“My priorities,” he leans to rub the side of his face over mine, “are keeping my mate satisfied and bred. Everything else is just details.”
Soon my heat is flaring again. My body, going from deliciously worn and content to starving forhimin seconds.
“Beast,” I gasp, already squirming in his lap. “It’s happening again.”
“I know, sweet,” he rumbles softly, pulling me even closer. His cock hardening against my ass. “I can feel it through the bond. Your need is my need, Belle.”
“Then fucking do something about it,” I demand, all sense of propriety gone. “Please, I need…”
He stands, carrying me back to the bed where the linens have been changed while my mate was feeding me.
“Don’t worry, little omega,” he says, settling between my thighs. “I’m gonna take very good care of you.”
Then he’s pushing deep inside me, and all thoughts of food, talking swords and the insanity of our situation vanish under a new wave of heat, feral hunger and overwhelming pleasure.
* * *
I wake up in a tangle of limbs and fur, my body deliciously sore and my brain finally functioning at something approaching normal capacity. Well, normal-ish.
“You’re awake,” Pierre rumbles, his massive arm tightening around my waist.
“Barely.” I stretch, wincing at the pleasant ache between my thighs. “How long was I out?”
“Few hours.” He nuzzles into my neck. “Your heat is winding down. Won’t last long, but we have a window.”
I can feel it…the desperate, clawing need has dulled to a manageable simmer. Still there, still hot, but I can actually think beyond “need knot now.”
“Good,” I say, trying to sit up. “Because I really need to…oh my god, I can’t feel my legs.”
Pierre laughs, a deep rumble that does delicious things to my insides, and effortlessly pulls me into his lap. “I’ll carry you.”
“Where?”
“Gotta show you your new home.”
Something about the way he says it, casual, certain, like there’s no question I’m staying, makes warmth blossom in my chest.
“Okay,” I say. “But I need clothes first.”
He looks genuinely confused by this, his bushy eyebrows knotting in the most adorable way. “Why?”
I almost laugh. “Because I’m not touring a castle naked?” Males…
“You look perfect naked,” he states with a firm nod, in that low, beastly gravel that has me questioning why we need to leave the bed at all…
“Pierre.”
He sighs, then waves a clawed hand. A wardrobe across the room opens by itself, and a dress floats over.
Right… Magic castle. Of course.
The dress is gorgeous. Made of deep blue silk, that fits perfectly over my generous curves. I’m not even going to question it.
“Better, right?” I ask him cheekily.
His golden eyes rake over my body, pupils dilating in a slow, hungry gaze that has my pussy throbbing. He growls, “Worse. Now I want to tear it off.”
I giggle. “You literally just put it on me!”
