Then I feel it. My heat is rising again. It’s coming fast and intense! Like a seastorm crashing over me.
“Oh no,” I gasp. “It’s happening again.”
Pierre stiffens. “I can feel it through our bond.”
The hungry simmer has turned back into a raging inferno. My skin feels too tight. Everything in my body aches. And all I can think about is more, now, deeper, harder… NEED!!
“Bed now,” Pierre says, already moving. His knot hasn’t gone down yet…we’re still locked…but he carries me easily, striding through the castle with purpose.
We barely make it to the huge poster bed before I’m clawing at him, desperate and mindless with want.
“Please,” I beg. “Pierre, please…”
“I got you,” he promises. “Always, my Belle.”
Then his knot releases, and he pulls out just to slam back in, the wet sounds of my slickened pussy, his growls, my moans filling the room, and I’m screaming his name as the heat consumes us both.
Five
Beast
Belle’s finally asleep. Actually sleeping, not the whimpering half-consciousness she’s been drifting in and out of between rounds of heat. Her body is soft against mine, her full curves pressed into my fur, one of her delicate hands curled against my chest.
Three days. Three days of heat, knotting, claiming. Three days of her screaming my name, begging for more, taking everything I gave her and still wanting more.
My perfect little omega.
Mine. The thought makes my chest swell with fucking bliss. The bond between us is strong now. It’s like a golden thread connecting our souls, pulsing with warmth and power.
She chose me. Her Beast. Her monster.
I’m never letting go.
I run a careful claw through her hair, marveling at the softness of her thick curls. At the trust it takes for her to sleep like this, completely vulnerable in my arms.
“Sire?” Gideon’s voice is barely a whisper from where he’s mounted on the wall. “Is our lady…?”
“Sleeping,” I rumble quietly. “Her heat broke about an hour ago.”
“Thank God,” Louise’s voice chimes from the tea service on the side table, making me roll my eyes. “I was running out of energy tonics. Do you have any idea how hard it is to brew stamina potions for three days straight?”
So dramatic.
“Almost as hard as listening to them go at it for three days,” Felix adds from the mantle. The clock sounds traumatized. “Seventy-two hours. I counted. That’s two hundred and sixteen…”
“We don’t need the math, Felix,” Rosalie cuts him. The mirror on the wall shimmers. “What matters is that our lady survived her first heat with her mate.”
“Barely,” Gideon snorts. “I’ve been in battles that were less intense.”
I bare my fangs at the sword.
“I think it’s romantic,” Adrien pipes in. The candlestick flickers from the top of the dresser. “True mates, finding each other. Well, it had to be… vigorous.”
“Vigorous,” Louise snorts. “That’s one word for it.”
“Hey, I offered contraceptives,” Adrien adds. “Multiple times! But nooo…”
“He’s breeding her,” Gideon interrupts him, putting an emphasis on the wordbreeding. “That’s the whole point.”
