Chapter 2 Belle #2
His tongue slides against mine, and I taste myself on him…from his fingers earlier…and that should be gross, but instead it makes everything worse. Or better. I don’t know anymore. And the brush of his whiskers on my face, his fur on my skin…
He pulls back, looking down at me with his ravenous golden eyes.
“Going to eat you out now,” he growls.
“What…”
But he’s already moving down my body, his giant claws making quick work of my dress.
The fabric tears like paper, and I should probably care about that…
it’s the only decent dress I own after all…
but then his hands are on my thick thighs, spreading them wide, and all thoughts evaporate from my mind. I’m nothing but sensations.
“Look at you,” he rasps, his breath hot against my most intimate place. “Dripping. Swollen. Pulsing. Fucking desperate.”
“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for.
“Oh, I will,” he promises darkly. “I’m gonna make you come on my tongue until you can’t remember your own fucking name. Then I’ll fuck you. And knot you. And when you think you can’t take anymore, I’ll do it all over again.”
Before I can respond…before I can even process his statement…his tongue is on me.
And oh. Oh.
If his fingers were good, his tongue is devastating. It’s not human. Can’t be. Too long, too large, too strong, too flexible, hitting places that make my back arch off the bed and sounds I didn’t know I could make.
“Fuck!” I gasp, my hands flying to his head. My fingers tangle in his fur and he growls against me, the vibration adding a whole new dimension to my pleasure.
He’s not gentle. Not tentative. He eats me out like a starving animal at a feast, like he wants to devour every drop of slick my body produces, like this is what he was fucking made for. And maybe it is. And maybe I was made for it too.
His magical tongue pushes inside me, fucking me deep while his thumb finds my clit again.
“Come,” he orders against my flesh. “Come on my tongue, little omega.”
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, fucking right.
“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 body open 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 fucking mine.”
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…”
“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.”