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His Beast

Mila’s POV

His lips are firm as he kisses me with violent desperation. I start to feel lightheaded as he moves his hands back down my back, and I can’t help the way I grind down against him. The small sparks from his touch are making me want so much more. My whole body feels like it’s slowly catching fire and yet I need more of his warmth. So much more.

The wind is knocked out of me for a whole other reason when he flips us over and dives in to kiss me without skipping a beat. In my head, I know this isn’t a normal thing for us to be doing, given the fact that this morning I tore him a new one for being rude to another girl. It’s the fact that he’s technically my boss and I don’t know a thing about him. I’m not someone who hookup with random guys, but I can’t seem to help myself. His touch is making em ache for more, like I can’t go another second if I don’t have more of him.

Why is this feeling so intense?

He breaks away from our kiss and treats a trail down the side of my neck as he grinds down against me. The feeling of his hard-on against my already throbbing center. My body is begging for him and it’s killing me. We have so much clothes still between us. I tuck my hand under his suit jacket and run my hands over the firm muscles of his chest, but I go still when I feel something sticky on his shirt. That’s when I realize that he’s hurt and we shouldn’t be doing this.

“Wait.” I say a little too breathlessly and push at his chest.

He pushes himself up so he can look down at me better and looks confused by my sudden shift. “What?”

“You’re hurt, remember?” I tell him. “We can’t do this if you’re hurt.”

He glances down at where he’s injured, but doesn’t move away from me to check it. Instead, he looks back at me and smirks.

“You think a small stab wound is going to stop me when I’m this hard?” He asks, sounding totally serious.

“What? No!” I try to push him off me, but he grabs my arms and traps them over my head.

"As I said, there’s no stopping now," he murmurs, his words brushing against my lips before he seals them with a kiss that steals all my protests away. It's a kiss that ignites a fire within me, a toe-curling, electric connection that I'm helpless to resist.

His mouth melds with mine, his tongue brushing against my lower lip, a silent invitation for me to open up to him. But I can't give in so easily, not when he's injured and reckless. I don't want to be responsible if his condition worsens. Despite my inner turmoil, my resolve falters when he bites my lip, a mix of pleasure and pain that elicits an involuntary gasp, granting him the opening he desired. The sparks, those tantalizing sensations that draw me to him, intensify, making it difficult to muster the strength to fight this irresistible pull.

Hold on, Mila.

Wait!

Somehow, the intenseness of this moment had made me forget what my powers are.

I slide my hand down his chest again until my hand covers his injury. My hand rests there, and I push a great deal of my power into healing the wound. I’ve never healed a wound this bad, but if we are going to do this, I won’t let him be hurt. So I focus on that power inside me and feel him stiffen under my touch. He breaks our kiss and looks down at where my hand is stitching his body back together.

"W-what the fuck?" he breathes, his voice laced with disbelief. "Are you—"

“Healing you? I am.” I admit. “I can’t go forward without making sure you’re okay.”

“That is quite the power. People would kill to have you in their arsenal.” He says, and all the heat that had been coursing through me moments ago is extinguished by a chilling realization.

My heart constricts at his words, icy tendrils of fear snaking through me. His words unveil a stark truth—I possess a power that could be wielded as a soft weapon, a tool for manipulation. All the heat that had been coursing through me moments ago is extinguished by a chilling realization.

My widening eyes and cold touch seem to have alerted him to the turmoil brewing within me, and he regards me with confusion. The atmosphere that once crackled with tension now seems to have shifted, the allure of the moment giving way to apprehension.

"This was a mistake," I stammer, my voice trembling as I attempt to push him away once again.

This time he lets me and he rolls over and pushes himself to sit up against the red satin covered head board. I, on the other hand, try my best to cover myself in the jacket I’m wearing, but it wouldn’t take much to convince people what we’ve been doing in here.

“What’s going on? Why the sudden change?” He asks from behind me.

I glance back over my shoulder, my gaze inadvertently drawn to the view of his still prominent arousal beneath his slacks. For a fleeting moment, I'm tempted to ask if he's in pain, but the question feels too intimate, too raw for this moment.

“Mila?” My eyes snap up to his face and he has a serious expression on his face.

