My body obeys before my brain can catch up. My orgasm slams into me, making me scream his name, and that seems to please him immensely from the satisfied rumble he lets out.
Beast works me through it, licking and sucking until I’m sobbing from overstimulation, trying to push him away and pull him closer all at once.
When he finally lifts his head, his muzzle is glistening with my slick, and the look in his fascinating eyes is absolutely feral.
“You taste even better than you smell,” he purrs, crawling back up my body. “I could eat that pretty cunt of yours for hours.”
“Please don’t,” I gasp. “I’ll die.”
He laughs…actually laughs. A low, deep rumble that hits me straight in the heart. And nips at my shoulder. “Not on my watch. Need to have you at least a dozen times today.”
“A dozen…that’s not physically possible.”
“Little omega.” His paw-like hand wraps around my throat and forces me to meet his eyes. “I’m cursed. Infinite stamina. I could fuck you for days without stopping. So yes, a dozen times is very much possible. In fact, I’m aiming for more.”
Before I can process that absolutely insane statement, I feel it.
His cock. Pressing against my entrance. It’s… there’s no other way to say it: enormous. Impossibly thick. There is no way that thing’s fitting inside me.
“That won’t fit,” I blurt out, panic rising in my chest.
“It will.” He sounds absolutely confident. “You were made for me, Belle. Your body knows it. Your cunt is already trying to pull me in.”
Oh My God.. his words, the gravel of his voice. And he’s not wrong. Despite my very rational concerns about size and physics, my body is indeed trying to take him in. I can feel myself clenching, trying to draw him deeper even though he’s barely breached my entrance.
“Breathe,” he orders in a guttural tone, and I realize I haven’t been. “Relax. Let me in.”
“Easy for you to say,” I mutter. “You’re not the one being split in half by a monster cock.”
Another laugh, dark and pleased. “Monster cock. I like that.”
“I wasn’t complimenting…oh, fuck!”
He pushes in another inch. The stretch is intense, burning, overwhelming. But under the discomfort is pleasure…deep, primal, fuckingright.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Take me. Take your alpha’s cock like a good little omega.”
I should take his words as being degrading. They should make me angry. But instead, they make me wetter, get my bodyopen up for him more, making me whimper and arch into his savage invasion.
“More,” I hear myself whimper. “Please, more.”
“Greedy little thing,” he growls, pushing deeper, inch by impossible inch, until I can feel him everywhere. Stretching me. Filling me. Completing me in a way I didn’t know I needed.
When he’s finally fully seated…when I can feel him pressed against something deep inside that makes my toes curl…we both go still.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re perfect. So tight. So wet. So fuckingmine.”
Then he moves.
The first thrust punches the air from my lungs. The second makes me see heaven. By the third, I’m clawing at his huge back, wrapping my legs around his waist, trying to pull him impossibly deeper.
“Yes,” he snarls. “That’s it, little girl. Take your alpha’s cock. Take all of me.”
Beast sets a brutal pace. Hard, deep, relentless. The bed frame creaks under his strength. I’m making sounds I’ve never made before…high, desperate, primal cries that should embarrass me.
“Look at you,” he growls, one giant clawed hand gripping my full hip hard enough to bruise. “Taking my cock so well. You were fucking made for this. Made for me.”
“Please,” I gasp. “Please, I need…”
