I've hidden in archives my whole life, piecing together forgotten stories while my own heart gathered dust. Lonely. Untouched. Aching for a place to belong that never materialized.
Then I inherited keys to this remote woodland mansion, its halls heavy with whispers and fog. One step inside, and his eyes found me first, gleaming yellow through the haze like twin moons promising ruin. The beast of the house. Cursed. Starved. A savage storm wrapped in muscle and shadow, rumbling with needs I shouldn't understand.
I came to catalog his relics, not surrender my innocence to the monster who owns these walls. But his gravelly voice pulls confessions from me, each word a hook in my skin. I fight it, this defiant fire in my chest clashing with the tremble in my thighs. He circles closer, breath hot on my neck, and I wonder if my untouched body was made for his teeth. Glowing runes bloom across our sweat-damp skin in the candlelit grand hall, marking what shouldn't be mine.
Every touch is agony wrapped in bliss, his massive frame pinning me in the rune-etched reflection chamber where our tangled limbs blur into something unholy. He fights his curse for tenderness, but hunger wins, demanding total possession that shreds my fragile control. Vengeful shadows lurk, waiting to unravel us both before the blood moon rises. His humanity slips with every growl that undoes me.
What if my virgin's bond is the key to his salvation, or the blade that dooms us forever?
A full-length virgin first time paranormal monster beast mate erotic romance featuring a haunted untouched archivist and her cursed savage beast.
