Chapter 3 Beast
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.”
“An hour?” 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.
I can’t help but laugh. Even in the middle of a heat-induced claiming, my mate is funny. God, I can’t even remember when was the last time I found anything amusing.
“We should probably talk,” she says after a while, staring up at me, all big brown eyes, soft, dark skin, beautiful face, and mouthwateringly sexy curves. “Since we’re, you know, stuck together and all.”
“What do you want to know?” I ask in a deep rumble, my voice still laced with humor.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe start with the basics? Like why you’re a giant talking beast-monster living in a cursed castle?”
Fair.
I settle my weight more comfortably, keeping most of it off her, but making sure my knot stays nice and deep inside her heavenly cunt, and try to figure out where to start.
“I was cursed,” I start. “For being an asshole.”
“Shocking,” she deadpans.
I graze her chin with my fangs in retaliation and feel her clench around me. Fuck, my mate’s fucking perfect for me.
“I was Prince Pierre de Beaumont,” I continue. “I ruled kingdoms. Had everything an alpha could want. Power, wealth, omegas throwing themselves at me.”
“Sounds terrible,” Belle replies dryly.
I cup her face, loving the contrast between my huge paw and her delicate skin.
“It was empty, little omega.” The admission surprises even me.
I’ve never said that out loud before. “I used omegas during their heats and sent them away. Never bonded. Never knotted. Definitely never bred. I thought fated mates were bullshit, and that I was above it all.”
She’s quiet for a moment, then, “Let me guess. The universe decided to teach you a lesson?”
“Something like that.” The corner of my mouth lifts into a small, sad smile, and I shift again, wanting to push away the dark memories, grinding my knot deeper just to hear her moan, fucking loving the way her sounds wrap around my balls, tug at my fucking soul…
. “An enchantress came to my court. She disguised herself as an omega in heat, desperate for help. Threw herself at my feet and begged.”
“And you didn’t help her?” Belle asks astutely.
“I laughed at her. Had my guards drag her out while my entire court mocked her. Made her a fool.”
My omega is quiet for a long moment. “Okay, yeah. You kinda deserve this.”
“I know.” I press a kiss to her temple, which is surprisingly tender considering I’m currently buried balls-deep inside her… and enjoying every fucking second of it. “Two days later, she came back. Except, that time, she was powerful. And pissed.”
“Can’t imagine why.”
I squeeze her soft waist, shaking my head.
“She cursed me. Turned me into this.” I gesture at myself with one clawed hand. “Said I’d stay this way until my true mate chose me. Not the handsome prince. Not the power, the wealth… but the Beast.”
“Your true mate,” Belle repeats slowly. “Do you mean…”
“You.” My knot pulses inside her, making my point. “You’re my mate, Belle. My true mate. The one I’ve been waiting for.”
I feel her small, curvy body tense.
“That’s not… I can’t be. I’m just a merchant’s daughter from a little village who…”
“Who makes your beast howl,” I interrupt. “Who smells like fucking heaven. Whose body accepted mine like it’s fucking made for me. You’ve make me talk and laugh. Belle that hasn’t happened in…”
“But I’ve never…I didn’t even know I could feel like this until…”
“Until you met your mate, sweetheart.” I nuzzle the side of her neck again, scenting her. Marking her. “It’s the bond, little omega. Our bodies recognized each other before our minds caught up.”
She’s quiet for a long moment. I can practically hear her thinking, processing, trying to logic her way out of something that’s pure instinct. Fate.
“So let me get this straight,” she finally says. “You’ve been a Beast for decades. Waiting for me. Your mate. Who has to choose you to break the curse.”
“That’s the gist of it.”
“And you think I’m just going to… what? Fall in love with you? Choose a monster over going home?”
There’s a challenge in her voice. And a twinge of pain in my chest. So I fight dirty…
“I think,” I say, rolling my hips and making her moan, “your omega has already chosen. Your heart will catch up eventually.”
She huffs. “That’s incredibly arrogant.”
I nip at the soft shell of her ear. “You’ve come three times already, sweets, and we’re only getting started…”
“That doesn’t mean… oh, God!”
