BEASTLY AND DIVINE: Sub Rosa Secret Society #1

A terrifying beast wants to claim me...and I learn too late it's a powerful Greek god in disguise.

Rosethorne. That's the name of the only school willing to accept someone like me, an 18-year-old once accused of taking thirteen innocent lives. 

I find out I'm different. And that's an understatement, considering how I happen to be the only one here who isn't rich, magic-savvy, and beholden to the divine.

I don't want any trouble. But I still end up falling for an immortal beast that can only make love to me in the dark and disappear come surprise.

If you think that's too much, then...did I also mention someone - or something - is just dying to kill me?

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I'm alone in the woods, and the trees around me are but towering scraggly shadows under the silvery stream of moonlight. There are butterflies everywhere, and they're like nothing I've ever seen, with bodies that glow incandescently and wings that seem to change from purple to red, blue to green, yellow to orange.
I hear footsteps behind me, but before I can turn, I feel myself suddenly being pulled back, and a gasp escapes me when I realize I'm now held captive by a man.
Also: a man who is completely naked, and I don't even have to look over my shoulder to know this.
I can't be mistaken, with the rough, hard wall of the man's chest pressed intimately against my back, and it's only at this moment does it dawn on me that I am the same.
I am naked as he is, and my senses spiral at the thought of how every inch of our bodies are now in burning-hot contact.
I have never been this close to a man before. Never ever wanted to. And though I don't even know who it is that's holding me, I find myself choosing to stay.
Something about this man whose face I've yet to see...
Something about this man whom I can only feel...
Something about him feels right.
My soul seems to know him, and my body seems to have found its master, with the way every inch of me is already trembling in thrilling awareness of his masculinity.
Time dances past, but we remain as we are, a captor holding his captive. There's something between us that's ablaze, and with every thunderous beat of my heart I can feel its flames burning hotter, an unseen swirl of heat that moves wildly over our bodies.
We only have to move away from each other to extinguish it, but because we don't, it's as if both of us want to fan the flames of our desire, prolonging the tormenting pleasure of holding each other without actually touching any part that's private and precious.
The idea of intercourse has always been something I've shied away from, but because of this man, it's suddenly all I can think about.
I have never wondered how it would feel to be possessed by a man.
But now I do.
And now I also know...that I do not want to be taken gently and carefully.
The arm wrapped around me just under my breast is hewn with muscles, and my heart skips a beat when I think of how this arm can keep me imprisoned no matter how much I struggle. Everything about this man is so different from me. He's large where I'm small. Rigid where I'm malleable. And when I suddenly feel his breath against my ear, I can't help but cry out because even the sounds we make are so deliciously contradicting of each other. His is rough and harsh, and mine is soft and tremulous.
I'm tempted to turn around, but before I can seriously think of it, that's when I feel him moving, his other arm going around me, and my breath catches anew as his hands...oh, his large, strong hands---
They're suddenly covering my breasts, and my chest swells at his first touch.
I slowly look down, and the sight of his hands completely covering the pale globes of my flesh make me feel light-headed.
He starts palming my breasts, and my knees quake as a battery of sensations ravage my body. I feel hot in a way I've never felt before. Restless like I've never been restless before. I feel so many indescribable things, and all of it is making my body react in a way it has never done---
My nipples...I can't remember them being so proudly erect, and my breasts...I can't remember them feeling so acutely swollen.
There's this ache inside of me that's growing more unbearable the longer his hands stay on my flesh, and I find myself biting down hard on my lip as a cry threatens to rush out of my throat.
Oh please, please, please---
That's all I want to say.
That's all I want to do.
I want to beg him when I've never begged before. I want to beg even though I'm not sure what I'm begging him for, and oh, when I feel his fingers start squeezing my breasts, that's when the ache inside of me deepens into something more. I'm now throbbing from within, and as my body starts to writhe, that's when I feel it---
Something long and hard that's throbbing just as hard, sliding and rubbing itself between the cheeks of my ass, and I can no longer keep my cries to myself.
I moan and cry out, and the thick length of his manhood starts moving even faster.
It's one thing to know the man you desire wants you back, but it's another thing entirely to feel it. When desire becomes tangible, when the hardness you feel against your skin is unmistakable, your own need grows---
Just like mine is now growing more and more---
And when I feel his fingers tighten around my breasts, tightening to the point that pleasure sharpens with pain---
My head falls back, and that's when I see...the bestial features of a god.

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Other books in the series
Spinoff: Ever with Hades
Book #2: Lusciously Divine
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