Hunting Beauty
Madison Faye
Hunting Beauty
Possessing Beauty: Book 4
Madison Faye
Contents
Hunting Beauty
Mailing List
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
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About the Author
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Professor
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
Sugar & Spice
Sugar & Spice
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Hunting Beauty
This is no fairytale, and I’m no prince. And there are much more dangerous things in these woods than big bad wolves or poisoned apples. Things like me.
They’ll say this is wrong.
They’ll say she’s too young for me - that she’s too untouched.
They’ll say a sweet and innocent princess like her has no business being anywhere near a roughneck soldier like me.
They’re right.
But poisoned apple or not, I’ve had a taste of her forbidden fruit, and I’ll be damned if I’m not after another bite.
She should run away. She should say no. But she seems to be having a problem saying anything but yes to the things I want to show her.
Very, very bad things.
Her father, my King, wants to send her to suitor’s ball to find a husband. Royal or not, I’ll show these fancy, frilly princes what a real man is, and I’ll show her how a real man claims his woman.
Princess Adele might not’ve been looking for trouble when she stepped into my woods, but she’s about to find it.
Every inch of it.
*Please note that each of the Possessing Beauty books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers.
JK, I lied. This one’s so sweet it’ll make your fillings hurt. Hunting Beauty is a quick and steamy modern fairytale involving an utterly obsessed alpha hero and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to make you swoon for more. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!
Copyright © 2017 Madison Faye
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Editing: Sennah Tate
Cover: Coverlüv
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
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Chapter 1
Adele
I shivered as the icy chill of the water engulfed me. I came up sputtering, laughing and shrieking as the freezing cold water of the pool took the air from my lungs.
“Holy fuck that's cold!”
Anya raised a brow. “Hardly appropriate talk for a princess.”
I giggled, rolling my eyes and splashing her, making her shriek.
“Yeah neither is skinny dipping with the help.”
Anya’s jaw dropped as she splashed me right back. “Oh you are dead,” she laughed.
I loved pushing my best friend’s buttons like this. Technically, yes, Anya was my “personal head of royal affairs.” In the olden days, I would have called her my “head lady in waiting” or some other nonsense. But seeing as this was the modern world, she was more than just someone who laid out clothes for me and gossiped with me about royal affairs. Okay, we did all that too I guess, but she was sort of more like a personal assistant, meets secretary, meets personal trainer, meets fashion help, with a big dose of best friend.
She wasn’t directly royalty, not by blood — and yes, people still kept track of that stuff even in this day and age. But with her mother being on my father’s royal council and her father being a judge, her official title was “lady.”
I could vouch there there were many unladylike things about Anya, but a best friend never squeals.
We were the same age, but she was much more worldly than me, having not been raised in the proverbial glass tower I’d been. She’d been to parties, she’d traveled, had boyfriends, had sex.
You know, unlike me.
Not for lack of wanting it, I can tell you, but it’d just never happened. For one, because — again, as if this were the ancient world — I was supposed to be “waiting” until I was married off to some prince or something. The problem there was that most, if not all, princes sucked. They were primped, and pretty, and smelled like perfume. And sure, they were usually good looking, but it was always in this store-bought sort of “fake” way. I’d thought plenty of times about running off and just “getting it over with” — just having sex and being done with it. But then, the problem was that any of the ready and available princes who were more than happy to deflower a virgin princess were all that — princes. Polished, primped, arrogant, and snobby.
Basically nothing that ever turned me on. My problem was, the kind of men who gave me shivers or kept me up at night thinking bad thoughts about were not the prince-ly type. I dreamt of hardened, gruff, manly men. Men with chest hair, maybe older — men who worked with their hands.
I was always jealous of Anya for having the freedom she had not being true royalty, and I ended up living vicariously through her when she’d go to parties or on dates with the kind of guy I secretly lusted over.
In another world, she’d be my bad influence — sneaking me out and helping me get to parties. But no, Anya was actually almost like a big sister at times despite being the same age. She was protective, and honestly saw it as her job as both my head of affairs and best friend to keep me out of trouble, not bring me to it.
