Beasting Beauty

by Madison Faye

  Logan growled loudly, hissing through his teeth as he threw his head back. I groaned at the dull aching throb in my pussy, and the raw primal desire that was ripping through my body. I wanted it all. I wanted him to take the last part me, right now.

  I pulled away, panting and looking up at his gorgeous face.

  “I want—” I stammered. “I want you to take it,” I whispered. “I want you to take me.”

  He groaned as he pulled me up to his mouth, his lips claiming mine as his tongue slipped inside. I moaned as he kissed fiercely, hands roaming my body and his big dick pressing into my soft belly. I gasped as his hand moved lower, down between my legs, and when he ran a thick finger over my soaked panties, I cried out.

  “You want to feel me fill this tight little pussy with my big cock, is that it, princess?” He said it with an edge to his voice, his fingers pressing deep into the soaked front of my panties.

  I cried out again, nodding.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  I whimpered, moaning into his mouth as the filthy words teased through me.

  “I— I want you to—”

  “Tell me what you want, little Princess.”

  I took a shaky breath, the desire for this man exploding out of me like a wildfire.

  “I want you to fill my pussy up with your huge cock,” I whispered.

  Logan roared, and I shrieked as he suddenly picked me up in his arms like I weighed nothing at all. His powerful hands cupped my ass, bringing me up to his mouth as I gasped in shock and pleasure. A hand came up to yank my panties off with a snapping sound, shredding them from my body and tossing them away.

  I was seriously going to need more underwear around this man.

  I shrieked in pleasure as his powerful arms lifted me up and against his mouth, his wet tongue pushing deep inside my pussy. My eyes rolled back in my head and I gasped for air, clawing at the wall above my bed as he held me firmly, lifted in the air with my legs on his shoulders and my pussy right on his lips. Fingers dug into my ass and my thighs as his tongue pushed deep, tasting my slickness as he groaned loudly. He moved his tongue up, curling it over my clit and making me almost scream as he teased me mercilessly.

  My breath came in gasps, and his hands tightened on my body. As his tongue swirled around my clit, I suddenly shattered for him.

  I did scream this time, the orgasm tearing out of me as I came against his mouth. My beast growled, slurping loudly and tonguing me hungrily before he slowly let me slide down his chest.

  I panted, my head spinning before he took my mouth again with his, kissing me fiercely. HIs hands on my ass slid around, and I moaned as I felt his fingers stroke against my dripping wet pussy.

  I knew what came next, and I wanted it so badly.

  Logan’s powerful arms lifted me slightly, and I gasped as I felt the thick head of his cock resting against my opening.

  “I’m going to go as slow as I can, beautiful,” he groaned, his jaw tight. “You’re on top, so you’re in control.”

  “What if I want you in control?”

  He groaned. “Trust that I will be,” he growled. “But for the first part, I want you to take it how you want. And then?”

  His eyes narrowed and his lips pulled back from his teeth.

  “But then I’m going to take you, and there’s no fucking way I’ll be able to restrain the beast.”

  I whimpered, kissing him hungrily as I felt his cock push against my virginal slit. Slowly, I started to push down.

  The moan tore from my lips as I felt his enormous head begin to stretch me open. I was dripping wet and leaking down his shaft, which I knew was going to help him fit inside. His eyes flashed, his jaw was grinding tight, and his arms muscles strained as he fought to hold back from what I’m sure was a powerful need to grab me and yank me down onto him.

  Slowly, the cries whimpering from my mouth, I started to sink down onto him. I was worried for a second about him hurting me — worried that the beast inside would take control and just impale me.

  Logan seemed to sense this, because I felt his tight grip on my hips loosen. One hand came up to my cheek.

  “You’re in control, Isla,” he groaned.

  I pushed down, and let out a cry of pleasure as his cock slowly filled me, inch by thick inch. I gasped for air, my eyes wide as the huge shaft slid inside. I felt so incredibly full and stretched, and he wasn’t even all the way inside! I gasped as I pushed down, letting my knees bend further as I sank down on the enormous shaft as it eased inside of me. My head spun with the intense sensations, my insides clenching as the thick, pulsating cock slid deep. I shuddered and shivered as I coaxed myself further down, the friction of his shaft rubbing against the hard nub of my clit and making my head spin.

  And then finally, he was entirely inside of me. I moaned, my whole body shivering in ecstasy as I felt every damn inch of him pulsing thickly inside of me.

  Logan groaned, his hands moving back to grab my hips tightly, his tongue and lips moving to tease my nipples. I panted, feeling so full but aching for more. Slowly, I raised up, whispering at the feel of him sliding out before I sank back down, feeling him sheath inside of me again.

  “Fuck, just like that, little princess,” he growled, his lips fastening on my nipple, his tongue swirling over it. His cock pulsed as his hands tightened on me. Slowly, I could feel him take over. Slowly, as we moved, I could feel his own arms moving me up and down his big dick more than I was.

  And I let go and let him take over completely.

  I cried out as he started to move us faster, bouncing me up and down on his big cock and grinding his hips up to meet me in on every stroke. I was lost in the raw power of him, lost in the feelings trembling through me as this man — this gorgeous beast of a man — claimed me as his own.

