Chapter 4 Belle #2
Then he’s pushing deep inside me, and all thoughts of food, talking swords and the insanity of our situation vanish under a new wave of heat, feral hunger and overwhelming pleasure.
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I wake up in a tangle of limbs and fur, my body deliciously sore and my brain finally functioning at something approaching normal capacity. Well, normal-ish.
“You’re awake,” Pierre rumbles, his massive arm tightening around my waist.
“Barely.” I stretch, wincing at the pleasant ache between my thighs. “How long was I out?”
“Few hours.” He nuzzles into my neck. “Your heat is winding down. Won’t last long, but we have a window.”
I can feel it…the desperate, clawing need has dulled to a manageable simmer. Still there, still hot, but I can actually think beyond “need knot now.”
“Good,” I say, trying to sit up. “Because I really need to…oh my god, I can’t feel my legs.”
Pierre laughs, a deep rumble that does delicious things to my insides, and effortlessly pulls me into his lap. “I’ll carry you.”
“Where?”
“Gotta show you your new home.”
Something about the way he says it, casual, certain, like there’s no question I’m staying, makes warmth blossom in my chest.
“Okay,” I say. “But I need clothes first.”
He looks genuinely confused by this, his bushy eyebrows knotting in the most adorable way. “Why?”
I almost laugh. “Because I’m not touring a castle naked?” Males…
“You look perfect naked,” he states with a firm nod, in that low, beastly gravel that has me questioning why we need to leave the bed at all…
“Pierre.”
He sighs, then waves a clawed hand. A wardrobe across the room opens by itself, and a dress floats over.
Right… Magic castle. Of course.
The dress is gorgeous. Made of deep blue silk, that fits perfectly over my generous curves. I’m not even going to question it.
“Better, right?” I ask him cheekily.
His golden eyes rake over my body, pupils dilating in a slow, hungry gaze that has my pussy throbbing. He growls, “Worse. Now I want to tear it off.”
I giggle. “You literally just put it on me!”
He harrumphs, then stands, setting me on my feet. “Come on, little omega. Before I change my mind and knot you again.”
We make it exactly three steps into the hallway before he pins me against the wall, caging me in with his massive form, his scent filling my nostrils. Thick, soft fur under my palms, heat all around me, his burning gaze…
“Pierre!”
“Can’t help it, my sweet.” His mouth is hot on my neck, his long, thick tongue ravishing my flesh, fangs grazing. “You smell so fucking good. And you’re walking right in front of me with that splendid ass…”
“We just left the bed…” I weakly protest through a moan, angling my head to give him better access.
“I’m aware.” His paw-like hand slides under my dress, burning heat over the trembling skin of my thighs, thick fingers sliding through my slit… and finding me already wet.
Traitorous body.
I’m about to tell him we should at least try to make it through one room, but then his fingers push inside me and I forget how words work.
Beast fucks me in the hallway, with my dress hiked up, his enormous cock driving into me with that perfect brutal rhythm that makes me melt into a puddle of pleasure.
When his knot swells inside me and locks us together, I’m gasping against his chest, my legs wrapped around his waist.
“This was supposed to be a tour,” I pant.
“It is. I’m showing you all the entertainment your castle can offer.” He rocks his hips inside me slowly, making me whimper.
When his knot finally softens, he sets me down with an utterly satisfied expression.
I smack his arm. “You’re insatiable.”
“And you love it, little omega,” he rumbles, pulling me into his side, and pressing a kiss at the top of my head. Swoon….
I do, dammit.
We make it farther, past three magnificent tapestries and an impressive suit of armor.
“Good morning, sire,” a voice calls from… a chandelier?
I look up. The chandelier is swaying as if waving at us, its crystals chiming.
“Morning, Antoine,” Pierre calls back casually. “This is Belle. My mate.”
“Enchanted, my lady!” Antoine sounds delighted. “Welcome, welcome! We are so pleased to finally have a lady in the castle!”
“Um, thank you?” I’m talking to a light fixture. This is my life now.
“Antoine was my chief of festivities,” Pierre explains. “He threw the best parties in the kingdom.”
“And I shall throw you the finest mating celebration!” Antoine declares. “Once you two finish… ah… christening every surface in the castle.”
I feel my face burning.
Beast’s fangs appear in a wolfish grin. “Working on it.”
We keep walking.
“The throne room’s this way,” he says, pushing open a set of massive double doors.
The room is spectacular! With vaulted ceilings, marble floors, and at the far end, a throne made of gold and covered with precious stones.
