Page 18 of My Brutal Beast

I don’t need foreplay. I don’t need anything but the connection we’ve built between one another and his cock deep in my pussy.

And he gives it to me. Raven thrusts so deep inside of me it robs the air from my lungs.

He fucks me like an animal. He’s hard, fast, out of control, and the only thing I can do is surrender to him. He wraps my hair around his wrist until he gets to the scalp and pulls my head back, the perfect amount of pain.

He’s making me submit to him, punishing me for our play, and it only makes me hotter. He can punish me for as long and hard as he wants—and he does. My body is nothing more than a toy to play with, something for him to sink into. And that’s exactly what I need. He bites my neck, his fangs sinking into my skin, and I scream.

He fucks me harder, faster, until all I can feel is him. The world fades away, and he’s my singular purpose. I hold onto him for dear life, crying out his name as he keeps ramming into me. Then I’m coming, jerking, writhing, trembling against him. And he keeps going. It’s like his hips are moving of their own accord. He tosses his head back and roars as he comes inside of me. It’s an incredibly beautiful sight, and I moan at the feeling of him spilling in me.

For a moment, we’re simply floating there, but when his knot releases, he slips out of me and brings us back down to the hard ground.

“Get on all fours,” he demands, and my eyes widen. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I get on my hands and knees. At first he doesn’t move. I turn my head and see him staring at me, his eyes a mixture of awe and desire, as if he’s memorizing my every curve.

He sinks to his knees behind me and says, “If it hurts, tell me to stop.” And then he thrusts inside of me once more, filling me to the brim.

He grabs my hips, pushing me back on his cock, fucking me harder, deeper. He’s brutal, untamed, and it drives me crazy. Raven puts his hand in my hair and pushes on my head until my chest is on the ground. Then he growls, squats behind me, and rams back inside of me over and over again. I grab onto the dirt, sticks, leaves. A twig scrapes against my chest, and I don’t care as long as Raven doesn’t stop.

“Is this what you wanted?” he snarls.

“Yes, yes! Oh God, Oh God, Oh God—”

Raven wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me back against his chest. “If you’re going to scream anyone’s name, it will be mine and only mine.” His voice is dark, threatening, but it only makes my pussy clench around him.

“Raven—”

He thrusts inside me once more. “That’s my good girl. Now take your monster’s cock and come all over it.”

I’m lost to him. I know nothing but this. He turns his head and kisses me. He licks my mouth, rubs his tongue against mine, all while he chokes me. I grab onto his thighs and force my legs wider to take him deeper. And then I come so hard that stars shine behind my eyes, and he follows me into the abyss.

The End of My Brutal Beast.

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The story continues with Night Fall! A deliverance of wrath and vengeance. There’s no line this couple won’t cross for one another, and may the gods have mercy on their enemies, because they certainly won’t. Turn the page to read a preview!

EPILOGUE

CASSANDRA

Two lines. It’s positive. I’m pregnant.

I shouldn’t be surprised. For weeks Raven’s been telling me that I smell different. He’s noticed little changes in me, and it’s not like we’ve ever used protection. But having this test in my hand makes it a reality.

I refuse to tell him yet, though. These tests can be false positives, and it’ll be difficult to get another one to confirm. Raven was already suspicious when I told him I wanted to go to the store without him. Trying that again won’t work, so I do the only thing I can—I call Daniella. We’ve met multiple times, and she’s always been willing to help. The moment I explain to her what I need, she gets me an appointment for that afternoon. Then all that’s left to do is tell Raven.

When I tell Raven I want to meet up with Daniella at first, he’s fine. But the moment I clarify that I need to meet her alone, his face falls, and no matter what I do or how many times I ask him to tell me what’s wrong, he won’t. So, I simply cup his face and remind him that I love him, and even though he says the words back to me, he’s still not okay.

Soon I have to go, and when I arrive at the Agency’s facilities, I swear I see Raven’s dark wings peeking out from behind a tree. I chuckle at how thoughtful and silly he is, and it’s the perfect thing to ease my nerves.

An hour later, it’s confirmed. I’m pregnant. They’re even able to use magic to tell me the gender—a little baby boy. They assure me that he’s healthy. Since he’s not one hundred percent human, there are certain diseases and concerns we won’t ever have to face. That relieves me, but also opens up a million other questions.

What about me? I’m human, Raven isn’t. He has wings, and I don’t think my uterus is built for that. But they explain that while I am still human, being with Raven has extended my lifespan to match his, so there’s no risk of death. Additionally, most creatures don’t develop protrusions like wings until after they’re born.

I leave the appointment in shock. It’s so much to take in, and when I see Raven sitting on a bench in the lobby, it feels like it’s a little easier to breathe under the weight of it all.

That is, until I see him staring down at his hands with the saddest expression I’ve ever seen.

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