The Beast In The Castle

by Daniella Wright

  I laugh out humorlessly. “That’s why I’m not going to add your line into my store, besides the fact that you’re high maintenance. You choose pleasure over business, which is a turn-off, Amelia.” her jaw drops open, shocked that I’m turning down free sex, and honestly, I’m surprising myself as well, but I know I’m making the right choice. I’m an asshole, but I never play games with the woman I’m with and the only woman I want beneath me tonight is the woman who is rapidly walking away from my sight right at this current moment. “I can’t do this right now, Amelia. Just know that if you want people to respect your line, you have to respect yourself first.”

  With those parting words, I wander off in the direction the woman went in. Entering the mansion, which is owned by one of the charity’s board directors, I take a deep breath and follow the girl's scent upstairs. Everyone is outside right now, so the building it quiet and empty.

  Perfect.

  “I knew you were watching me, handsome.” a feminine voice rings out in the hallway as the woman who has caught my attention leans against the doorframe of a bedroom with a knowing smirk on her face. “I was worried you didn’t see what direction I was going, considering you were having a pretty intense conversation with the blonde girl you were with. Please tell me she’s not your girlfriend or wife because I don’t do men who are taken.”

  I cough to cover up my laugh and shake my head at her. “She’s an associate.”

  She narrows her eyes at me. “That could be true, but just because she isn’t your wife or girlfriend, doesn’t mean you don’t have one.”

  Now I can’t help the laugh that slips out. “No wife or girlfriend. Well, unless you’re talking about my dog, Minnie. I’ve been told many times in the past that we fight like an old married couple, but we always make up before bedtime so she can cuddle by my feet.”

  She chuckles softy. “You’re cute and funny?” she shakes her head. “There has to be something wrong with you. No one looks that perfect and has a good personality too. Aren’t you going to ask about the guy I came here with?”

  I shrug. “I know everything I need to. He’s not your boyfriend, or your husband, because if he was, you wouldn’t have been eye-fucking me all night, silently taunting me to come chase after you.” her eyes blaze with heat, but I’m not done yet. “And even if he was your boyfriend, it wouldn’t have stopped me from pursuing you. There’s something so familiar and hypnotizing about you. I feel as if I’m under your spell and never want to wake up to reality.”

  “I had a feeling you were a charmer.” she comments, but the way her lips curve up slightly tells me she likes what I said. “I knew you’ll try to talk to me tonight and attempt to seduce me.” she grins and tilts her head to the side. “That’s why I left my date and told him things weren’t working out. I wanted to give you all my attention.”

  “What else do you know about me?” I ask, my pulse racing just by talking to her.

  She chuckles. “I know enough from watching you tonight. I know you have been staring at me from the moment you laid eyes on me tonight. I know that every time our gazes crossed, your member twitched in your pants. And, you know what else I know?” she gestures me to come to her with her index finger and when I do, she grabs the front of my shirt and pulls my face down towards hers until we’re only a breath apart. She licks her lips and I can’t help but follow the movement. “I know you want me. Question is…are you going to do something about it?”

  This time, I can’t contain my growl and it rips out of my throat as I grab her and throw her over my shoulder. Slamming the door to the room behind us, I place her down on the ground, but before she can take a single step, I back her against the door and ravage her sassy little mouth with mine.

  She moans against my mouth and I deepen the kiss, my shaft stiffening when she hops up and wraps her legs around my waist. I reach down and do what I’ve been dying to do all night—I grab her ample ass and grind myself against her covered mound.

  “What’s your name, beautiful?” I ask her in-between kisses, dying to know her name.

  “Fay.” she whispers and pulls back slightly. Her blue eye stare intently into mine, and my heart begins to beat rapidly. I feel my bear roar with pleasure at hearing her name and it’s at this moment I realize why I’m so enthralled by Fay...she’s my mate. Her eyes soften, as if sensing my inner turmoil, and she caresses my cheek softly. “What’s your name, handsome?”

