The Beast (Monsters and Beauties, #1)

by Jenika Snow

They would do well to treat me like the ravenous, rabid creature I was. So I stayed away, secluded myself with minimal staff to run the castle, and let my inner rage be my companion. Until the sun set.

Ever since that first glimpse all those nights before, when I hid within the shadows and watched her come out of a small shop, I was positively transfixed. Mesmerized. Obsessed and territorial. Because she was mine.

Although I did not need to mark her, did not need to sink my fangs into her to lay claim, I still would.

She would stretch so nicely around me, cry that it hurt, that I was too large, but I would make her feel so good she would be begging me for more. I would ensure that.

I focused on my reflection, at my grisly appearance, and knew winning over Belle would be a feat in and of itself, but I would try until the end of time. It was not like she had a choice in the matter because she was already mine, and nothing and no one would ever change that.

I’d had to work extra at the village seamstress to make a few additional coins for food because he’d spent all our money gambling. My fingers had bled because I’d worked and tried so hard.

“I’m sorry.” I knew he was, but then again, he was always sorry when the journey was too hard to take.

I’d read the paperwork before I signed it. This wasn’t just the Beast needing a wife. He wanted heirs.

The fireplace mantel was grand, double my size in height and width, a fire intimately crackling and throwing light and shadow throughout the entire room. The crystal chandelier that hung above the table cast prisms of rainbows across the room.

“You are afraid,” his voice rumbled out, and I felt it in every part of my body. “I can smell the sweet sweat on you, hear your breathing pick up.”

I knew she was too beautiful for the likes of a creature like me, but regardless she was mine and I was not letting her go.

I could not hold back from claiming her for much longer. I could not be gentle or soft and sweet like she deserved. I was very much the monster and animal she saw before her.

“I learned you enjoy romance stories.” My breath hitched, even though he said those words with a cool, calm tone. “So I made sure to get any and all romance novels I could get my paws on in the five kingdoms.” My heart was racing so fast, and I found myself holding my breath as I absorbed his confession. “But if you want more, I will get you whatever you desire. I just yearn for you to be happy here… with me.”

The shaft was so girthy I involuntarily clenched my thighs, knowing it would take work to fit that all inside a woman.

“It’ll feel like nothing you’ve ever experienced before,” he growled out and leaned in, bringing our faces closer together. His tail whipped back and forth, reminding me of when a cat was focused, ready to pounce. “I’ll fill you up to the brim, make you feel like you’ll split in two.” A vibrating growl left him. “And when you don’t think you can take any more, I’ll shove even more into you until we both come and I fill you so full of my seed that I’ll get you big and swollen with my young. And when I pull out, my cum will pour from you.” His nostrils flared as he inhaled, growling again as if pleased with my scent. “And after that, I’ll breed with you over and over again until I’m sure your womb is filled with all of me and there’s no doubt you’ll give me heirs.”

“Do you see that, wife?” He growled, and I felt my eyes grow even wider in shock as more cum spilled out. “That’s all for you.” He grunted when my hand moved over the crown before sliding back down the length and squeezing tightly at the base. “I’m going to fill you up with it, shove this big cock deep in you, make you take every last ounce until it’s pouring out of you so that when I pull out of your cunt, it’ll hurt so good.”

“And I know you can’t wait until you’re mine as well. I can smell the sweet honey that flows out of that tight little cunt right now.” I took another step back just as I felt my pussy become even wetter. “And once you are in my bed, I will brand you until you smell of my seed, sweat, and musk. It will cover every inch of you from the inside out, and be so deep in your womb that there will be no denying you are mine.”

I felt warm and wet and soft all over at the very thought of just submitting myself to the sexual whims of the Beast. I wanted depravity. I craved to see what it would be like—feel like—to just lie in the center of the Beast’s bed naked and spread out and let him have his filthy way with me.

“My father’s troubles aren’t your concern but—” “He’s your family. Your only family.” He smoothed a claw gently along my jawline. “That was the past, though. You have me now. So if he needs help, that’s an extension of you and I’ll gladly step in. Because I care for you.”

“But I have you to protect me.” He growled low and moved his hand to curl it around my nape. “You are my only priority. I will protect you until it kills me.”

“You’re not what I expected,” I whispered, our mouth so close together that my bottom lip almost touched his tusks. “You are everything I envisioned.” His words were a deep rumble that I felt all the way down to my toes.

“If I don’t stop, I’ll take you here right now, Belle.” My pussy clenched and I felt more wetness coat my lips and smear along my inner thighs. He inhaled sharply. I knew he smelled me, my arousal. “And I want you in my bed, spread and soaked—that juicy cunt all primed for me—when I fuck you for the first time.” He growled. “But after that first time…” His eyes flashed red. “I will fuck you in every single room in the castle, marking you with my scent so it saturates the air.” I clenched my thighs together and bit my lip. “But make no mistake. I want to fuck you and fuck you hard and thoroughly. I ache to fill every hole you have. I need you to be covered in my cum so you smell like me all over.”

