My Lord Beast

By Anna Volk

Celeste is a low born serf working in her Lord’s Castle. She is physically and mentally abused by her Lord’s aunts. She dreams only of living peacefully with Sebastian, Lord of Castle Kilskeagh. He rules his Clan with honor but can never be happy, as his love for Celeste can never be returned. His passion flares brightly but with it comes the Beast, for he is cursed to never find true love. The three witches of Kilskeagh have made sure that the bloodline will die with Sebastian, for each time that he feels pleasure, he is cursed to turn into a Beast.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DCL Publications
• Release date: Apr 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9780985468224

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My Lord Beast

By

Anna Volk

DCL Publications, LLC

www.thedarkcastlelords.com

© 2012 Anna Volk

All rights reserved

First Edition May 2012

DCL Publications

1033 Plymouth Dr.

Grafton, OH 44044

ISBN 978-0-9854682-2-4

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Cover design by Annie Marshall and Beyond the Book Productions

PUBLISHED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Chapter 1

The castle walls were damp. The musky smell of mold and rotting flesh rose up to meet Celeste, the rank odor almost took her breath. The rocks beneath her feet were slick. She took each step with care as no torches were lit to lead her way to the dungeon. A light brush against her skirt startled a gasp.

A hand covered her mouth, a hard lean body pressed tightly against her back. Shh, love it’s me.

Sebastian. She tried to turn only to have him push her gently against the wall, her front pressed against the cold damp stones.

No, not yet, I must have you. His voice was husky, rough with his need. He pulled urgently at her skirt to lift it above her hips. No undergarment hampered his movements. He reached between their bodies and released his member from the restraint of his too tight trousers.

He lifted both her arms above her body, careful that his long claws did not scratch her delicate skin. His cock pulsed, anxious to sink deep within the warmth of Celeste’s body. His teeth lengthened and he pressed slowly into her silken warmth. As he drove deeper into her soft welcoming heat, his fangs nipped lightly on the flesh below her right ear.

Celeste moaned and hugged her body tighter into the wall to keep from falling to the floor. She arched as the pleasure became too much and pushed her body back against the thrusts as Sebastian sucked and nipped at her neck. She no longer cared that the rough surface of the walls scratched and tore at the exposed skin of her hands and face. She wanted the pleasure that only Sebastian could give her.

Ecstasy was building, the pressure near to bursting; Sebastian knew he could wait no longer. He thrust roughly into Celeste’s warmth once, twice and with the third deep thrust roared his climax. Gently he lapped at the mark he left on her neck. Ah Love; you and only you fulfill me. At last sated, the beast curled within and only the man was left to stand and face the woman he loved but was fated to never have.

A soft rustling was followed by the soft glow of a candle. Celeste turned to face Sebastian. Her skirt fell in gentle folds around her slippered feet. I don’t understand why you must always take me from behind as an animal takes its mate. Can you not stand to see my face as you love me? She rubbed the ugly blemish that ran down the left side of her face. An accident as a small child left her severely scarred from a corn knife.

Sebastian lovingly traced the outline of the deep ragged scar that ran from Celeste’s eye down to the corner of her mouth. Never think that. You are beautiful.

If you believe this, then please tell me why?

You have lived here your whole life and are aware of the curse. He pushed the long hair back from his face. The witches of Kilskeagh have sworn that I will never have pleasure without turning into a beast. Never would I put you through such pain nor have you fear me.

Ack, the curse is nothing but your aunts trying to keep you to themselves. It is an old tale to keep young children in line. She raised her arm to trace his lips. You are beautiful and man or beast, you are the one that I love, will always love.

Sebastian grabbed her hand, he must not become aroused else the beast would resurface; already he could feel it stirring within. The curse is true as are the three witches of Kilskeagh Castle. Aunts or not, they do not want me to find happiness. The line must die with me.

If what you say is true and your aunts are witches, why have you not banished them? Celeste distrusted the women, always on the receiving end of their cruel trickery.

Sebastian cupped her face tenderly. "It is not as easy as that, sweet. ‘Twas not the aunts which cursed me, but my own mothair; I do not trust the aunts, but hope that someday the curse may be removed. They are my family and though I do not holy trust them and know that they wish me dead because of the curse,