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  STONE BEAST

  BONNIE BLISS

  Writing as

  L KIRK

  Copyright © 2015 Bonnie Bliss

  Bonnie Bliss asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

  This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed within are the invention of the author’s imagination. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is purely coincidental.

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  Content Advisory: the below contains graphic material of a sexual nature, adult situations, sexual reference, explicit sexual description, and depiction of alternative lifestyles.

  Copyright © 2015 Bonnie Bliss

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  Also by Bonnie Bliss

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  Whips and Wax

  The Christmas Feast

  (A Dominance Holiday Short Story)

  Kitten’s Fantasies

  The Postman

  The Plumber

  Twisted Oz

  Twisted Dreams

  Twisted Ropes

  The Holiday Series

  Bondage on the 4th of July

  Halloween Submission

  A Slave for Christmas

  Bound

  (The Complete Holiday Doms Collection)

  The Men of the North Series

  The Viking’s Prize

  The Vikings’ Conquest

  The Vikings’ Claim

  The Stolen warrior

  The Realm Series

  Frozen

  Grizzly

  Stand Alone Titles

  Cuff Me Santa

  Seeing Red

  Stone Beast (L Lirk)

  The Blackwood Wolves Saga

  Lily

  Blackwood Novella

  When the Hunger Comes

  (Writing as R Kirk)

  The Devil and the Diamond

  Crave

  Lust

  New Adult Romance

  Bad Romance

  (Writing as L Kirk)

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  Stone Beast

  Chapter One

  She should’ve known better. Bethany could hear the giggles and panting as she came closer to her bedroom door. She’d seen Patrick’s car in her spot when she’d pulled in for lunch. Usually she didn’t come home. But she’d forgotten her wallet on the kitchen counter and she only lived a few blocks away from work. Her hand reached towards the gleaming fake gold knob and she closed her eyes when she heard Patrick spew out a series of curses, and two giggling women return them. Her throat contracted as her fingers wrapped around the cool metal. She twisted her wrist and shoved. The door swung open and the usual creak that accompanied its forward motion was silent as she took in the scene before her.

  All the times Patrick had stayed out late. When he’d come home smelling of potent cheap perfume and Thai food—aka sex. The lies. The deceit. It was all too much for her to handle. Before she could turn and head out of the room, one of the women whined.

  “Another one, Patty Cakes?” The voice carried a pout. “You said I only had to share you with Clare bear. After all, you are mine!”

  Mine?

  Was he?

  No.

  Patrick looked up from where he was kneeling on the bed facing the door. The other girl had a mouth full of his cock. The one who spoke was playing with the girl deep-throating Patrick. It was like live porn and Bethany didn’t know how to respond to that. The ache that was building in her chest only fueled the fresh bile that gathered in her throat, and she wanted to just get away.

  Run.

  “Fuck. Shit. Bethy.”

  “Don’t call me that,” she whispered.

  “Fuck.”

  “Who is she, Patty Cakes? I like chicks, but you know fat girls make me grossed out,” the woman purred against his ear. “But for my Patty, I can make an exception.”

  Bethany was shaking her head. She could feel the light tickle of her messy curls brushing against her neck. She pressed her fingers against her chest and took a step back. Leaning forward, she grabbed the door and slammed it shut. She turned as a sob tore from her throat.

  “Bethany! Don’t you fucking leave!” Patrick roared from the other side of the door.

  She left.

  Bethany James didn’t just leave; she raced through her apartment grabbing everything she could. She snatched up her wallet this time and gathered a few other things that belonged to her. She would come back for her clothes. Then she raced out the front door and back to her car. She just sat and cried for a good ten minutes. Patrick never came down. The blow was rough.

  She brushed away more tears and saw the smears of mascara on her fingertips. Bethany twisted the rear view mirror in her direction and noticed her make-up was making a very ugly trail down her creamy skin. Her eyes were swollen and red, her cheeks were blotchy, and her lips were puffier than usual. As she tried to clean herself up, she took in her chubby—looking face. She thought she’d been doing well. She’d gone from a size twenty to a sixteen in the last five months. It was all Patrick’s idea. He said it was simply just a healthier way of living to try and get rid of the extra weight. Patrick had started dating her when she was heavy. He told her she was beautiful, and it didn’t bother him because she was just so damned pretty.

  Lies.

  They were all lies.

  She looked down at her trendy, torn-up jeans that she’d paired with red and black check stretch pants. Her black V-neck t-shirt exposed her abundance of cleavage, something Patrick had been particularly fond of. Maybe he really wanted fake tits. Both those girls in the room had them. She wrapped the sweater around herself tighter and looked down at the clock, and realized she was late coming back for lunch.

