Chapter 2 Belle
Two
Belle
I’m going to punch my father in the face when I get back.
That’s the thought running through my head as I ride through these creepy-ass woods toward what’s definitely a cursed castle. Because normal castles don’t have forests that feel like they’re watching you, or gates that open by themselves, or an aura of “abandon all hope” radiating from every stone.
But no, Dad had to steal a rose when all I was trying to do was be a good daughter. And now here I am, riding toward my doom because someone in this family needs to have some common sense.
The gates are getting closer…massive iron bars covered in frost that shouldn’t exist in early autumn. They swing open as I approach, groaning like they’re offended by my presence.
“Well, that’s not ominous at all,” I mutter to myself, urging my horse forward.
But the moment I pass through them, everything changes. The air gets thicker, heavier, charged with something I can’t really name. My skin prickles. My heart starts racing.
Then there’s a scent… Fuck. It hits me like a punch. Strong, manly, wild. Something that makes my mouth water, my thighs clench and my brain short-circuit.
What the hell?! I’ve never… I don’t…
My body has never reacted to anything like this. Not to the handsome village alphas who try to court me. Or the rugged, rutting soldiers who pass through town. I thought maybe I was broken, different, or just not interested in any of it.
But apparently, I was wrong. Because right now, following this scent deeper into the castle grounds, my body is doing things I didn’t know it could. I’m flushed. My nipples are hard against my dress. And between my legs… Oh God, I’m wet.
Not just a little damp. I’m talking soaked-through-my-undergarments, dripping-down-my-thighs wet. From a smell.
“It’s fine,” I say out loud, because talking to myself is better than acknowledging the panic rising in my chest. “Totally normal. Just going to negotiate with a monster while my body has a complete meltdown. Completely fine.”
I dismount at the main steps, my legs shaking, and tie my horse to a post. The massive doors open.
I square my shoulders, ignoring the way my heart is trying to hammer its way out of my chest, and walk inside.
The entrance hall is… not what I expected.
I was thinking dungeon vibes, maybe some cobwebs, definitely something doom and gloom.
Instead, it’s gorgeous. Old and dusty but with soaring ceilings, marble floors, tapestries that probably cost more than my entire village.
Candles light themselves as I pass, which should be creepy but somehow just feels… welcoming.
“Hello?” My voice echoes through the vast open space. “I’m here about the rose? And my father… We can work something out, right?”
Silence. Then… a booming, “No!”
The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere at once. It’s deep, rough. It vibrates through my bones, and does absolutely unholy things to my body.
“No?” I repeat, spinning around. “What do you mean, no? You haven’t even heard my offer.”
“I don’t need to hear your offer,” the voice growls again. Oh my God…
A huge figure steps out of the shadows, and my brain stops functioning.
He’s massive. Easily seven feet tall, maybe more.
Covered in thick fur that catches the candlelight.
His shoulders are broad enough to block out the sun.
He has sharp claws, huge fangs, and golden eyes that are currently locked on me with an intensity that should be terrifying.
Should be. But instead, my traitorous body goes into overdrive.
More wetness. More heat. My nipples actually ache from his proximity.
And the scent…oh God, it’s coming from him.
“You’re not here to negotiate,” he rumbles, approaching with a predatory grace that makes me want to either run or drop to my knees. “You’re here for me.”
“I’m here for my father,” I manage, but my voice comes out breathy.
He laughs. Actually laughs. It’s dark and beastly, and makes my pussy clench.
“Your father’s free of his debt now,” he rasps, still moving toward me. “I don’t want him.”
He’s getting closer. Too close. I should back up. I should definitely back up. But… I don’t.
“Then what do you want?” I ask, but I already know the answer.
The huge beast stops right in front of me. So close that I have to tilt my head back to meet his golden eyes. So close that his scent surrounds me, drowns me, making thinking impossible.
“You,” he states simply. “I want you.”
“That’s not…” I start, but he reaches out and cups my face with one massive furred, clawed hand.
“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 it needs, 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 literally rips it 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.”
He tosses me on the bed where I bounce, then stands there looking down at me with an expression of pure hunger.
“What’s your name, little omega?” he asks.
“Belle,” I reply, caught under his spell.
“Belle,” he repeats, like he’s tasting it. “I’m keeping you, Belle. Forever.”
“You’re insane.”
He nods. “Probably. And you are about to beg me to knot you.” Then he starts unfastening his clothes… And when he crawls on the bed, eyes locked on mine, his scent completely intoxicating me, I realize how fucked I am. Or about to be…
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“I don’t even know your name,” I say, because apparently my mouth has decided to keep working even though my brain has completely checked out.
He prowls toward me… fuck, that’s the only word for it… like I’m prey and he’s starving.
“You can call me Beast,” he says, climbing higher on the huge mattress. It dips under his immense weight.
“That’s not a real name.”
“It’s the only one that matters.” He’s over me now, caging me in with his enormous arms. “Now stop stalling.”
“I’m not…”
He cuts me off with his mouth on mine, and holy fuck.
I’ve never been kissed before. Never wanted to be kissed. But this…this is not what I imagined kissing would be like. Beast’s mouth is hot and demanding, his fangs grazing my bottom lip in a way that should be scary but instead makes me moan into his mouth.