"Yes?" I respond, my own voice quivering slightly under his scrutiny.

"Come here," he commands, his tone laced with authority, a magnetism that pulls me back to him.

I could say no, but it’s as if there is a thread between us and he’s tugged it so hard that I can’t help but move toward him. It would have been sexier if I crawled to him across the bed, but since I don’t know where things are going now, I decide to climb down off the bed and walk around it to stand next to him. He looks up at me and then down at his shirt as he slowly unbuttons it. My eyes follow the motion until the last button is undone, and he pulls the shirt the rest of the way off, leaving his toned chest and stomach on display.

A second later, he wraps a hand around my wrist and tugs me forward until I’m close enough that he can pull my hand and place it over his injury. He leads my hand across the area, but all I feel is smooth skin and the tense way his muscles are bunched up.

“See? You healed me.” He says.

I look back at him and see a smirk that I’m quickly associating with him now on his lips.

“So there is nothing else stopping me from having you. Right. Now.” He turns himself sideways just enough to grab me by the waist and lift me onto his lap.

The move is so sudden that I make a sound of surprise and grab onto his shoulders to keep myself from crashing too hard down on him. It’s a crazy display of how strong he is, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed.

One of his hands wraps around the back of my neck and his fingers tighten in my hair, holding me in place. He pulls me closer so that we’re face to face and his eyes lock with mine. That flare of light in his eyes appears again and I can feel the rush of electricity go straight down my spine, making me arch into him. My mouth opens in a silent cry and he takes advantage of this new position to kiss and suck on my neck.

“Fuck you’re beautiful.” He says.

His voice sounds a little choked, and he lets out a long groan when my body shakes from whatever he just did to me.

“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to control myself.” He warns, but I’m in some sort of daze and can barely register what he’s saying.

All I can feel are the aftershocks of the amazing sensation I just had and how badly I want to feel it again. I can’t help but rock myself over his lap because his erection feels so good and is helping the fire inside me build again.

“Fuck.” He hisses and then he’s rolling us again so that my back is on the bed and he’s hovering over me.

He dives down and takes my lips so hard that I taste a familiar metallic taste. Except this time the taste is associated with pleasure, not pain. I’m gasping when he breaks our kiss and moves off the bed. I lift myself up on my elbows and watch as he reaches down to his pants and undoes them until I see the white of his boxers. His pants hit the ground, and he doesn’t wait longer before he hooks his thumbs into the band of his boxers and pulls them down too. My eyes move down his body until I see everything, and my eyes go wide.

“Wow.” is all I manage to get out before he’s moving back to the bed and grabbing the buttons of the jacket I’m wearing.

He pulls it open, exposing the loose fabric of my shirt. My shirt is torn off with one tug and he pushes the jacket away, exposing my body to him. His eyes take me in and his eyes darken at the sight of me. My face grows hot and I have an urge to cover up, but when I try to, he growls low in his chest.

“Don’t. Don’t hide from me.” My hands drop away and I let him continue to look me over.

My insecurities are on full blast now, and the urge to run away is growing by the second. Would he come after me if I did?


Julian’s POV

I can feel my powers flaring up inside me again.

Mila’s eyes move over my body and it only makes me crave her when her hazel eyes nearly turn black.

My wolf gasps

It is strange that he seldom do this.

“Mate.”

No way. She is a human, but

My control snaps and I stomp over to the bed and climb over her.

I move onto my knees so I can get rid of her clothes as well. When I pull the jacket she’s wearing open, there is a small area of fabric from her ruined shirt covering her.

One good pull and the ruined fabric comes off, exposing her fully to me.

I suck in a breath at the sight of her. She’s stunning and the way her neck and chest turn slightly pink along with her face…it makes her look even more beautiful.

She’s thinner than most of the girls I’ve been with, and that has my protective instincts kicking into gear. Why is she not eating enough? Is someone starving her? A boyfriend maybe?

That last thought makes me see red and I take my anger out on the rest of the clothes she’s wearing. I cut the fabric of her pants off with a single claw, making her gasp in shock.

Once she’s naked in front of me, I drink in every part of her.

My inner beast growls at the feast in front of him.

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