the medics in our pack. As I got to our Alpha’s side, I stood tall and proud in my wolf form, letting everyone see my blood coated fur to prove that I am the victor of this challenge. “The winner of the tournament is... Belle Lycansten! Our pack’s new beta!” The alpha was announced and the applause only got stronger. From the crowd, I can see my father cheering and s

Beauty might be from god but she knows how much she has struggled to be this powerful. After all of this, she still had no tattoos on her body. Her name was Megara Daybrace.

And soaped my hands, running the backs of them under her forearms before catching her fingertips in mine and I tugged her hands along with me as I roved the surface of her curves, my knee spreading her legs from behind before I guided our joined fingers over her sex, dipping them in and finding her clit to circle, again and again, my other hand harshly claiming her breast as my mouth teased up the column of her throat. The Beast wanted to stick his fangs in her right there but he didn’t push when I denied him. It was strange, the way he was with her. How any other woman was a harsh, cruel evening of release but with her he was indifferent as to how we took her. He seemed pleased just to be t

It didn't matter if she was the prettiest thing he'd set his eyes on for so long. Beasts, he told himself, were untethered – no mates, no souls, no conscience. They roamed the dark, solitary creatures. Yet, deep down, a conflict raged within him. The inexplicable connection to this female wolf challenges his understanding of his nature. The memories and feelings stirred something he wished to bury.

It was already fairly extensive and continued steadily growing. Matteo tapped out. Beauty collapsed next to him, panting from the tumble they just took. That right there just showed you how well Matteo could stand up against her. He would make a great Beta for this pack. “Everything good now?” I asked, as I approached them. I smirked at the glare that Beauty sent my way. Kalamar was not the only one who loved to push her buttons. That glare became heated when I caught my tongue piercing between teeth, the one move that I knew went straight to her pussy.

"Your time is up, Leon. We're here to take back what you stole from us." Leon snarled, his followers bristling with aggression. "You'll regret this, Beauty." The battle began with a ferocity that took Beauty's breath away. Wolves clashed, their snarls and growls echoing through the forest. Beauty fought alongside her allies, her movements swift and precise. She felt a surge of power, her special bloodline giving her an edge. Leon was a formidable opponent, his strength and speed unmatched. But Beauty was not alone. Alex fought by her side, his presence a constant source of strength. Gabriel and his pack provided crucial support, their unity a testament to their determination.

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.