  I swallow past the lump in the throat and try to calm my racing heart. The reality that I found my mate, the other half of me, both excites me and freaks me the fuck out. My father lost it when my mother died and I vowed to never fall in love, so I’ll never experience the pain he went through, but now that I found her, I don’t know what I should do. Should I walk away now, before one of us ends up getting hurt? Or do I stay with the only woman who has made my head dizzy with want and causes my heart to race with hope?

  After a moment, my bear and I both agree we cannot turn our backs on our mate.

  We need to claim her as ours.

  I kiss Fay softly now and let our noses touch in affection. I’ve just met this girl and already my beast has calmed and I feel at peace with myself. “My name is Hudson. Remember that name, because I’m about to make you scream it in a second.”

  Fay smirks and bites my lip in defiance, eyes sparkling in humor. “Bring it on, handsome. I think you have finally met your match.”

  I laugh. “You have no idea, beautiful.”

  Fay

  Hudson pushes me onto the bed and removes his shirt. I take a minute to ogle his muscled chest and arms, finding it hot that underneath that expensive designer suit he was wearing, he’s covered in tattoos. He has dozens of them all over his arms, back, and chest, but the tattoo that catches my attention the most is the bear claw on his right bicep. I reach out and trace the tattoo.

  “Bears are my favorite animals.” I’m not sure why I tell him this little fact about myself, considering we’re not going to see each other after this night, but for some reason I do, and I’m happy I did; especially when Hudson grins widely at me.

  “I’m pleased by that.” he crawls towards me on the bed and I sit up to remove my dress. When it’s off, I allow his eyes to roam all over my body and I know from the gleam in his eyes not to cover myself with my hands because he would just rip them away so he could continue to eat me up with his eyes.

  I’m a curvy girl, with large breasts, thick—yet toned—thighs, and a plentiful ass. My waist is small, but my hips are anything but. Men have told me that I’m beautiful in the past, but watching Hudson’s eyes darken with lust as he examines my body, I definitely believe their words now. “I can’t believe I’ve found you.” My brows furrow in confusion and he chuckles. “Never mind. Now, take off your bra and I’ll assist you out of your panties.”

  I smirk. “That’s mighty kind of you.”

  Hudson shrugs as he rips my thong in two. I gasp at him, pissed that he ripped my favorite silk thong apart, and he chuckles with amusement. The caveman. “It’s a hard job, but someone has to do it.”

  “Is that the only thing that’s hard right now?” I ask, as I reach down and grab the belt on his pants, tugging him to me. I unbuckle it and have his pants off in less than a minute. He helps me remove his pants and I reach inside his boxer-briefs, grip his stiff swollen shaft, and proceed to massage his long and thick length in my hand. Hudson groans and I smirk, loving the power I have over him right now. “It seems that something here is hard as well, but I think I can fix that. Would that be okay, Hudson?” I ask, blinking at him with fake innocence. “Would you like for me to make the ache go away?”

  “Fuck yes.” Hudson grinds out through his teeth and makes a weird growling noise.

  It’s the same sound I’ve been hearing him make from the moment we finally started talking to each other. It’s animalistic, raw, and for some reason, it’s turning me on. Damn, I didn’t mean for that thought to rhyme, but at the same time, it’s a pretty
good one. I can probably write a poem about how nice Hudson’s shaft is, but I think that would be a little weird.

  I go to the edge of the bed and climb off, making sure to give Hudson my back so he can admire my magnificent ass. When he makes that growling noise again, I grin and get onto my knees on the floor, and turn my body around so I’m now facing the bed sheets. “Come and sit on the edge of the bed, Hudson. I’ll kiss your ache and make it go away.”

  Hudson comes over to the edge of the bed and his beautiful chocolate brown eyes heat up once I settle myself between his legs and grip his shaft into my hand again. “God, I love when you touch me.” he mutters out, eyes glazing over with need. “Hopefully that sexy as hell mouth of yours has another use besides being a smart-ass.”

  I smile. “Challenge accepted. I hope you’re prepared to scream my name, Hudson. I promise it’s going to be the only thing you remember in a moment.” I say, echoing his words from earlier.