I start grinding my knot against her inner walls, slowly, at a deliciously torturous pace. And her arguments dissolve into whimpers.
“Doesn’t mean what, mate?” I ask fake-innocently.
“You’re… that’s not fair… using sex to win an argument…”
“All’s fair in love and war, my beauty.” I keep up my slow, wicked grinding. “And I’m gonna win. You’re gonna choose me. Choose us.” I punctuate each sentence with a roll of my hips.
“How can you be so sure?” she says through a breathy moan.
Because I’ve been waiting for her my entire fucking existence. My inner alpha recognized my perfect little omega at first scent. She’s mine. And just the thought of the alternative…her leaving, rejecting me, is unbearable, and fills my chest with heart-wrenching pain.
But I don’t say any of that. Instead, I shift my angle and hit a spot deep inside her that makes her arch and cry out.
“Because,” I growl against her neck, dizzy with the smell of our combined scents, my thick, beastly tongue lapping where my fangs just grazed her delectable flesh, “you were made for me. And I was fucking made for you.”
“That’s not… I can’t just… oh God, do that again… please…”
I do it again. And again. Until she’s trembling, gasping, clutching at my fur, rolling her wide, round hips to meet mine. Her sounds making my fat cock pulse inside her.
“Still think you’re leaving?” I pant.
“I think you’re… fuck… incredibly annoying.”
“And?”
“And your knot feels amazing… and I hate that I’m probably going to do something stupid like fall for you.”
Pure bliss floods through me. My omega, my mate… my love, and she just said she’ll choose ME!
I purr, and she shivers at the sound, burying her face deeper in my fur. And my chest fills with warmth. Fuck me… So soft, so beautiful, so smart, so fucking hot…
I shake myself to redirect the conversation to our current predicament. “Now, should we discuss the part where your heat is going to last for days and I’m going to spend every moment of it knotted inside you?”
“D… days?” She sounds both horrified and turned on.
I chuckle. “At least. First heats triggered by true mates tend to be… intense, Belle.”
“Define intense?” She asks, looking up at me with her gorgeous chocolate-colored eyes and the cutest little frown on her pretty face.
When my knot finally releases, I pull out slowly, watching in fascination as my cum leaks from her well-used cunt. It’s thick and creamy against her deep brown skin. Fucking beautiful. Perfect.
“Intense,” I finally reply, already hardening again, “as in, you’re not leaving this bed until your heat’s over. I’m going to knot you so many times you lose count. By the time it breaks, you’ll be so full of my seed that there’s no question you’re bred.”
Her eyes go wide. “Bred? As in… pregnant?”
I smirk, fangs and all. “Omega in heat, alpha in rut, lots of knotting.” I flip her over on her stomach, admiring the view of her full, round ass. Fuck. “Yes, Belle. Bred. You’re probably already pregnant. But I need to make sure.”
“That’s not… we can’t… I don’t even know you!” she protests, but her magnificent ass has risen, presenting herself to her alpha, her lush thighs parted, exposing the slick, engorged lips of her pussy, making my mouth fucking water and my cock leak.
“I’m your mate, Belle,” I growl, positioning myself at her entrance.
She’s dripping…my cum mixed with her slick…
and the sight makes my inner beast howl with possessiveness.
Holding my thick shaft, I run the bulbous head through her folds, groaning as she rolls her hips, pushing back to meet me.
“I’m never letting you go, sweetheart. Your body was fucking made for me. What else do you need?”
She’s panting and writhing but still so fucking stubborn. God, I love her. “Your actual name, maybe?”
I let out a surprised bark of laughter. Fair point.
“Pierre,” I rasp, pushing through in one smooth thrust. “My name is Pierre.”
Belle moans. “Pierre,” she gasps as if putting a spell on me. Which is exactly what her glorious cunt is doing. “Oh, fuck, right there… I expected something more… monstrous.”
I lean down, caging her in with my body, my breath hot against her ear. Fucking surrounding her small body with my immense form.
“Give me time, little omega. By the time your heat breaks, you’ll be screaming Pierre loud enough for the whole castle to hear.”
Her only response is a loud cry as I drive deeper, already feeling my knot start to swell again.
We have a long night ahead of us. And I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.