“My knot?” His rhythm doesn’t falter. “You want your alpha’s knot, little omega?”
“I don’t…I’ve never…yes!”
I feel it then. Something swelling at the base of his cock. Getting bigger with each thrust. Catching on my entrance, stretching me even wider.
“It’s going to lock us together,” he warns and promises all at once, without slowing down. “Keep my seed inside you. Gonna breed you full.”
His words should scare me. Make me protest. Instead, I come. Hard. Screaming his name, my inner walls clamping down on him, pulling his knot inside as my body convulses with pleasure.
“Fuck yes,” he roars, and I feel him swell even larger. His knot locks into place and suddenly he’s coming too, hot, thick and endless inside me.
We’re stuck. Literally stuck together. His knot is so swollen that pulling out would be impossible. The pressure is intense, overwhelming, and somehow exactly what my body needs.
I gasp, still trembling with aftershocks.
He roars, sounding impossibly proud. “Keep my seed inside your womb, little mate. We need to make sure you’re properly bred.”
“Bred,” I repeat faintly.
“Oh, yes.” He shifts slightly, and I whimper as he moves inside me. “You’re going to be so full of my cum, little omega. Going to keep you knotted and bred until your belly swells with my pups.”
That should be alarming. Should make me panic. But my inner omega just purrs with excitement.
We lie there…well, I lie there, he’s sort of sprawled on top of me but supporting most of his weight on his arms…while his knot keeps us locked together.
“So,” I say, because apparently near-death sexual experiences make me chatty. “This is my life now.”
He huffs a deep, rumbly laugh against my neck. “This is your life now.”
“Getting knotted by a cursed Beast in a magical castle,” I muse.
“Multiple times,” he corrects. “This is just round one.”
“Round one,” I repeat, and feel his knot pulse inside me. “Oh, shit… you were serious!”
“Very.” He licks and nips at my skin. “We have a long time to make up for, my beauty.” His beastly grin is all sharp fangs and satisfied possessiveness when he growls, “You’re never leaving.”
Three
Beast
She’s fucking perfect.
That’s the only coherent thought I can manage as I lie here, locked inside her, feeling her pulse around my knot with little aftershocks of pleasure.
My mate. Mine. Finally fucking mine.
I’ve imagined this moment forever. Wondered what it would feel like to find her, claim her, fucking knot her. But the reality is so much more than any fantasy. She’s warm and soft and tight around me, her scent filling my lungs with every breath, her soft body accepting mine like we were fucking made to fit together. Because we were.
“So,” Belle says, and I can hear the edge of panic in her voice that she’s trying very hard to hide. “How long does this usually last?”
“The knot?” I shift slightly, gratified by the way she whimpers. “Thirty minutes. Maybe an hour.”
“Anhour?” She tries to move and gasps when my knot tugs. “We’re going to be stuck like this for an hour?”
“At least.” I nuzzle into her neck, breathing her delicious scent. “Depends on how well-bred you are.”
“Well-bred,” she repeats incredulously, her pretty eyes widening.
