I must doze off, because when I open my eyes again, the sun is setting. Golden light streams through the windows, painting everything in warm colors.
And Pierre is watching me.
His golden eyes are open, focused on my face with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
“Belle,” he rasps.
“Beast!” I throw my arms around his neck. “You’re awake! I was so worried…”
“You came back.” His voice comes out croaky, but also filled with wonder. “You came back for me.”
“Of course I came back. I love you, you stupid Beast.”
His arms come around me, holding me tight. “I thought I lost you. Thought you chose…”
“I choose you.” I pull back to look at him. “I will always choose you, Pierre. Always.”
He cups my face with one massive paw. “The curse…”
“Is broken. The servants are human again. The castle is beautiful. Everything is perfect.”
“But I’m still…” He looks at his furred hands, his claws. Disappointment crosses his features. “I’m still a Beast.”
“Yes,” I say firmly. “My Beast”
He blinks. “What?”
“I fell in love with you as you are, Pierre. I don’t need you to change.”
“You… you want me to stay like this?”
“I want you to be whoever makes you happy, my love.” I lean in and kiss him.
“I love you,” he says roughly. “My perfect little omega. My Belle.”
“I love you too. My Beast.”
“Your Beast,” he agrees. “Forever.”
“Forever,” I echo.
Then he’s kissing me again, deeper this time, and I’m melting into him with a sigh of mixed pleasure and happiness.
My Pierre is alive. He’s mine. And we’re free.
A knock at the door interrupts us.
“Sire?” Gideon’s voice calls. “My lady? We’ve prepared dinner in the dining hall.”
Pierre growls. “Go away, Gideon.”
“Our lady needs to eat, Sire. She hasn’t had anything since she got back.”
I realize he’s right.
Pierre looks like he wants to argue, but finally sighs. “After that, we’re not leaving this bed for days,” he promises with a wicked show of his sharp fangs.
I nod vigorously, feeling my pussy spasm. “I’ll hold you to that.”