  I tilt my head down and take Hudson fully into my mouth until the tip of him hits the back of my throat. I make sure to breath through my nose, so I don’t gag, and I relax my throat—loving the feeling of him in my mouth.

  Hudson groans, grabs my long, red hair into his hands, and pulls hard enough to make me whimper. But the pain is causing my body to grow wet with pleasure, so I endure his tugging, moaning my need every time he tugs on it roughly.

  Hudson guides my head up and down his swollen shaft and when his body begins to shake with his upcoming orgasm, he pulls my head back, and his swollen shaft leaves my mouth with an audible pop. He pulls me off my knees and throws me once again on the bed.

  I’m about to chew him out for throwing me like a rag-doll when my eyes meet his and widen. His eyes are dilated and are focused solely on me. He’s no longer smiling and has a serious expression on his face. When he climbs onto the bed, he grabs my right ankle, and pulls on it until my body slides down the bed towards him.

  He has a condom in his hand now—probably grabbing it after he threw me on the bed—and he rolls it on himself, slowly, so I enjoy the show. He nudges my legs apart and grabs one of my legs from under my knee, bringing my leg up to my chest so he’s spreading me wide enough my wet core feels the chill in the air.

  Then, after he has me waiting with desire for several long moments, he thrusts his swollen shaft inside of my wet channel and, as he predicted, he makes me scream his name over and over again, until my voice is hoarse from that action alone.

  “I’ll save my voice, if I were you, Fay.” Hudson comments as he thrusts into me brutally and passionately. “I intend to make you scream my name many, many times tonight. And once you’ve had time to relax and come down, I’m going to fuck you again. And again.” Hudson’s eyes darken as he speaks and he’s beginning to growl again. Why the hell is that sound so fucking hot? “And then, after I’m done with you, we’re going out to get some breakfast and I’m going to know everything about you. Every. Fucking. Thing.” He pumps into me hard after he grinds out each word and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

  All too soon, I’m coming around Hudson and he speeds up his movement until he’s falling over the edge with me with a loud cry. We collapse on the bed and Hudson kisses my forehead before he goes to dispose of the condom. When he comes back, he pulls the blankets up—until we’re both covered—and then he grabs me from around the waist and crushes my back against his front.

  We relax for a few minutes in silence, but it’s not an awkward one, it’s actually pleasant.

  My eyes nearly jump out of my head when I feel his thickening member behind me. “You’re ready to go again? But...you just came.” I say, breaking the silence.

  Hudson chuckles and begins nibbling my sensitive neck, causing me to arch my back against him, my bottom brushing against his aching member as I do. I’m out of breath in less than a minute and Hudson parts my legs, pushing his shaft back inside of my already wet center for round two.

  “You’ll figure out soon that I have a very good stamina.” he bites my neck, hard, and I know he left a mark on me. Again I say, what a caveman. Pushing in and out of me, he slows his movements and kisses my neck again. “And you seem to have a spell on me because my dick won’t stay down when you’re around. So, enjoy the ride.”

  I close my eyes, smiling, and do as he says.

  I enjoy the ride.

  ~*~

  Keith

  I watch as the girl leaves the estate in the same clothes she was wearing last night, her heels dangling in one hand, while some kind of ripped article of clothing is in the other. She glances around the grounds, checking to see if anyone is around to see her do the walk-of-shame, and when she’s confident no one is watching her, she runs towards the gate and leaves the grounds.

  Stupid girl. She was so confident that no one was around to see her leave, but she was wrong.

  I quickly follow the girl off the property and when she’s safely behind the wheel of her car, she speeds away, not even checking to see if anyone is following her, which I am currently doing. Humans are such weak and pathetic creatures. They never know when they’re in danger until they’re staring at death in the eyes, begging for mercy, before they’re slaughtered like pigs.

  Although, this woman is pretty enough that I wouldn’t kill her quickly, like I do the others. No, this one I would play with for a few days. And then, only when she begs for me to kill her, would I grant her, her last wish and slit her throat with a sharp blade.

