The Beast (Monsters and Beauties, #1)

by Jenika Snow

I would hold her tight enough she had bruises on her arms and legs so that anyone who saw her would know that she was mine. They would be able to smell me on her, see my possession on her creamy flesh, and know she was loved well, fucked thoroughly and regularly, and that she was mine above all else.

“Reach down and grab my huge cock, place it at your cunt, and then hold on because I am going to fuck you until you can’t see straight.”

She reached up without preamble and gripped the base of my horns, and my entire body shuddered at how fucking good that felt. I moved my tail along her thigh, curling it around her ankle for a second before slipping it between our bodies and teasing her asshole with the tip once again. “Look at how small you are, so fragile compared to me.” I thrust into her and she cried out. “So tiny and weak, frail in comparison, taking a monster cock like you were made for it.”

“I need more. Never stop. Never.” “Oh I won’t, sweet girl. I’ll fuck you over and over again until I get you pregnant. I’ll never stop even after that, making you take all my cum, covering your body with it so you grow addicted for it every fucking night.”

I thrust the tip of my tail into her ass, braced my paws on either side of her body, dug my back claws into the earth, and started throwing my hips back and forth, unable to give her gentle, sweet, and soft. I fucked her savagely, not thinking of anything but getting us off, of my pleasure and breeding with her.

I’d knotted inside of her, the center of my cock swelling to the point it was painful in the best fucking way as it ensured I was locked deep in her body. “So good. You are doing so good, you feel so fucking good, my little human wife.” Her pussy clamped around me again. “No one will ever make me feel so damn feral with desire, or make me come so fucking hard.”

I was still pumping out spurts of seed, making sure her womb was filled, making sure there was no way she wouldn’t carry my baby after tonight. The sounds that came from me were inhuman, a testament to how far gone I was.

And then I looked at her throat, where my bite mark was nice and prominent. A wave of possessiveness, of proprietary need, slammed into me, and I snarled and fucked her harder, having to hold her in place as I pounded into her soft, but tight pussy.

Right before I fully pulled out, I leaned back and looked down, humming in appreciation at the sight of her virgin blood all over my big, swollen cock.

“Say it,” I demanded without looking up from between her thighs. “I’m yours,” she said without more prompting.

I wanted nothing more than to plunge back inside. But the next best thing was keeping her gloriously thick thighs spread open so I could be a voyeur and watch as my cum poured out of her like a geyser. Thick rivers of semen slipped out of her pussy hole and slid down the crack of her ass to pool underneath her on the ground.

The fairy tales were wrong… Beauty could want the Beast.

When did I fall for this creature? How could I have fallen for him so quickly? When did I realize that just because someone had an outwardly monstrous appearance didn’t mean their inner selves were ghastly?

“I will always protect you. You are my life, and without you there is no me.” Oh, my heart softened even more, became painful as it pounded harder and faster behind my ribcage.

A beautiful array of long stem red roses sat within a glass vase, a few petals having fallen to lie on the lacquered top.

A surprised gasp left me as he placed it between my thighs, the heat pulling a hiss from me because I was so sensitive. “You don’t have to—” “Shhh, let me take care of my wife.” He gently cleaned me up, and all the while he stared into my eyes. There was this almost softness washing over his expression as his eyes became hooded. “It pleases me to tend to you, to ensure I’ve taken care of you after I’ve fucked you.”

“You are mine. Forever. Let anyone try and take you from me, and they’ll see how dangerous I truly am.” “I never want to be anywhere else.”

“One day I’ll make you fall in love with me.” Oh my sweet, big brute of a husband. I cupped his cheek and sifted my fingers through his fur. “I’m already on my way there.”

“Wait,” I whispered when I felt him buck in me. “No, sweet girl. Your time to stop this is over. But you would not want to stop it anyway, isn’t that right?” “You’re just so big and thick,” I breathed.

“Yeah, my sweet little human wife wants me to rub her clit and make her come.” He pushed into my ass extra slowly after those words. “Do you need me to do that, sweetheart?” I was panting as I glanced over my shoulder at him, my vision blurry, the pleasure so intense I felt like I was disconnecting from reality.

With a harsh groan, he pulled out of me and I felt all his cum start to slip from me. The Beast kept my cheeks spread open so he could watch, and rumbled out a sound of pure masculine approval that I loved hearing. “I will never get tired of watching you spread open as my seed slips from your body.” And when the last ounce of his cum slipped out, only then did he gently turn me around, pick me up in his arms and carry me out of the library.

The Beast was insatiable, but then again so was I. Especially given my condition. It seemed being pregnant had my libido working overtime.

“You know you are mine?” I closed my eyes and smiled. “You know I’ll never be the valiant knight in shining armor protecting your honor. I’ll be the savage creature that tears apart anyone who so much as looks at you.”

Those words would have put fear in anyone else. But to me, that had a dark sense of safety settling inside of me, growing into a garden that I’d forever take care of.

“Say it again for me, sweetheart.” I smiled. “I’m yours. Always.” He growled a pleased sound. “That’s right. Because the Beast f...