Feral (A Beastly Romance #2) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Novella, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: A Beastly Romance Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 17648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
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“You know what it fucking does to me, you beautiful little vixen.” He shuddered, his hips grinding against mine in response to me stroking them like I wanted to do to his thick cock. “Katrina—” he started, his voice strained, but I cut him off, my fingers sliding along them with more confidence.

And the effect of what I did was immediate. A low, guttural growl tore from his throat and rumbled outward, vibrating everything around us. I felt his cock pulse inside me repeatedly, spurting his thick, hot release into my body once more, his smaller appendage pushing it deep into my womb.

I continued to play with his horns as he lost control. I felt provocative… powerful.

He made a sound like a wounded, terrible beast, and it was the most attractive thing I’d ever heard. His hands gripped my hips as he moved again, his thrusts hard and desperate. I knew this was for me now.

Each movement drove him deeper into me, and I could feel the tension building in both of us. As he fucked me, his control unraveled with every passing second.

“Come for me again, Katrina,” he demanded, his voice rough and broken.

The moment he gave me permission, it was as if my body shattered, my climax crashing over me. I cried out as I came, my body clenching around his cock.

He followed me over the edge again, his cum spilling into me in hot, endless waves. His body shuddered above mine, and I followed suit, a reflection of the desire that claimed him.

When we were both sated, he collapsed on top of me, his forearms holding his upper body off me so he didn’t crush me. His breaths came in ragged gasps, and I wrapped my arms around him as much as I could, my fingers tracing his warm, damp skin as we both grew relaxed and contented.

“Blaylock,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from orgasming, not sure what I was asking for.

But he knew.

He pushed up, growled softly, and pressed his lips right by the shell of my ear as he ordered, “Again.”

10

KATRINA

Months had passed since that wondrous night in the garden—the night Blaylock touched me like I was both something fragile and something that belonged solely to him, but also something feral and primal that’s left me yearning for so much more. Everything.

And since then, everything had changed with me and for me.

I walked through the dark halls of Shadow Vale’s castle like I belonged—because I did. The shadows no longer scared me, and the staff welcomed me with low bows of respect. I was now a part of this place. Irrevocably.

This place that once terrified me had become the only home I’d ever truly had. And I loved it immeasurably.

And Blaylock… God, I loved my monster more than I ever thought I could love another being.

The way I’d once been so unsure of him felt like a distant, forgotten dream. Now, I craved him—his presence, his voice, his hands...his cock. I knew the weight of his stare; the softness hidden beneath his monstrous exterior.

And just a few weeks ago, Blaylock had crowned me his queen. He’d made it official.

It hadn’t been like the crowning I remembered from when he took me to Draxus’s ceremony. No, Blaylock said he wanted ours to be different. Quieter. More intimate.

He had taken me into the throne room at dawn when only the blue flames were lit. There’d been no monsters in attendance, nothing but the two of us to share the special moment. But I knew there would be a time when I’d need to be introduced and presented to all the subjects that he ruled over.

He said he would give me the crown and the ceremony I deserved later when I was ready… when I wanted it.

And I was grateful. God, I was so thankful.

I closed the book I’d been reading and tilted my face up to the sky. The moon was full, casting silver-blue light over the garden. This had become one of my most favorite spots in the castle. I took a deep breath, the cool air filling my lungs, and smiled.

I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. I was just missing the man—the monster—I loved.

And as if I conjured him, the heavy sound of boots scraping across gravel told me I wasn’t alone anymore. I looked over my shoulder and saw Blaylock standing at the edge of the garden, his massive frame illuminated by moonlight.

Blaylock.

I stood without thinking; the book falling from my hands. “Hi,” I whispered, happiness instantly blooming through me.

“My love,” he rumbled, his voice wrapping around me like a snug hug.

I stepped toward him, but he didn’t reach for me. Not yet. He only watched me, his black eyes unreadable, his mouth set in something serious.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need you to come with me, my little bird,” he said.


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