“Tell me, little omega,” he purrs, and fuck, when did my designation become the hottest thing anyone’s ever called me? “Do you know what’s happening to your body right now?”
“I’m… it’s just…” I can’t form words. Can’t think. His thumb is stroking my cheek, and it’s taking all my concentration not to lean into his touch like a shameless hussy.
“You’re going into heat,” he rumbles, and his eyes flash with something dark and possessive. “Your first one, from the smell of it.”
“That’s not possible.” But even as I say it, I know he’s right. The desperate ache, the wetness, the overwhelming need…this is what other omegas talk about. What I thought I’d never experience because it never happened to me before. And I assumed if it hadn’t now that I was years past puberty, it never would.
“It’s very possible.” His other hand settles on my wide hip, his thick thumb stroking circles that make me shiver. “Your body knows what it wants. What itneeds,little omega.”
“I don’t even know you,” I protest weakly.
His laugh is low and wicked. “Your cunt does. It’s dripping for me, isn’t it?”
The crude words should offend me. They should make me slap him and storm out. But instead… I fucking whimper.
“That’s what I thought.” He backs me up until I hit the door and cages me in with his massive arms. “Let me guess. You’ve never felt desire before. Never wanted anyone. Never touched yourself and thought about an alpha knotting you.”
How does he know that?!
“And now,” he continues, leaning down until his muzzle is right by my ear, blowing warm puffs over my trembling skin, “and now you can’t think about anything else. Can you?”
“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m begging for.
“Please what?” His hand slides down from my hip, gathering up my skirts. “Please touch you? Please make it stop? Please make it worse?”
His rough fingers find the edge of my undergarments…completely soaked through…and I actually sob.
“Such a perfect little omega,” he growls, sounding absolutely delighted. “Let’s see just how desperate you are.”
He rips the fabric…like literallyripsit then his fingers are on me. In me. Two thick digits sliding through my drenched, swollen folds, then inside my dripping hole like they belong there.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my head falling back against the heavy wood.
“You’re so tight,” he whispers in his gravelly voice, pumping his fingers slowly. “So wet. So fucking perfect.”
I can’t respond. Can’t do anything but feel as he works me open, his thumb finding a spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes. It’s too much. Not enough. I’m going to die. I’m going to…
“Come,” he orders, and my body obeys.
The orgasm hits me like a boulder. I scream, my inner walls clamping down on his fingers as pleasure rips through me in crashing waves. The Beast works me through it, his fingers still moving, drawing out my pleasure until I’m trembling, gasping, completely wrecked.
When I finally come back to myself, he’s bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean while maintaining eye contact.
“Delicious,” he rumbles, and his pupils are blown so wide his eyes look black. “I’m going to enjoy ruining you.”
“Wait,” I manage, even though my brain is still barely coming back awake. “We need to talk about this.”
“We’ll talk.” He bends down and throws me over his massive shoulder like I weigh nothing. “After I’ve made you come on my knot.”
“Y…you can’t just…put me down!”
He smacks my big, round ass…smacks it…and starts walking deeper into the castle.
“Your father’s free,” he says casually, like he’s not currently kidnapping me. “You’re staying.”
“You can’t keep me here!”
“Watch me.” He kicks open a door…his bedroom from the look of the absolutely massive bed dominating the space. “You came here to save him. Congratulations. He’s saved. Now you’re mine.”