Something like today was a nice compromise. It wasn’t parties with drinking and guys, but an escape from the castle life anyways. We’d been coming here to the spring pools in Withering Wood since we were kids. These days, people seemed to have mostly forgot about the pools and waterfall out here. The hiking paths had all but disappeared, and coming out here felt like a true adventure. Plus, it was hot as hell outside, and a cold dip felt awesome.
“Okay, first of all.” Anya sighed. “This is not skinny dipping. Skinny dipping is nude — underwear is basically like wearing a swimsuit.”
I rolled my eyes. “Details details. I can strip if you really want the full skinny dipping with royalty experience.”
She laughed. “Hey you do you. This water is fucking cold enough without getting totally nude. Besides, with skin like yours? Keep that shit covered if you can or you’ll burn.”
“Yes mother,” I drawled.
She stuck her tongue out at me as she crawled up onto one of the big flat rocks by the water.
“I’m just saying, you’re like, beyond pale.”
“Yeah, which is why I should get a freaking tan for once.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Nah, don’t. I think tans are overrated. Besides, you look great. With your skin tone with that hair? Please.”
“I look like a shut in.”
“No way! Honestly, you’ve got great skin. When the rest of us are all wrinkly when we get older, you’ll be a knockout.”
A knockout, like Anya was now. Golden skin, long luxurious chestnut hair, and thin hips. Okay, I had her beat in the curves department by a long shot, but still — pale skin and jet black hair wasn’t exactly the fairy tale image of the princess. She was.
I sighed as I joined her on the rock, laying out and letting the sun warm us. Dainty skin or not, we were basically totally under tree cover here. The sun filtered down through leafy greenery, warming just enough to get the chill of the mountain stream pool off our skin.
“We should probably head back soon,” she sighed. “Before they send a search party for you and arrest me for kidnapping you.”
“I wouldn’t want to be kidnapped by anyone else.”
She laughed. “Well, besides, you’ve got that dress fitting tonight for that ball.”
I groaned. “Do not remind me.”
“Hey, princess duties. Besides, it’s my job to remind you. Literally.”
“It’s going to be stupid.”
“It’s going to be fun! A ball, at your uncle’s palace in Avlion? Dude, fancy dresses, a gorgeous castle, lots of cute single guys, and duh, your cousins?”
I grinned, thinking of Isla, Imogen, and Ilana. Okay, it as going to be great to see them, but the rest of it could go stuff itself.
“Princes, Anya. They’re the worst.”
“There are some hot princes out there, for the record, some of which are going to that ball I hear.”
“Like?”
“Prince Magnus, of Zale?”
I made a face. “Uh, manwhore much?”
“Could be what you need?”
I blushed as she stuck her tongue out at me.
“There’s the Charming brothers?”
I bit my lip. “Okay, granted, hot.”
“See?”
“But, eh, not my type.”
“You have no type. Hence being eighteen and a virgin.”
“No thanks to you!”
She laughed. “Ooo, there’s Prince Logan”
My brow went up. “The scary dude from Torsund?”
She grinned. “Be honest, he is kinda hot.”
“But terrifying.”
Anya laughed. “But definitely terrifying.”
“Ugh, okay fine. Dress fitting it is.”
Anya jumped up and dove into the water coming up shrieking.
“Fuck that’s cold. Okay, that was my last one. I’m going to go dry off and pee and put some clothes on.”
“Yeah, same.”
I didn’t jump in, I just jumped off onto the dirt and moss of the tree-line and grabbed my discarded sun dress. My skin was basically dry at that point, so I figured I’d just just take the damp underwear off and wear the dress home to the palace.
I ducked into the woods and behind a tree and slipped my bra off. I shivered a little, slipping the soaking wet panties down my legs and kicking them off. It’s a weird feeling being naked in the woods, but there was something so fun about it. And for second, I could pretend I wasn’t Princess Adele of Berne and just pretend I was some forest person living here in the trees. I could smell the scent of the woods, and feel the moss and the leaves beneath my bare feet. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the clean, fresh air.
