I smirk, fangs and all. “Omega in heat, alpha in rut, lots of knotting.” I flip her over on her stomach, admiring the view of her full, round ass. Fuck. “Yes, Belle. Bred. You’re probably already pregnant. But I need to make sure.”
“That’s not… we can’t… I don’t even know you!” she protests, but her magnificent ass has risen, presenting herself to her alpha, her lush thighs parted, exposing the slick, engorged lips of her pussy, making my mouth fucking water and my cock leak.
“I’m your mate, Belle,” I growl, positioning myself at her entrance. She’s dripping…my cum mixed with her slick…and the sight makes my inner beast howl with possessiveness. Holding my thick shaft, I run the bulbous head through her folds, groaning as she rolls her hips, pushing back to meet me. “I’m never letting you go, sweetheart. Your body was fucking made for me. What else do you need?”
She’s panting and writhing but still so fucking stubborn. God, I love her. “Your actualname, maybe?”
I let out a surprised bark of laughter. Fair point.
“Pierre,” I rasp, pushing through in one smooth thrust. “My name is Pierre.”
Belle moans. “Pierre,” she gasps as if putting a spell on me. Which is exactly what her glorious cunt is doing. “Oh, fuck, right there… I expected something more… monstrous.”
I lean down, caging her in with my body, my breath hot against her ear. Fucking surrounding her small body with my immense form.
“Give me time, little omega. By the time your heat breaks, you’ll be screaming Pierre loud enough for the whole castle to hear.”
Her only response is a loud cry as I drive deeper, already feeling my knot start to swell again.
We have a long night ahead of us. And I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
Four
Belle
I’m going to die. Not figuratively. I’m not even being dramatic. I am literally going to die from being fucked too well by a cursed Beast.
I know, there are worse ways to go. But we’ve been at this for… hours? Days? Time has lost all meaning. All I know at this point is heat, need and the overwhelming sensation of being filled, over and over and over again. Pierre wasn’t lying about the infinite stamina thing.
The first few times, I tried to maintain some sense of myself. Stay something other than the desperate, needy creature constantly begging for another knot. That lasted maybe two hours… Now I’m just a mess of sensations and craving. My body is a fucking traitor. The second his knot softens, and he pulls out, I’m whimpering for more. Spreading my thighs. Fucking desperate for him to fill me again… I’ve stopped being embarrassed about it.
“Please,” I hear myself moan as he pulls out again. “Please, Beast, I need…”
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” He rumbles while grazing at my skin.
“Yes, please, fuck, I need you,” I beg, writhing under his huge body.
Beast flips me over…I’ve lost count of how many positions we’ve tried… I’m on my hands and knees, ass in the air, completely exposed to his hungry eyes, hands and mouth.
“Look at you,” he growls, and I feel his claw trace down my spine. “So desperate. So needy. Your pretty cunt is dripping with my cum, and you still want more.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “More, please, Beast…”
“My perfect, greedy, little omega.” He sounds immensely pleased. “Gonna keep you like this. Bred, desperate and fucking mine.”
Then he’s pushing inside again, and I’m moaning so loudly I should be embarrassed. But I can’t care. Can’t think. Can only feel as he fills me, stretches me, claims me all over again.
“So good,” I whimper, face pressed into the soft sheets. “You feel so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Never.” His claws dig into my hips… breaking skin, holding me as he pounds into me. “Going to fuck you forever, my beauty. Keep you knotted and full. My perfect little omega.”
The heat has done something to my brain. Rewired it. Because his words…possessive, dominant, completely unreasonable…make me clench around him and moan like I’m fucking dying.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yours. I’m all yours.”
I feel his immense pleasure through the bond that’s forming between us. It’s like a golden thread connecting us, getting stronger with each knot, each claiming, each moment we spend together.
“Mine,” Beast snarls, and his knot starts to swell. “Say it again.”