“I want to fuck you between those huge tits, Belle. I want my cum to cover your neck, am feral with the desire to smear it all over you and make you taste me.”

“I would prefer you stayed.” When I didn’t respond, he gave me a semblance of a smile. “As I thought,” he murmured. “I will protect you,” he said and tightened his hand against my belly.

fist into Gaston’s chest, breaking through his ribcage, pulled out his heart, and held it in his palm as if it were nothing but a piece of fruit.

“Run, Belle,” he growled. “Run as fast as you can, because when I catch you—and I will—I am going to fuck you so hard there will be no doubt who you belong to.” I didn’t need any other warning. I turned and ran.

I could have been sightless and I still would have found her.

My muscles swelled, and my cock got thicker in preparation for claiming her, of parting her thighs and forcing myself deep inside her tight heat. I anticipated filling her up with my cum and making her womb grow with my child.

I reached a paw out and gripped the laces of her dress, tearing at them until the material opened in two parts. Her silky smooth back was revealed, and I growled in pleasure.

“Run faster, little rabbit. I can smell your sweet, honey-coated pussy.” In a move faster than she would ever be able to contemplate, I tore at her

“I want you to tell me that you are mine, and to admit you will surrender in all ways.”

She squeezed her hands tightly into fists, but I still kept them above her head, looking down at her stretched-out body, taking in all the perfect, beautiful dips and hollows that made her extraordinarily beautiful.

“Be my good girl and answer me. Tell your beastly husband that you know you are mine in all ways.” I leaned in and ran my nose along the edge of her face, down the side of h...

The aroma of her soaked pussy had my cock jerking and leaking copious amounts of cum, dripping between her thighs. I wanted to rub all that seed into her flesh, make her smell like me until she was marked as mine and mine alone.

“You are going to lie there and take what I give you like a good girl.” She licked her lips and I was riveted to the sight. “Yes.” “Tell me why.” My voice was guttural, harsh, and so inhuman I did not know if she could even hear me clearly. “Because I want you to fuck your wife… to claim me in the primal way you desire.”

“Be still and let your monster of a husband spank this little pussy.” I brought my tail down again, over and over on her soaked folds at the same time I let go of her thigh and moved my paw up the center of her chest and circled her slender throat.

“Please,” she cried out. “Please, Beast. I don’t know if I can take much more.” I had my face right by hers then, our mouths close enough that my tusks nearly touched each side of her jaw. “You will take every single thing I have to give, and when you think you can’t take any more, you will beg me not to stop.”

My cock was a leaking faucet of cum, my seed smearing all over her thighs, my cock throbbing with need. The tissue in the center of my shaft throbbed, just waiting to be buried in her pussy so it could swell and knot inside of her, keeping us locked so she was forced to take my cum.

“I want to fuck you right here on the dirty ground, with the moon above us, the cool forest air around us, and your cries of pleasure filling my ears.”

When I looked between her thighs, I saw she was lifting her hips, as if she were silently begging me to fuck her. And I would, like the nasty fucking creature I was.

I leaned forward and gripped her behind her knees, brought her legs up to press to her chest, and stared at how pink and spread open her pussy was for me. And then I spit on her cunt again right before I leaned in and started licking at her juicy folds. Although she was drenched, her pussy cream dripping down the c...

But she was far too small and tender for the likes of the primal fucking I wanted. My sweet, soft human wife needed me to be gentle this first time.

I pulled back long enough to see that I left marks, bruises that looked pretty on her skin and were another branding that had the animalistic side of me roaring out in triumph.

I was so fucking hard at the sight of our differences. She had soft, peach-colored skin and a tiny, smooth face with big eyes, a pert nose, and full lips. She was curvy but still so much smaller than me. And here I was, an ugly monster covered in dark fur still getting the beauty.

I wrapped my tail loosely around her throat to keep her in place as I flattened my tongue and dragged it up her chin and over her lips before plunging it in her mouth.

The kiss was sloppy and wet, so noisy it was like two wild animals rutting in the darkened forest.

My cock was still hard and ready to breed her. I shifted back down and ran my furry cheeks and jaw all over the tops of her thighs. I let my saliva spill from my mouth as I kept rubbing myself on her, wanting every single part of me on her. I purred as I kept rubbing my face over her belly and higher until her tits were smeared with her wetness

I was buried to the balls in her body, I’d really get in there deep.

“Open up for me like a good girl,” I growled, unable to close my mouth fully because my fangs were too long, too sharp. “Head to the side. Let me see that pretty throat.”

I was striking like a cobra, sinking my teeth into her, giving her my mark. This was nothing but a superficial, primal, and animalistic need in me. Her wound would heal, but I would do it all over again. Every fucking time I was buried balls deep in her tight cunt, I would mark her.