  Suddenly, with a growl, he grabbed me and spun us around. I gasped as my back hit the bed, my legs tight around his muscled hips, his cock never leaving the tight confines of my pussy. I moaned loudly as he drove deep inside, his masculine groans sizzling through my ears as he started thrusting in and out of me. His hand found my wrists, pinning them above my head. His eyes locked on mine before his lips crashed into mine. I moaned into that kiss, rocking my hips to meet his deep thrusts, my whole world melting around me as the pleasure consumed me.

  His huge cock drove into me again and again, his huge hands pinning me to the bed, his mouth moving to my neck and biting and sucking the skin there. I felt completely dominated by him, my legs spread wide and up in the air as this beast of a man claimed me. I could feel his heavy balls slapping my ass, his thick head stretching me wide, the muscles of his chest rubbing over my nipples.

  He pulled away from my neck and caught my eyes, both of us inches apart and breathing the same air as he slid in harder and deeper.

  I was going to come soon, and I was going to come hard. I was going to shatter for the very first time with a man inside of me — and not just any man, this man. This dark, tortured, dominating, beast of a man. And I knew I’d never want anything else but him.

  “This is everything,” he growled, as if reading my thoughts. “You’re my everything, Princess.” He moved to kiss me, his tongue sliding over mine as our bodies rocked together higher and higher.

  “They’ll tell us we can’t,” I gaped.

  “Fuck them.”

  “They’ll say this can’t happen.”

  “Let them say it to my face,” he snarled. “Because you’re mine now. You’re all mine, forever.”

  “Yours,” I squealed, feeling his thick cock throbbing as he drove deep inside. “I’m all yours!”

  “Always,” he groaned.

  “Always” I gasped.

  “I want you as my queen, Princess,” he growled into my ear, his hips slamming into mine and making me whimper in pleasure and this uncontrollable swelling feeling of love at his words.

  “You mean…”

  “Of course I mean,” he growled into my lips. “I’m going to make yo
u my wife, and my queen, and then?”

  I cried out as every enormous inch of him buried inside me in one body shivering thrust.

  “And then, I’m going to make you the mother of my children.”

  And that’s when I started to fall.

  That’s when I felt myself letting go, and felt everything start to explode.

  “Come for me, Princess,” he groaned, biting the skin of my neck and driving in deep. “That tight, perfect, sweet little pussy belongs to me now, and I want to feel it come all over my big cock.”

  My back arched off the bed, the scream caught in my throat, and I shattered.

  “Come for me, my love.”

  The scream tore from my throat as the orgasm ripped through me like a hurricane. His hands let go of my wrists, and my hands flew to his neck, clutching him close and crying out into his chest as I came again and again.

  Logan roared as he drove every inch of his monster cock inside of me. I felt it swell up, and suddenly, I could feel it. He bellowed as he came, his cock throbbing and pulsing deep inside as I felt the warm sticky jets of his cum fill me to the brim. His lips found mine, and he kissed me fiercely as he rocked inside, pumping into me until I was sure I would pass out from the pleasure blowing through me.

  He didn’t pull out when he was done, he just reached up with one finger and lifted my trembling, gasping face to his.

  “Mine,” he growled.

  “All yours,” I whispered back.

  Epilogue

  Logan

  I walked into the ball that night at King Lucian’s palace looking for the quickest way out, so I could slink away back to my darkness. I walked in there a man on the brink, about to lose the last of my humanity forever.

  Instead? Well, instead, I found the light.

  I found her. And through my Princess, I was saved.

  The curse lifted that night, up in her room at the top of that tower under the glowing full moon. When I was young, and stupid, I’d been punished for chasing fleeting beauty, for looking for temporary escape in the arms of a stranger. I’d lost myself after that. I’d forgotten who I was, because I was convinced it was the nail in my coffin. I’d considered it the worst thing to ever happen to me

  I’m not so sure anymore. Because however dark and bleak those years were, that fucking curse led me to Isla. And for that? Well, for that, it may as well have been the best damn thing to ever happen to me.

  I found redemption in her arms that night, because there was nothing fleeting about my beautiful Princess. That was for always — hell, I knew that the second I saw her. But making her mine that night, and claiming her as my own, and promising her everything? Well, that was the key to it all. That was how I broke free of the curse that’d dogged me for years.

  I can’t say “the beast” disappeared that night, because that’s not true. A monster did, that’s for sure. The anger and the blinding rage and the hate that’d filled me for years did go away that night. But the beast? Well, the beast I kept.

  For her.

  Because my princess loves bringing him out in me, and damn does she love when he breaks free and comes after her.

  The morning after that night was interesting, I’ll say that. I’d wanted to walk down hand-in-hand with her and face her father like a man. Isla had assured me that was the noblest thing she’d ever heard, she just wasn’t quite on board with the “hi mom and dad I just lost my virginity last night. Good morning!” aspect of it.

  Fair enough.

  And besides, I looked like a fucking wreck, since I’d been up the entire night putting my hands and tongue on every fucking inch of her, and fucking her until neither of us could move.

