She stretches, wincing a bit.
Then she notices my staff watching us.
“Oh on her body, my god.” She pulls the sheet up higher. “How long have you all been there?”
“The entire time, my lady,” Adrien says cheerfully. “We live here.”
“Theentire…you heard…”
“Everything,” Gideon confirms. “In great detail. You’re very vocal.”
Belle buries her face in my fur, and I shoot Gideon a warning look, paired with a low snarl.
“What the sword means,” Rosalie intervenes smoothly, “is that we’re delighted you survived your first heat, my lady. And we’re honored to welcome you as the mistress of the castle.”
Belle peeks out. “Mistress?”
“You’re our Master’s true mate,” Louise adds.
“I’m a merchant’s daughter from a tiny village.”
“You’re an omega who tamed a Beast,” Rosalie counters.
Belle looks up at me, and I see something soft and uncertain in her pretty brown eyes. “Tamed?”
“Absolutely not.” I nip at her shoulder. “I’m still very wild.”
“Could’ve fooled me. You’ve been very…”
“Very what?”
“Sweet.”
The servants all lose it. Gideon’s laughing so hard he’s shaking on the wall.
“Sweet?” I question in mock-offense. “I’m a Beast, my lady.”
“A sweet Beast.” Belle’s grinning, all uncertainty gone from her expression.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget how to form words.”
She laughs when I start tickling her. And of course, we begin kissing again. Heated, hungry and fucking perfect.
“Oh no,” Felix moans. “Not again.”
“Yes, again,” I growl against Belle’s mouth. “Everyone out!”
“But…”
“Out!” My roar resonates through the entire floor.
They don’t need to be told again. Gideon floats away, still snickering. The bastard. And the others follow.
When the door finally closes, I turn my full attention to my mate.
She’s already pulling at the sheet, her gorgeous eyes dark with want.
“Your heat’s over, Belle,” I say with dread in my chest. “You don’t have to…”
