He harrumphs, then stands, setting me on my feet. “Come on, little omega. Before I change my mind and knot you again.”
We make it exactly three steps into the hallway before he pins me against the wall, caging me in with his massive form, his scent filling my nostrils. Thick, soft fur under my palms, heat all around me, his burning gaze…
“Pierre!”
“Can’t help it, my sweet.” His mouth is hot on my neck, his long, thick tongue ravishing my flesh, fangs grazing. “You smell so fucking good. And you’re walking right in front of me with that splendid ass…”
“We just left the bed…” I weakly protest through a moan, angling my head to give him better access.
“I’m aware.” His paw-like hand slides under my dress, burning heat over the trembling skin of my thighs, thick fingers sliding through my slit… and finding me already wet.
Traitorous body.
I’m about to tell him we should at leasttryto make it through one room, but then his fingers push inside me and I forget how words work. Beast fucks me in the hallway, with my dress hiked up, his enormous cock driving into me with that perfect brutal rhythm that makes me melt into a puddle of pleasure. When his knot swells inside me and locks us together, I’m gasping against his chest, my legs wrapped around his waist.
“This was supposed to be a tour,” I pant.
“It is. I’m showing you all the entertainment your castle can offer.” He rocks his hips inside me slowly, making me whimper.
When his knot finally softens, he sets me down with an utterly satisfied expression.
I smack his arm. “You’re insatiable.”
“And you love it, little omega,” he rumbles, pulling me into his side, and pressing a kiss at the top of my head. Swoon….
I do, dammit.
We make it farther, past three magnificent tapestries and an impressive suit of armor.
“Good morning, sire,” a voice calls from… a chandelier?
I look up. The chandelier is swaying as if waving at us, its crystals chiming.
“Morning, Antoine,” Pierre calls back casually. “This is Belle. My mate.”
“Enchanted, my lady!” Antoine sounds delighted. “Welcome, welcome! We are so pleased to finally have a lady in the castle!”
“Um, thank you?” I’m talking to a light fixture. This is my life now.
“Antoine was my chief of festivities,” Pierre explains. “He threw the best parties in the kingdom.”
“And I shall throw you the finest mating celebration!” Antoine declares. “Once you two finish… ah…christeningevery surface in the castle.”
I feel my face burning.
Beast’s fangs appear in a wolfish grin. “Working on it.”
We keep walking.
“The throne room’s this way,” he says, pushing open a set of massive double doors.
The room is spectacular! With vaulted ceilings, marble floors, and at the far end, a throne made of gold and covered with precious stones.
“Wow,” I breathe. “This is…”
I don’t get to finish because Pierre’s already pulling me toward the throne, with a feral gleam in his golden eyes.
“No,” I say, but I’m laughing. “We are not…”