  Instead, stealing kisses on my way and even bending her over and making her come once more on my tongue, I slunk away out the secret passage and made myself scarce by the side entrance to the castle grounds.

  …Which is where I caught Magnus, Cade, and fucking Caspian, looking as sleepless as me.

  But, those are stories for another day.

  The second I got home, changes were made. I called together the entire household staff, apologized for my bullshit over the last few years, and doubled all their pay. I tore the dark curtains off my chamber windows, and finally allowed my poor housekeeper to have at my dump of a room.

  I showered. I shaved. I dressed like the damn king I was.

  And then I went right back to Avlion. I went right back to Lucian’s palace, sent word that I needed an audience, and marched right into his offices upon admittance.

  I told him everything. I told him his daughter was the light I’d been waiting for. I promised him the curse had been real, but that it was gone now. I swore on everything in this world and the next to do whatever it took to prove to him that I was the man for his daughter, and that I’d give her the world on a platter for the rest of her life.

  Well, okay, I didn’t tell him everything. I figured it was prudent to leave out the part about taking her virginity the night before.

  There was doubt, and I accepted that. After all, I’d spent years digging this reputation for myself as a total monster. And hell, it’s not like I had such a noble reputation before the curse either.

  But through Isla, I’d seen the man I needed to be. For myself. For my kingdom.

  For her.

  In the end, I think that’s what got through to him. That and Queen Jessica, at his side as always, elbowing him sharply in the ribs and hissing at him to quit scowling at me.

  We were married a week later. Fuck waiting. I’d been waiting for her my whole damn life.

  She came back to Torsund with me a queen, and the whole damn kingdom seemed to light up the second she stepped foot into it. The people were crazy about her, the palace staff adored her, and I loved her as hard as I could.

  And I always let the beast out of it’s cage behind our chamber doors whenever she asked for it, which was often.

  So if you’re looking for a happy ever after, this is what I can give you: a curse lifted, a heart mended, and queen to complete me, along with the son she ended up bearing me forty weeks to the damn day of the night I took her for the first time.

  I’d been an idiot in my youth. Then a monster for longer than I wish to dwell on. But now, I was the man I’d always been meant to be. He just need to find his princess first.

  And now? Now we’re getting ready for a ball of our own. You see, there’s another wedding about to happen. I wasn’t the only one who found something he was expecting that night. And tonight, we were going to toast to another happy ending. Tonight we’d toast to—

  Well, like I said, maybe that’s a fairy tale for another day.

  The End

  Stealing Beauty

  She’s been mine from the second I saw her. Tonight, I’ll make sure everyone knows that.

  The tabloids call me “Prince Magnum,” and it’s not because I’ve got a big kingdom.

  A royal “suitor’s ball”, full of single, untouched female royalty, should be a buffet for a man like me. It doesn’t matter what a woman’s bloodline is -- once I’ve set my sights on her, she’ll be on her knees in minutes.

  But that’s before I walk in and lock eyes with her. Princess Imogen.

  She’s sweet and untouched, with eyes that beg me to take her and innocence that’s just waiting to be claimed. Once I’ve seen her, nothing is going to stop me from taking what’s mine…

  And Imogen will be mine.

  A “suitor’s ball” to find her a husband, huh?

  F*ck that.

  She’s been mine and only mine since the minute I laid eyes on her. And tonight, I’m going to make this princess my queen.

  *Please note that each of the Possessing Beauty books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers.

  Stealing Beauty is a quick and filthy modern fairytale involving an utterly obsessed alpha hero and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to give you the vapors. If you love ov
er-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!

  Chapter 1

  Imogen

  I took a shaky breath, my green eyes meeting my own gaze in the mirror. My lip quivered, and I could see the nervousness playing out in a pink blush across my cheeks. I took another breath, clenching my fists by my sides and closing my eyes. I’d been dreading that night for weeks, and now it was here.

  The ball. Specifically, the ball my father, King Lucian of Avlion was throwing for all “eligible bachelors and bachelorettes” across the kingdoms, now that he’d finally decided that his daughters were ready for marriage.

  Heck, or dating even, since neither myself nor my sisters had really done any of that either. And I was twenty.

  I knew my father meant the best for us — not letting his eighteen, twenty, and twenty-one year old daughters seek partners until now wasn’t some show of old-fashioned customs like my little sister Isla always said. He was really just protecting us, and giving us the time to have a proper view of the world before we started looking for someone to share our lives with. And besides that, most princes had horrid reputations as foul, filthy-mouthed womanizers.

  But that night should have been something I’d looked forward to, not secretly cringed about. After all, my parents had invited all sorts of princes from the neighboring kingdoms, including the absolutely dreamy Prince Chester of Montagne. I’d be an idiot to think I was the only single princess that had eyes on him, but he’d written my father three times over the last few weeks, mentioning how excited he was for the dance and to meet me.

  I know, I know. Believe me, I understand how out of touch it seemed in the modern world of cellphones and Facebook and snapchat to be throwing balls for princes and princesses to meet at, but hey, that's the word I was born into, and as much as Isla, and even my older sister, Ilana, poo-poo-ed the royal life we lived, I actually liked it.