“Yours!” I’m practically sobbing now. “I’m yours. Only yours. Please…”
His knot locks into place, and we’re both coming, again… the orgasm ripping through me so hard I actually scream. Not a moan. Not a gasp. A full-throated cry of pleasure that probably echoes through the entire castle.
Somewhere in the back of my heat-fogged brain, I register I’m being loud and completely shameless. The rest of my brain is too busy riding the waves of pleasure to care.
When I finally come back to myself…sort of…I realize we’re on our sides now, Pierre’s massive body curved around mine, his knot still locked deep inside me.
“How are you feeling?” he rumbles in his animalistic voice. So big, so wild, terrifyingly beautiful.
“Like I’ve been fucked by a Beast for six hours straight,” I breathe out through an exhausted laugh.
“Eight, actually,” he replies with a raspy chuckle.
“Eight?” I try to process that insane information and fail. “We’ve been at it for eight hours?”
He nuzzles my neck. “Your heat is in full swing now. It’s gonna be like this for a couple more days.”
More DAYS of this overwhelming hunger for my beast? This complete loss of control?
I should be horrified. Instead, I’m clenching around him just thinking about it.
“You’re insatiable,” he laughs again.
“Your fault,” I return. “You and your stupid perfect knot, your damn Beast stamina, and your…”
I lose track of what I was about to say when his hand finds my breast, a rough thumb pulling and rolling my nipple, making me arch into his touch, moaning.
“Are they always like this?” he asks, doing it again.
“I don’t know. I’ve never…” I gasp as he pinches harder.
His voice drops to a low, possessive growl. “All mine. No one else will ever touch you.”
All I can do is shake under his touch, spasm around his long, impossibly thick shaft, and gasp desperate gulps of air.
Beast shifts his hips, making his knot move inside me, and I whimper. “You’re my mate, Belle. Mine to fuck. Mine to knot. Mine to breed. The thought of anyone else even looking at you makes me want to rip the entire world apart.”
Fuck, that shouldn’t be hot. But my omega is purring at having such a strong, protective alpha be mine. At being wanted, needed, fucking craved this much.
“I’ve never felt anything like this,” I admit, still shaking under him. “Never wanted anyone. Never even really thought about sex. When other omegas talked about heats and alphas, I just… couldn’t relate.”
“Because you hadn’t met your mate yet.” His hand moves from my breast to my belly, splaying possessively over my soft flesh. “Your body was waiting for me.”
“That’s…” I search for the right word. “Crazy.”
He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “True mates usually are. The bond is… everything. All-consuming. Impossible to deny.”
“Is that why I can’t think straight right now? Why all I want is your knot?”
Another kiss, this time to the back of my neck. “We’re fucking perfect for each other.”
“Perfectly mad, yes. You think we can go longer?”
His laugh rumbles through his broad, hairy chest and into my back, adding more delicious shivers all over. “I can arrange that.”
“You literally have been rearranging my guts for eight straight hours.”
“Just getting started, sweet.”