  On the short drive back she called her friend, Ashley. Bethany gave her the blow-by-blow, and asked if she could stay with her. Ashley released a series of curses that rivaled what she’d heard Patrick say back at her apartment. Then she vowed to beat the shit out of him. She offered to go pick up Bethany’s clothes but she told her no. She wasn’t in the mood to bail her best friend out of jail for killing her ex.

  “What a fucking twat, Bethy. Seriously. You gave that fucker everything. You even paid the goddamned rent, and you’re the one that’s leaving?”

  “Yeah.” She couldn’t find another word. “Look, I’m back at work and I’m gonna head in. Organizing library books will get my mind off things.”

  “Only you would be soothed by fucking books.” Ashley sighed through the line. “Fine. But I expect you here right after work, okay?”

  “Okay, and thanks again.”

  “Not a problem.”

  Bethany disconnec
ted the call and headed around the back of the building to the front. As she came around the corner he came into view. He was the enormous gargoyle statue that decorated the front of the building. Well over seven feet tall, he looked like he could save the world. With a deep breath, she reached out and ran her fingers down the rough stone that should’ve been cold—but he was warm. Her brows furrowed and she stepped closer as her fingertips coasted over his chiseled features.

  “A hero would do just fine right about now. If only you were real.” She smiled and shook her head. As she stepped away a scent teased the air. It was pleasant, male, something like midnight. Bethany took a step back, then headed up to work. Her body was on fire and she wanted to go straight back and rub against him.

  God, watching her now ex fuck two girls must’ve done things to her.

  ***

  Mine.

  Deacon didn’t have to think about this. The little librarian that always smiled at him when she came into work—was his. All his. He was sure of it now more than ever. His creator had brought him to this odd little town and made him take his place on these stone steps over ten years ago. When he first saw the girl she was young—too young. But he’d wanted her. More than fucking anything he wanted to lay claim on the curvy little blonde and plant his seed inside her.

  He could feel his stone start to crack away as he snarled. Deacon scanned the area to make sure no one was around before he let the shift take him over. The stone façade slipped free from his powerful body. He didn’t shrink much in his shift, still towering a good six and a half feet over the world. He was naked and knew that he couldn’t just stroll up into the building and snatch her up. She had to be taken, seduced, and fucking loved.

  Deacon had smelled sadness on her when she came up to him. Her eyes had been swollen, and those fucking juicy lips were even more pouty than usual. She’d leaned closer and he got a fucking glorious view of those juicy tits. He wanted nothing more than to bury his head in all that feminine beauty and bottom out in her sweet, tight cunt. Deacon snarled again and headed around to the back of the building where he kept a car with clothes at the ready.

  It’d been so unclear for years what this woman was to him. He’d protected her on many occasions, and chased off many would-be lovers. But this Patrick male. He was a fucking pushy fuck and got himself right in. His little librarian had been with that man for over two years and it was about to come to an end.

  Deacon slipped on low-slung jeans and a white t-shirt. He knew that it wasn’t the best first impression but it was all he had at the moment. His muscles bulged through the tight cotton. He ran his fingers through his untidy blonde hair, trying to tame it.

  Enough.

  His dick had been raging and hard since she touched him. Fuck. Her hands were warm, and so soft. He wanted them all over him, wrapped around his pulsing cock as she brought him off and he spurted his seed all over those huge tits. He adjusted his cock and stalked back around the building, only to come to an abrupt halt.

  She was there, sitting in his resting spot. Her face was buried in her hands as she cried. When she looked up, her face was smudged and blotchy. Those lips. Fuck. He was going to fuck her. Right there in the middle of the goddamned day. She looked so pretty as she suffered. The warrior and sexual beast that hid under the surface of a human man flared to life, and he imaged her bent over in front of him as he pounded into her; spanking her, making her pink on that round, luscious ass.

  Fuck.

  Before he knew what he was doing, he was right in front of her.

  “Who hurt you?”

  Chapter Two

  A very deep snarl and demand came from above her.

  Bethany looked up slowly. Her gaze caught him at the knees and then worked its way right up to his groin. Oh, he was hard. And big. She licked her lips. Her fingers toyed with the shattered rock that was around her. She’d come out to get something out of the car when she noticed her beast gone. It’d been too much. She’d shattered right there on the ground. Her one comfort in all this bullshit, the one constant since she was in high school. She used to breeze by him when she came to study and told him hello—just gone.

  Her gaze travelled higher to his huge expanse of chest. The man’s muscles rippled through that tight white cotton.

  Wow.

  Then his face. It was like he was created from stone. All his features were strong and defined. She shifted and tried to curl up tight, hiding her overabundance of curves from him.

  “Don’t do that!” he barked.

