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  Table of Contents

  Foreword

  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

  Titles by A. Anders

  MMF Bisexual Erotica

  While My Family Sleeps; Book 2 & Audiobook; Book 3; Book 4 & Audiobook; Book 1-4 & Paperback & Audiobook

  Book 2

  My Boyfriend's Twin; Book 2

  My Boyfriend's Dominating Dad; Book 2

  Bisexual-Friendly Suspense

  The Last Choice & Paperback; Dying for the Rose & Paperback

  It Runs & Paperback

  MMF Bisexual Romance

  Island Candy: Prequel & Paperback; Island Candy & Paperback

  Bittersweet: Prequel & Paperback; Bittersweet & Paperback

  Before He Was Famous: Prequel & Paperback; Before He Was Famous & Paperback

  Beauty and Two Beasts

  Bane: Prequel & Paperback; Bane & Paperback

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  BEAUTY AND TWO BEASTS

  A. Anders

  RateABull Books

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  Copyright © 2017

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  Table of Contents

  Foreword

  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

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  Beauty and Two Beasts

  Chapter 1

  “Belle, where are you going?” Belle’s father asked her as she ran out the door.

  “Nowhere, Papa. I will be back later,” Bella replied.

  “If you aren’t going anywhere, then how will you be back later?” Belle’s father said wrinkling his nose as he pushed his spectacles up against his face.

  It was too late for Belle to hear him. She was gone. With a basket full of food she had spent the morning preparing, she was already in the middle of the town square and headed towards the field that surrounded her hamlet.

  Belle had been looking forward to this all week. Trudeau had told her that he would have something special for her when he arrived back. Belle was sure what that meant. He was going to ask her to marry him.

  Belle had dreamed about marrying Trudeau ever since they were both thirteen years old. It was only a few months earlier that Belle had entered marrying age. Belle was excited to begin her new life with her love.

  It took Belle thirty minutes to get to the stream. It was where he had said he would meet her. It was their special spot. It was the first place they had ever been alone together. It was the first place they had ever kissed. Belle’s young body tingled imagining what other firsts they would have there. And exiting the waist-high wheat field, she entered the clearing excitedly looking around for her love.

  “Belle?” Her young suitor called out.

  Belle whipped around seeing the love of her life. He was incredibly handsome. Dressed in his finest clothes, his curly blonde hair hung below his collar and his hairless masculine face topped what could only be described as a perfect physique.

  Belle felt her sex tingle just looking at him. There was so much about him that made her feel like a woman. She couldn’t wait to be his wife so that he could hug her in the way that married people did. It was all that she wanted in life and her heart pounded thinking that her new life could begin today.

  With her basket still hanging on her forearm, she ran to her love and gave him a kiss. With his pink lips on hers, she felt a wave of heat rush through her. She was helpless to it. She never wanted to remove her lips. If he hadn’t pulled away, she was never going to let go.

  “Oh, Belle, I’ve missed you so much,” Trudeau said breathlessly.

  “And I’ve missed you. Promise me you won’t go away for as long as that again.”

  “You know I can’t promise you that, Belle. And I never want to lie to you.”

  Belle stepped forward throwing her arms around him. She could hear his heart thumping in his chest. It made her weak in the knees. “I know you can’t, but I wish you could.”

  “I wish I could too. Someday I won’t just be an assistant to a traveling merchant, though. I will be a merchant myself. Once I am, I’ll be able to travel when I want and stay-at-home when I want. When I can, I’ll spend all day and night with you.”

  It was the suggestion that he would spend all night with her that made Belle’s heart race. She felt lightheaded. Seeing her unsteadiness, Trudeau reached for her and caught her as she started to sway.

  “Are you all right, Belle?” He asked unsure of what was going on.

  Staring into his sky-blue eyes, she felt embarrassed. She collected herself.

  “Yes. I must be tired from the walk over.” Belle knew that wasn’t the case. She could do the walk in her sleep. But she had to tell him something. She couldn’t just tell him how in love with him she was. At least, not yet. “Perhaps if we sit down and had a little something to eat.”

  Trudeau looked at Belle nervously. “Yes, let’s do that.”

  Already standing at their favorite spot by the stream, Belle puts down her basket and retrieved a blanket. Trudeau helped her spread it out. With it outlining a square in between them, they took off their shoes and stepped on.