There was a breeze suddenly, and my daydreaming was cut short by my sundress suddenly blowing from my fingers. I cursed and raced after it, my bare feet padding over the mossy ground as I ducked behind another tree and finally caught it with my toe.
“Stupid dress,” I muttered, sighing and standing as I yanked it off the ground and—
And I froze.
I would have screamed, but I couldn’t, not with my heart in my throat like that.
The man was three feet from me, and positively oozing raw masculinity. He towered over me, his dark eyes burning right into mine, his stubbled jaw tight, and his bare chest heaving and sweaty. He was like a hero from a romance book stepping right off the pages. He was the rough, masculine man from my most private dreams, come to life.
And here I was three feet from him, completely naked with just a sundress in my hands, barely covering me.
The camouflage pants he wore, along with the rifle slung over his shoulder and the camo pack on his back made him military without a doubt. For a second, I almost screamed again, thinking he might be one of the separatist fighters that had taken to the hills on the outskirts of Berne. But my eyes landed on the patch on his pack, the rough seal of Berne. Which meant he was our soldier — a soldier in my father’s royal guard.
I should have screamed.
I should have ran.
I should have gotten as far away from the strange, gorgeous woodsman as quickly as I could.
…What I shouldn’t have done was stay right where I was. What I shouldn’t have done was let my eyes just fall into his.
And what I definitely shouldn’t have done, there in those woods all alone with him, was get incredibly turned on.
Chapter 2
Damon
She was perfect.
Sweet, young, flawless, innocent perfection. Porcelain skin, dark, jet black hair like mine, bee-stung lips, and striking blue eyes. But then, you can be sure my gaze didn’t stop there — not with a girl as gorgeous as that standing there utterly naked.
My cock throbbed between my legs as my hungry gaze moved to the gentle swell of her breast and the soft pink nipples capping them that begged to be sucked on. My eyes devoured her — the flare of her hips, the softness of her belly, the long legs.
Holy fuck she was a goddess. Everything about her screamed at me to take her — to claim her as mine. I needed to have her, and my cock agreed with me, pulsing rock hard in my pants. My pulse roared with the need to make her mine. I wanted to shove her against that tree, wrap those thighs around my waist, and plunge every single throbbing inch of my cock inside of her.
I wanted to feel her sweet juices run down my balls as she squealed for more. I wanted to bend
her over and run my tongue over every inch of her. I wanted all of her, instantly. And yet, it wasn’t just my cock that wanted her. One look in those eyes and I fell — like, fell fell. As in, the ground slipped out from beneath me, and time stood still.
And nothing else mattered
Not the mission, not the danger that could be anywhere. Not that I was on duty. Not that she was clearly way too young for a man my age.
But fucking none of that mattered right then, because this girl was perfection. She pulled something inside of me — she connected dots I’d left unconnected. She fit into the hole that’d been ripped out of my heart years ago.
In one single second, I saw it all in her. Tripping, falling into those eyes, I saw a life I’d only imagined. I saw a home. I saw her waiting for me in the doorway.
I saw the way her lips ached for a kiss even before I’d come up the walkway. Shit, I saw children — dark hair, her eyes, my tanned skin.
One second, and my whole world changed.
She gasped, suddenly yanking the flimsy garment in her hand up to her chin, as if that would hide her. Her eyes darted over mine, her hands tight on what appeared to be a dress of some sort.
“I—”
“Damon,” I growled lowly.
Yeah, smooth, asshole.
“I’m Damon.”
She nodded, her eyes wide.
She could have screamed
She could have run shrieking from the man who’d just walked in on her changing in the woods.
But she didn’t do either of those things. She stood where she was, her lips parted, her pulse beating in the hollow of her neck.
I couldn’t keep away.
I couldn’t not touch her a second longer, as much as I knew moving closer might shatter all of this, like startling a songbird perched on a branch. But I couldn’t stay away. I stepped forward, fully expecting her to run.
She didn’t. Her breath caught, and she shivered, but she never moved back, not even when I moved right into her.
