“Way too fucking long.”
She climbs on the bed, straddling my waist, and I groan at the feel of her bare, hot, wet pussy against my long, hard, thick shaft.
“Ready?” my mate asks in a husky voice that feels like a caress on my heavy balls.
“Been ready since I woke up, sweetheart.”
Belle lifts herself up, aligning the thick head of my cock with her already slickened folds, rubbing my precum at her entrance, then she sinks down, moaning when I first breach her, pulling a growl from me. I grab her generous hips, pulling her down. Flush. Fully seated. Letting us both feel. How full she is of me. How tight she is for me. Pulsing around me. While I throb inside her. Fucking heaven. Home.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Belle…”
“Shh. Stay still. Let me take care of you,” she says through trembling lips.
Our eyes stay connected as she rides me slowly, and it’s the sweetest torture I’ve ever experienced. I want to flip her over and pound into her. Wanna take control and make her fucking scream. Not just these soft, almost pained, little moans every time I hit deep inside her. With sweat beading at her temples, her curls frizzing, large breasts bouncing in my hands. So goddamn perfect.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “Use me, little omega. Take what you need. All fucking yours. My heart. My cock… my fucking knot.”
My words seem to trigger something in her. Belle’s moving faster, with her hands braced on my chest, her head thrown back, lips parted on a silent cry of pleasure.
Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
Then she comes, clenching around me, sucking me in deep, milking me. I have no choice but to let go too. My knot swells, locking us together, and she collapses against my chest with a ragged moan. I hold her tight. Never wanting to let go. Evenmore so after a day of torture where I couldn’t get my hands on my mate. I nuzzle her temple, and she presses her face into the crook of my neck. We’re both scenting each other. Pressing kisses on our damp skins. Enjoying the last ripples of our orgasm. Together. Connected. One.
“Better?” she asks after a long moment of us basking in our afterglow.
“Much,” I rumble and wrap my arms around her soft, warm body, holding her even closer. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For coming back. For saving me. For loving me even when I’m being difficult.”
My mate laughs softly before simply answering, “You’re mine.”
My heart swells. “Forever?”
“Forever, my prince.”
Ten
Belle
I wake up to Pierre watching me with that look that means he’s planning something…
“What did you do?” I ask suspiciously.
“Nothing.”
“Beast.”
“I may have… arranged a surprise.”
I sit up, excited. “What kind of surprise?”
“The good kind.” He’s grinning, which on his beastly face is equal parts adorable, terrifying, and freaking hot. “Get dressed. You’ll see.”
I’m already climbing out of bed. He helps me dress, which is still hilarious because his claws aren’t exactly designed for tiny buttons. But he manages, and then he’s practically dragging me through the castle.
“Pierre, where are we going?”