  Sitting shoulder to shoulder, Belle laid out the contents of her basket in front of them. Belle had packed a wonderful lunch. There was bread, cheese, and grapes.

  “I also brought this,” she said nervously showing him a bottle of wine. “I don’t know if you wanted any.”

  “Sure,” he said insecure in his answer. Certainly, he had drunk wine before, but it hadn’t been very often. The truth be told, this would only be his second full glass. Still, that would be more than Belle. Although Belle’s father had bottles of wine in their home and would occasionally drink a glass with dinner, she hadn’t even had a sip.

  Belle, however, wanted to be an adult. She wanted to marry Trudeau. And if Trudeau was going to be the person she was going to spend the rest of her life with, she wanted her first glass to be with him.

  Retrieving two glasses, Belle next attempted to open the wine. She had seen her father do it but replicating his actions was harder than she had expected.

  “Here, allow me,” Trudeau requested.

  “No, I have it,” she said unwilling to give up her struggle. “It’s just a matter of…,” She thought as she spoke. “It’s a matter of apply
ing the right amount of force.”

  With her tongue between her teeth and sticking out of the side of her mouth, the cork exited the bottle with a pop. “I did it,” Belle said delightedly.

  “You did,” Trudeau said taking joy in her success

  “What should we drink to?” Belle asked filling the two glasses.

  “How about, to us?”

  Belle smiled. “Yes.”

  The two clinked glasses, looked each other in the eye as it was custom, and took a sip. Belle wasn’t quite as ready for it as Trudeau was. The wine was a lot bitterer than she had expected. She coughed.

  “Are you all right, Belle?”

  “I’m fine,” she said again embarrassed. “It’s good,” she added not sure whether it was good or not. Trudeau saw her deception and laughed.

  “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it.”

  “No, I like it,” she said taking and even larger gulp.

  Trudeau smiled staring at her. This was one of the things that he liked so much about Belle. Her spirit was unstoppable. She had more life in her than any other girl in their hamlet. He truly wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. And that was why he did what he did next.

  “Belle?” He said as she drank half of her glass. “There’s something I want to ask you.”

  Hearing those words, Belle froze. Was he about to ask what she thought he was? Her heart pounded and tears welled in her eyes.

  “Yes, Trudeau?”

  “You know I love you, don’t you, Belle?”

  Belle’s hand shook realizing what was going on. She quickly set aside her glass and took Trudeau’s hands in her own. “I know you do. And I love you too.” It was the first time she had said it to him. She wasn’t sure why she had waited so long.

  “You do?”

  “Of course I do. I’ve loved you from the moment we met when we were kids.”

  “I fell in love with you from the moment I saw you, too,” Trudeau told her feeling as though his heart was going to explode. “And that’s why…”

  Trudeau slipped his hand from her grip and shifted onto one knee in front of her. Again taking her delicate hand into his, he could feel it shaking. She was so dainty and beautiful that he could hardly contain himself.

  “Belle, I’m about to ask you something and if you say yes, it will make me the happiest boy that there has ever been.”

  Belle could barely breathe from anticipation. “What is it, Trudeau. Just ask me.”

  “Belle?”

  “Yes, Trudeau?” She asked, her heart thundering.

  “Will you marry me?”

  It was as if all of the air was sucked from her body. She felt as though she would burst with bliss. The world around her immediately seemed brighter. Staring into her love’s eyes, the moment seemed to stretch out into forever.

  “Yes,” she finally said. “I will marry you. Yes!” She said beginning to cry.

  At once, Trudeau was overcome with relief and joy. Belle’s hand in marriage was the only thing he had wanted since the moment they met. Everything he had done from that moment on was something he thought would win him her hand in marriage.

  Now, here he was engaged to the most beautiful girl in the world. He felt like his life was complete. He leaned forward and kissed his soon-to-be wife. His manhood sprung to life as their lips touched.

  Kissing her soon-to-be husband, Belle could barely contain herself. She was happier than she had ever been. Even while kissing him she was thinking about how she could further show him how much she loved him. She considered telling him all of her secrets but then realized that she had no secrets to tell.

