Page 28 of Cursed Beasts

“A, I need you,” he growled, getting impatient.

“What do you need?” I lined myself up against him but did not enter him yet.

“You, I need you,” he whined a little.

“Say it,” I snapped, getting impatient myself.

“I want you deep inside of me,” he said, frustrated.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. Grabbing my cock, I slowly entered Lucien at the slowest pace I could. Before I was all the way in, I pulled out slowly, entering him again at the same speed.

“No, I need it hard,” he panted.

“No.” I pulled back at the agonizing pace as I ran my nails down his back. He shuddered, letting his head fall forward.

“A, I swear—” I slammed into him roughly, extracting a groan from Lucien that had me on edge. He wanted it rough, and I gave him just that, holding onto his hips roughly as I thrusted into his tightness repeatedly.

“I love how you stretch me, A.” He slammed back into my hips, meeting me thrust for thrust as I watched myself disappear into his tight hole. If I looked anymore, I was going to come quickly, and I wanted Lucien to feel me tomorrow when he woke up so he knew who he belonged to.

As I looked up, the Belladonna was in the middle of the hallway looking at us. I expected to see disgust on her face, but she looked transfixed with us. Her hand was laying under her throat, you could see her chest rising and falling quickly. We turned her on and I wanted to give her a show.

I pulled Lucien up to my chest, and his back was flushed against me. He leaned his head back on my shoulder, lost in ecstasy. I grabbed a hold of his length, teasing him with slow, firm strokes. Her mouth parted as she ran her hand down her neck and chest.

She bit her bottom lip like she was holding back a moan when Lucien shouted his release taking me with him into an orgasm that felt like it lasted almost too long. I pumped a few times more, chasing just a little more pleasure when I leaned my forehead against his shoulder.

Looking over, I saw she was gone, and disappointment hit me. I wanted one last look into her violet eyes, a look full of pleasure that we forced upon her until she begged to come.

It seems like she had gotten to me, too. She transfixed me, and at the moment I was completely fine about it, until I had to face the consequences of letting her get to me. She wasn’t worth it.

13

KATARINA

Mr. Potter left me with so many questions, my brain wasn’t allowing me to rest until I figured out a few things. The past few days had consisted of me exploring the house more and finally finding myself outside. The nagging feeling of wanting to know about whatever curse they were under was too much for me to ignore.

Thankfully, I had most of the stuff I usually took with me to jobs. I grabbed my bag of supplies, pulling out the contents. As I organized them, I saw the two grimoires I had thrown in there with a few items for discovery spells.

It had almost been three weeks. The sting of betrayal was like a festering wound that no matter how much I tried to ignore it or tell myself it was ok, the worse it got.

I wanted to escape to go back to my family and tell them to go fuck themselves, but I also wanted to escape so I could be free from the chains of my family, the expectations, the indoctrination and, worst of all, their control. As women, we were just pawns in their quest for world domination—I was being dramatic, but most days it felt like my father wanted to rule the world—they sold us off like cattle to the highest and strongest bidder.

I got up from my bed, feeling the need to move around with all of this angry energy I was feeling. The weather was still perfect, but I knew in a couple of weeks we would get into summer and on to hot weather. I was not looking forward to it, especially since this place didn’t have any air conditioning.

I usually left my window open since I hated small spaces and the cool breeze at night felt good. It was just after midnight, when I looked out to see if any of the guys were walking around. They usually slowed down their growling and barking after midnight. I had noticed that I didn’t see the two wolves together anymore. After they shifted in front of me, I realized it was Aeon and Lucien who were always together and now, it was Aeon who I saw wandering around, alone.

I was curious if something had happened between them, because it seemed odd to only see one of them. Did they share their subconscious with their wolf while the spell forced them to stay a wolf? Why were they only human for one hour a day? Why would my family have the need to punish these men? How had they survived like this for so long? Living your life in one-hour increments seemed to be a horrible punishment.

Taking my notebook off the bed, I flipped to the page that had all of my questions. I jumped up on the windowsill, sitting against the side with my knees close to my body. I scribbled more questions down, hoping to keep my thoughts in order, so I didn’t forget something.

I went over each question until I stopped on the one that would give me the most answers. I needed to go back to my family tree to see who was alive two hundred years ago, and see why they would have cursed them. My only problem was I didn’t have our family history with me, I would have to do it all from memory.

Flipping onto a new page, I started with my parents, then my grandparents and then my great grandparents. I struggled to remember my great-great-grandparents and their birthdays. My memory struggled to recall my family tree, but I knew there was no way I was going to remember my great-grandparents from two hundred years ago.

The dead end made me frustrated. What made me even more irritated was how did I not know about any of this? I loved reading old grimoires, journals and everything that had to do with our history, but I honestly didn’t know how far back I had gotten. Nothing in my readings ever talked about the spells, unless…

We had a part of our library that was forbidden. I always assumed it was dangerous or controversial content. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would pertain to our history and now the more I thought about it, the more I knew that this is where all the info about this spell was. My father would get furious if he even saw me near the section.

What I wouldn’t give to go into that section to see what was housed there and to see what I could find out about the spell. If he went to great lengths to hide this from me, what else could he be capable of doing? It seemed my father was ok with the possibility of me dying, or getting hurt, but why send me? Why not someone who had magic—unless they didn’t want them to escape?

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