  I smirk at the thought of Royce’s face as we kill the one woman who could give him everything he has ever wanted in life. Too bad for her, she’s definitely his mate, which means she needs to be taken out and soon.

  An incoming call comes and I click the button on my Bluetooth earpiece to answer the call. I might be a bear shifter, but a bad enough car accident can kill me, depending on where I’m wounded. I’m a psychopath, but I’m not an idiot.

  “Keith.” I bark out in greeting.

  Javier, my boss and leader, is the one that responds back. “Is she his mate?”

  I chuckle. “She has to be. I’ve never seen Royce so bend out of shape for a girl. I bugged the room they fucked in last night and overheard him say that after they were done he was going to take her out to breakfast so he could learn everything about her.”

  Javier laughs and I can’t help but join along. “That’s rich, but are you sure this girl isn’t just some random girl Royce is smitten with? I don’t like humans, but at the same time, there’s no need to piss him off unless this girl is actually his mate.”

  I smirk, amused that my boss hasn’t found out about the other human girls I have taken out in the past when they slept with Royce. “Royce doesn’t do relationships, boss, so she has to be his mate. That, or she was a fucking good lay. And from the sounds of them going at it last night, she has to be. Which brings me to this topic: when I capture the girl, can I have a few hours to play with her? I promise to leave a big mess for Royce to find when I do. He won’t know what to do with himself when he finds her and realizes he wasn’t able to keep his precious mate safe.”

  Javier hums his approval. “You’re one sick bastard, Keith, but what the fuck? You have my approval. Just make sure you clean up after yourself so Royce doesn’t find out it was our clan who killed her, understood?”

  “Got it, boss. Later.”

  I hang up and watch as the girl stops at a beautiful brownstone house and exits her car in a rush. I continue to examine her as she enters her place and locks the door behind her. Memorizing the street address and her house number, I turn my car around and drive home. I have a few things to do before I can come for the girl. Plus, it’ll be good for Royce to get closer to the girl before I come take her away.

  That way, when I kill her, it’ll hurt Royce that much more.

  Revenge is sweet.

  ~*~

  Fay

  “Are you excited about today?” Gavin asks as he holds the door open for me to walk pass. I turn my thoughts away from
Hudson, and my guilt for leaving him that night, and glance around at where we are.

  I stare in awe at all the amazing clothes in the store. Bare Essentials is one of the biggest fashion boutiques in Chicago. I’ve been dreaming of having my clothes featured here, or even showing a collection in one of their fashion shows that they have every year and this year is finally my year.

  One of the co-owners of the boutique, Mr. Royce, has a sales associate who so happens to be my best friend, Gavin. Gavin showed Mr. Royce my designs and then called me the next day saying that his boss wanted to meet with me and was interested in my clothes. Can you believe it?

  I should have Googled the man, to learn all I could about him so I know what I’m up against, but I felt weird looking up a potential boss. I don’t think it’s fair that I can Google him and know all about him and his life but he can’t do the same for me. Doesn’t seem right, so I’m taking a chance to learn about him the old-fashion way, meeting him and getting to know Mr. Royce the person and not Mr. Royce, my maybe future employer.

  I nod my head at Gavin, realizing I have yet to answer his question. “I’m extremely excited, but I’m also about to piss on myself.” Gavin laughs and I sigh. “I’m serious, Gavin. I’m freaking out and, thanks to that lemonade we picked up on our way here, my bladder is about to explode.”

  Gavin scrunches his nose and shakes his head. “Eww! That’s too much information, Fay.” Gavin laughs. “Go to the bathroom before Mr. Royce comes in for the day. It’s down that hallway and it’s the first door on the right.

  I nod my head and run to the bathroom. When I get to the hallway, however, I forget which door Gavin told me is the bathroom. I glance at both doors and sigh. “Let’s see what’s behind door number one.” I say in my best game show voice and open the left door. I instantly know I chose the wrong door when I see a man sitting behind a desk, staring off into space. His eyes glance in my direction when I open the door and my mouth falls open. “Son of a bitch.”