  Bethany sucked in a breath and scooted back. He came closer. He towered over her. She jerked her gaze up and caught his bright blue eyes. They were nearly glowing and just—damn. Hot holy damn. His blonde hair was untamed and looked wind-blown. He came to his knees in front of her and reached a hand out. She was frozen and couldn’t move when he brushed a tear away, then tucked some of her messy curls behind an ear.

  “Why are you crying, little one?”

  Little one?

  She scoffed and shifted from him. Now he was teasing her. She didn’t like this hot dude anymore.

  “Nothing. You can go away now.”

  “No.”

  Her eyes went wide and she looked back towards him. “What did you just say?”

  “You’re crying. You’re sad and I’m going to make it fucking better. Was it that cunt boyfriend of yours?”

  “Patrick? How—” She waved her hands in front of her. “You know what, nevermind. I don’t know you, dude. And you are just here to mock me so I’m gonna get back to work.”

  She got up to leave but just as she turned away from him, something very powerful wrapped around her waist and swung her around. Bethany was slammed against a freaking wall. Her palms slapped against his chest and his hot breath spilled over her face. Bethany sucked in a breath and he smelled like the exquisite dampness of night. Wait? She darted her gaze up to his and tried to remember her stone hero. Her eyes squinted and he smirked down at her.

  Oh, my.

  Her stomach bottomed out and she was creaming in her panties. He took a deep breath and growled. Oh, lordy. He was growling at her and he leaned in close his hot, full lips brushed over hers. “You smell like you want to fuck, little one. Be careful. I want to fuck you very badly.”

  She tried to shove away from him but this man, being in his arms she was actually quite little. He was freaking enormous. And his voice. It sounded like gravel rolling around his throat. She could feel her nipples and vagina come to life. Right now she was so hot-to-trot, and shamefully ground against him when he pulled her in tighter.

  “That’s it. Good girl.” His lips skimmed over her cheek, then curled around her earlobe. His voice went low. Sexy, but with a slight threat. “Run. I like it. If I got to chase you my dick would be so fucking rock hard. To bottom out in that tight wet pussy I smell would be sweet fucking heaven.”

  Bethany breathed out and shoved again. He dropped his arms and just stood there looking her over. She trembled. His gaze felt like hands all over. He lingered on her breasts and licked his lips. She could swear she felt a swipe against her pussy. Bethany pressed her thighs together, and could feel herself blush.

  “You’re pushing, little one.”

  Bethany blinked and nodded.

  “Soon. Not now. But soon—you will be all mine.” With that, he turned and swaggered off.

  Now Bethany read a lot. It was her world—her escape of sorts. Never in her life had she seen the alpha male swagger in person. Holy hell, it was like a weapon. Her boobs felt all heavy and she was about to chase him down.

  NO! He’s a stranger, and he just told you he was going to fuck you like some beast in the wild!

  Holy shit.

  She turned and ran back into the building, totally not worrying about what she needed to get in her car. When she slipped back inside, the old librarian that’d been there since the Titanic sank looked up at her and smiled. “You get what you needed, dear?”

  “Oh yes.” Bet
hany slipped behind the check-in counter and went back to clearing out the returns from the lunch rush.

  Her mind was a dang mess and she kept feeling his arms. They were huge. Those big blue eyes that seemed to reach into her soul. Damn. Maybe she was hallucinating. Yes, that had to be it. She gazed up at the clock. It was only two in the afternoon. Bethany got off work at six and then she could go to Ashley’s, drink a bit too much wine, get a very painful wine headache, take some Advil Cold and Sinus to get rid of it and then crash out. Maybe when she woke up in the morning it would all be better and her statue would be back safe and sound.

  ***

  It was her man.

  Patrick was pacing in front of Deacon. Every animal instinct told Deacon that he wasn’t supposed to be here. He looked twitchy and nervous as fuck. He could smell sex oozing off the other man and not one, but two women. The vile stench of harpies was fresh and Deacon wrinkled his nose at the pungent odor. He was fucking harpies? The fucking fool probably didn’t even know.

  “There you fucking are! This is why you walked in on the shit you did. You can’t even get out of work on time. It’s nearly seven at fucking night. I don’t have all day to deal with this, Beth!”

  Beth.

  Deacon rumbled deep in his chest and allowed her name to simmer in his mind.

  He fought the snarl that threatened to burst from the surface. He was back in his stone form. A warm hand glided over his arm when Beth came into view and she smiled warmly.

  “You disappeared on me,” she whispered. She was ignoring the little twat and it did things to Deacon’s chest.

  “Fat bitch! I’m talking to you!”

  Deacon shifted. The son of a bitch was talking vile to his woman. If he didn’t watch it—