When we reach our suite, I kick the door shut behind us with enough force to rattle its frame.
Then I’m on her. Kissing her hard, my hands everywhere, ripping apart her dress because I need her naked. Right Fucking Now!
“Wait!” she gasps. “My dress…”
I completely tear it.
“Pierre!!”
“I’ll buy you ten more.” I’m already pushing the torn fabric off her shoulders, revealing soft dark skin and full curves that make my mouth water and my cock leak. “A hundred. Whatever you want. Right now, I need you naked.”
“Honey, you can’t replace my wedding dress,” she giggles.
I can smell her slick, strong and sweet, making my cock throb painfully.
I claw through her undergarments, then shrug off my own clothes at the speed of light. Finally, we’re skin to fur, and I can touch her. Feel her.
“My wife,” I rasp, backing her to our bed. “Mine to have. Mine to hold. Mine to breed.”
I crawl over her as she falls on the mattress. “Gonna fill you with your husband’s seed. Knot you until you’re carrying our pups.”
Her scent spikes with arousal, and I growl, feeling like the most powerful being in the universe.
“Yes,” Belle gasps. “Yes, please, Pierre…”
Spreading her luscious thighs wide, I lick her slit, running my long, strong, large tongue up and down, swirling around her clit, then pushing inside her soaked pussy. Alternating until she’s yelling, pushing herself off the mattress, her fingers tight around fistfuls of my fur, rolling her hips into my face, her thick thighs pressed at my ears… fucking riding me. And when she comes, I don’t stop, don’t slow down. I keep licking, sucking, grazing, swirling, fucking her with my monstrous tongue until she’s shaking, ragged, wrecked… Mine. Then I climb on top of my mate and run my thick shaft through her engorged folds, the mushroom head rubbing against her sensitized clit, making her shake, whine and writhe more. When I can’t stand the torture anymore, I drive into her in one thrust, and we both groan at the incredible sensation.
Fuck. She’s so tight. Warm. Wet. So perfect.
“Mine,” I snarl, starting to thrust. “My wife. My omega. Mine.”
“Yours,” she cries out. “Always yours!”
I fuck her hard and deep, the way I’ve been desperate to do since she last milked my cock. The bed creaks under us. Hercries echo off the walls, meeting my groans. And all I can think ismine mine mine.
“Gonna breed you so full,” I growl against her neck. “So fucking full… Gonna knot you every day until your belly swells with my pups. Want everyone to see you heavy with me. Want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“Yes!” She’s clawing at my back, her legs wrapped around my waist. “Please, Pierre, I need your knot…”
“Beg for it, omega.”
“Please! Please knot me, fill me, breed me…”
My knot swells and locks into place as we both come. Her inner walls clench around me, draining my balls, and I fucking roar.
Perfect. She’s fucking perfect.
We collapse together, breathing hard.
“My wife,” I say again, because I can’t stop repeating it. Can’t stop marveling at the fact that she’s mine. Mind, body and soul. Through fate and the laws of men. Permanently. Forever. As I am hers.
“Your wife,” she agrees softly.
We stay locked together, savoring the aftermath, until my knot finally softens enough to pull out.
Then I flip her over on her hands and knees.
“What are you doing?” She’s laughing.
