There are books about everything: history, philosophy, poetry, sciences I’ve never even heard of. Languages I don’t even know of. Luxurious leather-bound tomes and delicate manuscripts.
“Is that…” I carefully pull down a volume. “This is a first edition. This is…Pierre, this is priceless!”
“It’s yours, sweet.”
I spin around. “What?”
“The library is yours.”
My throat feels tight. “Beast, you can’t just gift me a library.”
“Everything in this castle. Myself and everything I own. Is yours, Belle.”
I clutch the volume to my chest. “I’ve never… we had maybe a dozen books in my entire village.”
Beast’s eyes are blazing. “I will build you a fucking cathedral and fill it with books.”
I laugh, and the tightness in my chest eases. “Thank you. For this. For…” I gesture around. “All of it.”
“You’re my mate, my life, my soul.” He says those incredible words like it’s that simple. Easy. “What’s mine is yours.”
Then he steps closer, backing me against the bookshelf. The scent of old paper and leather surrounds us.
“But right now,” he murmurs, running a claw down my throat, “I’m going to fuck you in your library, my little bookworm.”
“We can’t…there are priceless books in here…”
“And I’ll get you a thousand more, my sweet.” His mouth hovers over mine. “But right now I need to feel the sweet embrace of your perfect cunt, my love.”
Then he kisses me, deep, slow. Like he’s pouring his very essence into me.
When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathing hard.
“Hold on to the shelf, sweetheart,” he orders in a low rumble.
I do, my hands gripping the polished wood of a shelf, the book I was holding now safely set on a nearby coffee table.
Beast lifts my dress, then I feel him behind me, HUGE, hot and hard. Then he’s pushing between my wet, swollen folds, slow and steady, and I’m gasping as he fills me completely. So fucking deep, so full…
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Take me, beautiful. Take all of me.”
He fucks me againstmybookshelves, surrounded by stories and sunlight, and it’s the most perfect moment. And when his knot swells and locks inside me, I’m trembling, with tears in my eyes I don’t even understand.
“Hey.” He turns me carefully, keeping us connected, and wipes at my cheeks. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” My voice is rough. “I just… no one’s ever given me anything like this before. And it’syou…”
“Get used to it, darling.” He nuzzles my hair. “You’re mine. That means I spoil you.”
He shifts, finding a comfortable position against the shelves, holding me close. “First chance I get, I’m building you a reading nest with cushions, blankets, and the perfect lighting.”
My chest fills with love for my insane, amazing mate.
“Can we live here?” I ask. “Just… set up everything in the library?”
His laugh rumbles through me. “Whatever you want, little omega.”
We stay like that for a while, locked together surrounded by our books, and I let myself imagine it. A life here. With him. Surrounded by stories, his warmth, his insatiable hunger for me, and our strange, perfect magic.