  What she could do, however, came to her in a flash. She didn’t know where the thought had come from, but for some reason, in that moment her crazy idea didn’t seem so crazy.

  The one way that she could be even closer to her soon-to-be husband would be to show him the side of her that she had never shown to anybody. Modesty was something often preached in her small village and she had learned the lesson as well as anyone. But now Trudeau was going to be her husband. What better way to show him how much she loved him then to show him all of herself?

  She couldn’t believe that she was considering this. What had come over her? Certainly, she had had dreams about doing adult things with the boy she had loved for so long. What girl wouldn’t have? But was she really going to give him this gift now instead of after their wedding?

  Something within Belle screamed telling her that she should. As their kiss lingered and Belle’s body heated up to the boiling point, she made her first adult decision. She would.

  Belle pushed away from her love continuing to stare him in the eyes. “I want to do something with you,” Belle told him.

  “Anything, my love,” he replied.

  Belle trembled as she moved further away from him. She couldn’t believe that she was doing it. She had expected to be a lot more afraid than she was. She wasn’t afraid at all, though. If anything, she would have described herself as excited.

  Sitting more than an arm’s length from him, her shaking hands moved towards the buttons at her back. Watching Trudeau’s eyes, she saw them widen. She wanted him to be excited and he was. Even as she undressed, she could barely wait to be closer to him. Her young body seemed to yearn for his. And when she leaned forward revealing her undergarments, Trudeau’s face became beet red.

  Mustering every ounce of courage within her, Belle stood up. Her legs wobbled. Her young body shook. Not done yet, she again reached behind her body. Working her camisole’s buttons between her fingers, she undid them one by one.

  After that, her mood changed. Whereas before she was nervous, now she couldn’t wait to get her undergarments off. She wanted her love to see her as she truly was. When her camisole fell to the ground revealing her rounded breasts and erect nipples, her breath hitched.

  Not stopping there, she next released the buttons on her bloomers. They fell to the ground. Her young body now stood before her soon-to-be husband begging to be touched. She stood there for what seemed to be forever and then stepped off of the blanket and headed towards the stream.

  The chili water was familiar to her. This was where she would come to bath. But, not only that, this was where she would return in her dreams.

  In her dreams, Trudeau would be walking by the stream stumbling upon her bathing. It was then that he would reveal his own naked body and enter the stream after her. Sometimes it was then that they would hug. It was that hug that she wanted most now.

  “Come and join me,” Belle said bubbling with anticipation.

  Trudeau, who was as flushed as Belle had ever seen him, didn’t say a word. Simply getting up, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt allowing it to fall to the ground. Belle had never seen his naked chest before. His muscles rippled like a man’s but his chest wasn’t hairy like one. Belle decided that he was as beautiful as the statues in the books she had read. She couldn’t imagine anyone better looking.

  As Belle’s eyes followed his hands to his waist, she saw something unexpected. There was something bulging in his trousers. She had often heard the other girls joke about something like this, but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what they were talking about. This must’ve been it.

  Belle again trembled knowing that she would be able to fill in the gaps in her dreams. Although Belle had dreamed about him naked and them hugging, everything below his waist always appeared as a blur. As he dropped his trousers and then his undergarment, she couldn’t believe what she saw.

  Was that what a boy looked like naked? She asked herself. She would never have guessed. His horn was both scary and exhilarating. Her naked chest rose and fell considering what a boy was supposed to do with it when hugging a girl.

  Belle was sure that Trudeau could hear her thundering heartbeat from where he stood. She felt an unexplainable yearning within her. She needed to be as close to her love that she could. When his broad feet stepped off of the blanket towards her, she
was sure that she could burst into tears from anticipation.

  Trudeau entered the gently moving stream parking himself more than an arm’s length in front of her. With the water catching him to his bellybutton, he stared at his love unsure of what he should do next. He desperately wanted to go to her and touch her but would she allow it? She was the most wonderful girl in the world, he only wanted to make her happy. So if she wanted him to stand there, as much as it made him ache, he would do it.

  Belle wanted to do more than just look at him, though. She burned with the desire to touch him. Not sure if he would want her to, she slowly shifted forward. As she did, he did as well. And once they both saw each other moving to the other, their movements became faster eventually wrapping their naked bodies together meeting with their lips.