Chapter 4 Belle
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Belle
I’m going to die. Not figuratively. I’m not even being dramatic. I am literally going to die from being fucked too well by a cursed Beast.
I know, there are worse ways to go. But we’ve been at this for… hours? Days? Time has lost all meaning. All I know at this point is heat, need and the overwhelming sensation of being filled, over and over and over again. Pierre wasn’t lying about the infinite stamina thing.
The first few times, I tried to maintain some sense of myself.
Stay something other than the desperate, needy creature constantly begging for another knot.
That lasted maybe two hours… Now I’m just a mess of sensations and craving.
My body is a fucking traitor. The second his knot softens, and he pulls out, I’m whimpering for more.
Spreading my thighs. Fucking desperate for him to fill me again…
I’ve stopped being embarrassed about it.
“Please,” I hear myself moan as he pulls out again. “Please, Beast, I need…”
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” He rumbles while grazing at my skin.
“Yes, please, fuck, I need you,” I beg, writhing under his huge body.
Beast flips me over…I’ve lost count of how many positions we’ve tried… I’m on my hands and knees, ass in the air, completely exposed to his hungry eyes, hands and mouth.
“Look at you,” he growls, and I feel his claw trace down my spine. “So desperate. So needy. Your pretty cunt is dripping with my cum, and you still want more.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “More, please, Beast…”
“My perfect, greedy, little omega.” He sounds immensely pleased. “Gonna keep you like this. Bred, desperate and fucking mine.”
Then he’s pushing inside again, and I’m moaning so loudly I should be embarrassed. But I can’t care. Can’t think. Can only feel as he fills me, stretches me, claims me all over again.
“So good,” I whimper, face pressed into the soft sheets. “You feel so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Never.” His claws dig into my hips… breaking skin, holding me as he pounds into me. “Going to fuck you forever, my beauty. Keep you knotted and full. My perfect little omega.”
The heat has done something to my brain. Rewired it. Because his words…possessive, dominant, completely unreasonable…make me clench around him and moan like I’m fucking dying.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yours. I’m all yours.”
I feel his immense pleasure through the bond that’s forming between us. It’s like a golden thread connecting us, getting stronger with each knot, each claiming, each moment we spend together.
“Mine,” Beast snarls, and his knot starts to swell. “Say it again.”
“Yours!” I’m practically sobbing now. “I’m yours. Only yours. Please…”
His knot locks into place, and we’re both coming, again… the orgasm ripping through me so hard I actually scream. Not a moan. Not a gasp. A full-throated cry of pleasure that probably echoes through the entire castle.
Somewhere in the back of my heat-fogged brain, I register I’m being loud and completely shameless. The rest of my brain is too busy riding the waves of pleasure to care.
When I finally come back to myself…sort of…I realize we’re on our sides now, Pierre’s massive body curved around mine, his knot still locked deep inside me.
“How are you feeling?” he rumbles in his animalistic voice. So big, so wild, terrifyingly beautiful.
“Like I’ve been fucked by a Beast for six hours straight,” I breathe out through an exhausted laugh.
“Eight, actually,” he replies with a raspy chuckle.
“Eight?” I try to process that insane information and fail. “We’ve been at it for eight hours?”
He nuzzles my neck. “Your heat is in full swing now. It’s gonna be like this for a couple more days.”
More DAYS of this overwhelming hunger for my beast? This complete loss of control?
I should be horrified. Instead, I’m clenching around him just thinking about it.
“You’re insatiable,” he laughs again.
“Your fault,” I return. “You and your stupid perfect knot, your damn Beast stamina, and your…”
I lose track of what I was about to say when his hand finds my breast, a rough thumb pulling and rolling my nipple, making me arch into his touch, moaning.
“Are they always like this?” he asks, doing it again.
“I don’t know. I’ve never…” I gasp as he pinches harder.
His voice drops to a low, possessive growl. “All mine. No one else will ever touch you.”
All I can do is shake under his touch, spasm around his long, impossibly thick shaft, and gasp desperate gulps of air.
Beast shifts his hips, making his knot move inside me, and I whimper. “You’re my mate, Belle. Mine to fuck. Mine to knot. Mine to breed. The thought of anyone else even looking at you makes me want to rip the entire world apart.”
Fuck, that shouldn’t be hot. But my omega is purring at having such a strong, protective alpha be mine. At being wanted, needed, fucking craved this much.
“I’ve never felt anything like this,” I admit, still shaking under him. “Never wanted anyone. Never even really thought about sex. When other omegas talked about heats and alphas, I just… couldn’t relate.”
