“We absolutely are,” he snarls. And God, that’s sexy.
He sits on the throne and pulls me in his lap. And now I’m straddling my monstrous beast, whose gigantic cock is already hard and pressing against me.
“Pierre, someone could see…”
His only response is another impatient snarl, then he lifts me like I weigh nothing, positioning me over his erect shaft. “Let everyone know you’re mine.”
He pushes my dress aside, then thrusts inside me, making me moan loud enough to echo through the entire castle.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Ride your alpha. Ride me on my throne, little omega.”
And God help me, I do.
There’s something about fucking on a throne, about the way he fills me so completely while sitting in the seat that’s the symbol of his power. His big hands grip my wide hips, guiding me. I’m lost in the slide, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness. I come with my head thrown back, shouting his name. Pierre’s knot swells, locking us together, and he holds me close as we both pulse with aftershocks of a devastatingly powerful orgasm.
“Best use of this throne ever,” he rasps against my lips.
“You’re terrible.”
“And you’re perfect.”
I rest my head on his broad shoulder, catching my breath. Breathing in his wild, intoxicating scent. Basking in his heat, his strength.
“How many more rooms?” I finally ask.
“A lot.”
“Are we going to fuck in all of them?”
“That’s the plan.”
I let out a tired laugh and burrow closer into his warmth.
When we finally separate, his knot releases with a slick sound that makes me shiver. It’s so dirty, filthy, hot. Perfect. Having my Beast’s cum drip down my thighs while he’s giving me a tour of his grandiose palace, dressed in the silk dress he summoned for me…
He sets me on my wobbly legs.
“I’m going to need those energy drinks again,” I mutter.
Pierre grins and produces one from… nowhere.
I just shake my head, and gulp it down, feeling my strength return, and we continue the tour.
We pass through a grand ballroom where he bends me over a table. A gorgeous music room. I end up against the piano. And in the study, we repurpose the heavy wooden desk.
As we walk through the chateau, we meet more servants. A mirror named Rosalie, who compliments my beauty. Adrien the candlestick, and Felix the clock. They’re all thrilled to meet me. All, absolutely delighted that Pierre has finally found his mate.
I’m still smiling softly, thinking about how sweet they all are, when I realize we’ve reached the library. Pierre opens the doors, and I stop breathing.
It’s enormous, with floor to ceiling bookshelves stretching up three full stories, a spiral staircase in the center. The afternoon sun streaming through the tall windows, catching dust specks that dance in the golden light. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. And there are more books than I ever even imagined existed.
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
Pierre’s watching me, his expression softening. “You like it?”
Those words said in the deep rumble of his beastly voice are my heart’s undoing.
“Like it?” I’m already moving forward, running my fingers along the spines. “This is… this is…” I can’t find words.
