Page 66 of The HellBeast's Soul

“Cooked for my council, and yeah, Smidge is a chick but I never dated her, so it doesn’t count in my book.” I grinned at that.

“So, you and Smidge never even…” At this he shot me a look of horror and said,

“No! No way.” My look must have said it all as I frowned at him.

“Don’t get me wrong, Red, Smidge is a great girl, but she is more like a sister to me and well, seeing as she’s in love with my best friend and he is in love with her, then it is, and always has been the friend-zone for us both.”

I wanted to ask why Marcus and Smidge never got it on, but I found myself asking something else instead.

“And Orth, did he feel the same way?”

“Oh right, I know where this is coming from,” he said, ignoring the question and making his own assumptions. One that ended up being true, when he added,

“1799, right?”

“Okay, fine, you got me. Yes, Smidge happened to mention about your brother but come on, you can’t blame me for being curious about what happened there.”

“Can’t blame you for a lot of things, babe, but still, that’s not exactly my story to tell.”

“What? Not even to your wife to be?” I added with a flutter of my lashes, running my fingertip along my cleavage, making his eyes glow with the kind of heat I knew was born from arousal. And once again…

He put his foot down.

“You know, I think you’re only supposed to carry me over the threshold once we are actually married,” I teased as he carried me inside the cabin, with my shoes dangling from my fingers. But instead of stopping once inside, he took me straight up the stairs and I couldn’t help but grin.

“My oh my, someone is eager, aren’t they?” I commented, making him growl,

“Beautiful dress, babe, but I have spent the night counting down the minutes until I could get you out of it.”

He placed me on my feet once we were in the bedroom and I couldn’t help but continue our banter.

“It is a beautiful dress, but I am sorry to say… I don’t think it will fit you, Beastman.” He chuckled before commenting,

“My funny girl.” Then he ran the backs of his knuckles down my cheek, before ordering in a stern tone,

“Turn around.”

This sent a shiver down my spine because I loved it when he was bossy like this. Something I had certainly missed this last week. So, I did as he asked and turned around. It didn’t take a genius to know what he was about to do.

However, the moment he leaned in and whispered like some sexual promise,

“Now hold still.”

I nodded, doing as I was told and getting the sexual thrill from doing so. But then I felt something smooth and cool run across my shoulder, making me ask,

“What is that?”

His reply came in the form of another sexual growl, before bringing his arm around and showing me the black claws that had replaced his human nails.

“I don’t have the patience this dress requires,” he rumbled against my shoulder, now kissing me there before going back to his task at hand.

It was no time at all before I heard material being cut and felt the top part of my dress loosen, meaning my shuddered breath was taken with more ease now my body was free to do so.

However, just as it was being pulled down me, something unexpecting happened.

I growled… or should I say, my stomach did, making him chuckle.

“Well, that was adorable,” he commented, making me groan with embarrassment. But then I felt his hands on my naked back, rubbing away the strain the heavy dress had put on my skin.

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