A Beauty to His Beast 2: An Urban Werewolf Story Read Online Free PDF Page A

wolf, I needed to be marked by one. I wasn’t an animal shifter like Adika, which was the only choice I was left with.
    “You tricked me! You hypnotized me into biting you. I would’ve never marked a piece of ass like you,” Dayo seethed.
    “Dayo, please don’t make me angry.”
    “I’m fucking trapped in a cage! Do you think I care about your crazy, ancient, old, evil ass being mad? Do it look like I fucking care?” Dayo shouted, charging into the cage. The cage burned him, and he fell back grabbing his arm. “Ow, fuck!” he screamed out in pain.
    I laughed. “You will remain here until I’m done with you.”
    A maniacal laugh came out of Dayo. “You are going to die before me.”
    “I’ve been around for years—thousands, might I add. I don’t give a damn about dying,” I said to him. Dayo turned his back towards me. He had a few tribal markings, but not the same as Goon’s. Dayo had the markings of a warrior like the other pack brothers in Goon’s pack. His nicely muscled legs looked like they could leap over the highest fence. As I looked at him, something started to throb between my legs. I hated the cravings I had for Dayo. I shouldn’t have let him mark me, but I was desperate. Now, I sexually crave him, and he craves me too, but he hates me. I appeared in the cage. Dayo tried to charge into me, but I used a force to restrain him. He couldn’t move.
    “What are you doing to me?” he asked.
    “You already know what I want,” I said to him, grabbing him; he grew in my hands. I looked him in the face. His eyes were lighter. Dayo wanted to shift, but he couldn’t. The dungeon was cursed, and it stripped him of his powers. He tried to move, but he couldn’t.
     
     
    “Get the fuck off of me,” he spat.
    “Why would I do such a thing? You belong to me.” I lifted my leg up, wrapping it around his waist. I balanced myself by wrapping my other leg around his waist. Dayo couldn’t hold me up. I hugged him around his neck with my legs tightly wrapped around him. I raised myself up then lowered myself onto his shaft.  Dayo tried to bite me, but I moved out of the way. He was paralyzed while standing up. Dayo’s length and width filled me; he was hard and strong. I grinded my hips on him as I kissed his neck, avoiding his mouth. A moan slipped from his mouth as I slid up and down on him.
    “This is wrong,” he moaned. Dayo got harder, and a pain surged through my lower back, but I couldn’t stop moving. I went faster and harder. Dayo’s dick jerked when I screamed out in pleasure from my orgasm. After I was done, I unwrapped my wobbly legs. I began to rub his chest, and I had an urge to kiss him.
    What is wrong with me ? I asked myself. I hurriedly disappeared. I ended up on the other side of the cage. Dayo’s body fell down on the stone floor. He sat up then looked at me with the most intense stare. I could see the pure hate he had for me in his eyes. I looked away then headed upstairs. I slid the door open. When I got into my living room, I shut the door that looked like a wall from the outside. I slid my bookshelf in front of it. I was glad that it was sound proof. I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. I wrapped my silk robe tightly around my body. “Do you not call when you come over?” I asked Adika.
    Adika turned around. “Since when do I have to call? You know I been meaning to talk to you. You’ve been acting weird. You block me from your mind, and I just feel like I don’t know you anymore. Do you want to talk about it?” she asked me.
    I rolled my eyes at her. “What is there to talk about?”
    “The freaking attitude, Keora! I’m sick of it!”
    “Well, stop dropping by whenever you feel like it.”
    “It’s Goon isn’t it? Get the fuck over it! You haven’t been with him in years! I mean, how do you even know what he still feels like?” Adika asked me.
    “You mean to tell me you feel nothing for Kofi still? Before he mated, weren’t you fucking him? Does Izra