“Because you hadn’t met your mate yet.” His hand moves from my breast to my belly, splaying possessively over my soft flesh. “Your body was waiting for me.”
“That’s…” I search for the right word. “Crazy.”
He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “True mates usually are. The bond is… everything. All-consuming. Impossible to deny.”
“Is that why I can’t think straight right now? Why all I want is your knot?”
Another kiss, this time to the back of my neck. “We’re fucking perfect for each other.”
“Perfectly mad, yes. You think we can go longer?”
His laugh rumbles through his broad, hairy chest and into my back, adding more delicious shivers all over. “I can arrange that.”
“You literally have been rearranging my guts for eight straight hours.”
“Just getting started, sweet.”
Before I can respond to point out that humans need things like food, water and sleep, I hear a discreet cough coming from somewhere in the room.
I freeze.
“Sire?” an unfamiliar voice enquires. By the sound of it, male and amused. Oh, shit, we have an audience. “Begging your pardon, but it’s been hours, and the lady hasn’t eaten or had water. Perhaps a brief intermission?”
“Go away, Gideon,” Pierre snarls.
“I brought refreshments,” the voice continues, completely unbothered by the growling Beast currently knotting me. “And clean linens. The bed is somewhat… um…. soiled.”
I turn my head to find that the voice is coming from a sword floating by the door. A talking sword… Right.
“Did it…” I start.
“That’s Gideon,” Pierre grumbles, sounding resigned. “Captain of my guard. Talking sword. And giant pain in my ass.”
“My lady,” the sword says, switching to a horizontal position that I guess means it’s bowing… “Might I suggest food, sire?”
Pierre grumbles… still inside me.
“The lady does require sustenance, my Lord.”
“I’m fine,” I say at the same time Pierre lets out another growl.
Gideon chuckles. “There’s food on the table by the window, water and some energy tonics Louise prepared for you. She said, and I quote, ‘Someone needs to keep those two alive.’”
“Tell her thank you, please.” I manage to find whatever shreds of manners I might still have left in me, my face burning. “And that I’m sorry for the… noise.” Whoever this Louise person is, she’s obviously trying to keep me alive.
“Oh, don’t apologize, my lady. It’s lovely to hear life in the castle again. We’ve been waiting forever. A little enthusiastic mating is music to our ears.”
I giggle despite the truly insane circumstances.
“Gideon,” Pierre warns.
“Right, right. I’m leaving. Do try to feed her before she perishes. Would be a shame to lose our future lady of the castle to starvation mid-heat.”
The sword flies out of the room, and I’m left trying to process the fact that I just had a conversation with an enchanted piece of weaponry while impaled on my Beast’s knot.
“Your people are very… involved,” I finally say.
“They’re bored. And very invested in breaking the curse.” His knot starts to soften. “Come on. Let’s get some food in you before your heat spikes again.”
He pulls out and scoops me up. I whimper at the loss of him, at the feeling of his cum leaking out of me. My legs feel like jelly. Actually, my entire body feels like it.
Beast carries me to the seating area by the tall windows, settling me on his lap as he reaches for the food. There’s bread, cheese, fruit, and tiny bottles of some mysterious glowing liquid.
“The energy tonics,” he explains, opening one and holding it to my lips.
I drink, too tired to argue. It tastes like honey, and I instantly feel strength returning to my limbs.
“Better?” he asks, eyeing me through his long lashes, his face impossibly monstrous, his huge form terrifying, but all of it beautiful to me. I could sit here staring at my beast for hours. I must be mad…
“Much.” I take a bite of the bread he offers, feeling ravenous.
He feeds me a piece of cheese and kisses my temple.
“I’m gonna give you everything you need. Feed you. Keep you hydrated. Knot you until you’re screaming.”
“Great sense of priority,” I scoff.
“My priorities,” he leans to rub the side of his face over mine, “are keeping my mate satisfied and bred. Everything else is just details.”
Soon my heat is flaring again. My body, going from deliciously worn and content to starving for him in seconds.
“Beast,” I gasp, already squirming in his lap. “It’s happening again.”
“I know, sweet,” he rumbles softly, pulling me even closer. His cock hardening against my ass. “I can feel it through the bond. Your need is my need, Belle.”
“Then fucking do something about it,” I demand, all sense of propriety gone. “Please, I need…”
He stands, carrying me back to the bed where the linens have been changed while my mate was feeding me.
“Don’t worry, little omega,” he says, settling between my thighs. “I’m gonna take very good care of you.”