“Wow,” I breathe. “This is…”
I don’t get to finish because Pierre’s already pulling me toward the throne, with a feral gleam in his golden eyes.
“No,” I say, but I’m laughing. “We are not…”
“We absolutely are,” he snarls. And God, that’s sexy.
He sits on the throne and pulls me in his lap. And now I’m straddling my monstrous beast, whose gigantic cock is already hard and pressing against me.
“Pierre, someone could see…”
His only response is another impatient snarl, then he lifts me like I weigh nothing, positioning me over his erect shaft. “Let everyone know you’re mine.”
He pushes my dress aside, then thrusts inside me, making me moan loud enough to echo through the entire castle.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Ride your alpha. Ride me on my throne, little omega.”
And God help me, I do.
There’s something about fucking on a throne, about the way he fills me so completely while sitting in the seat that’s the symbol of his power.
His big hands grip my wide hips, guiding me.
I’m lost in the slide, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness.
I come with my head thrown back, shouting his name.
Pierre’s knot swells, locking us together, and he holds me close as we both pulse with aftershocks of a devastatingly powerful orgasm.
“Best use of this throne ever,” he rasps against my lips.
“You’re terrible.”
“And you’re perfect.”
I rest my head on his broad shoulder, catching my breath. Breathing in his wild, intoxicating scent. Basking in his heat, his strength.
“How many more rooms?” I finally ask.
“A lot.”
“Are we going to fuck in all of them?”
“That’s the plan.”
I let out a tired laugh and burrow closer into his warmth.
When we finally separate, his knot releases with a slick sound that makes me shiver. It’s so dirty, filthy, hot. Perfect. Having my Beast’s cum drip down my thighs while he’s giving me a tour of his grandiose palace, dressed in the silk dress he summoned for me…
He sets me on my wobbly legs.
“I’m going to need those energy drinks again,” I mutter.
Pierre grins and produces one from… nowhere.
I just shake my head, and gulp it down, feeling my strength return, and we continue the tour.
We pass through a grand ballroom where he bends me over a table. A gorgeous music room. I end up against the piano. And in the study, we repurpose the heavy wooden desk.
As we walk through the chateau, we meet more servants. A mirror named Rosalie, who compliments my beauty. Adrien the candlestick, and Felix the clock. They’re all thrilled to meet me. All, absolutely delighted that Pierre has finally found his mate.
I’m still smiling softly, thinking about how sweet they all are, when I realize we’ve reached the library. Pierre opens the doors, and I stop breathing.
It’s enormous, with floor to ceiling bookshelves stretching up three full stories, a spiral staircase in the center.
The afternoon sun streaming through the tall windows, catching dust specks that dance in the golden light.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
And there are more books than I ever even imagined existed.
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
Pierre’s watching me, his expression softening. “You like it?”
Those words said in the deep rumble of his beastly voice are my heart’s undoing.
“Like it?” I’m already moving forward, running my fingers along the spines. “This is… this is…” I can’t find words.
There are books about everything: history, philosophy, poetry, sciences I’ve never even heard of. Languages I don’t even know of. Luxurious leather-bound tomes and delicate manuscripts.
“Is that…” I carefully pull down a volume. “This is a first edition. This is…Pierre, this is priceless!”
“It’s yours, sweet.”
I spin around. “What?”
“The library is yours.”
My throat feels tight. “Beast, you can’t just gift me a library.”
“Everything in this castle. Myself and everything I own. Is yours, Belle.”
I clutch the volume to my chest. “I’ve never… we had maybe a dozen books in my entire village.”
Beast’s eyes are blazing. “I will build you a fucking cathedral and fill it with books.”
I laugh, and the tightness in my chest eases. “Thank you. For this. For…” I gesture around. “All of it.”
“You’re my mate, my life, my soul.” He says those incredible words like it’s that simple. Easy. “What’s mine is yours.”
Then he steps closer, backing me against the bookshelf. The scent of old paper and leather surrounds us.
“But right now,” he murmurs, running a claw down my throat, “I’m going to fuck you in your library, my little bookworm.”
“We can’t…there are priceless books in here…”
“And I’ll get you a thousand more, my sweet.” His mouth hovers over mine. “But right now I need to feel the sweet embrace of your perfect cunt, my love.”
Then he kisses me, deep, slow. Like he’s pouring his very essence into me.
When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathing hard.
“Hold on to the shelf, sweetheart,” he orders in a low rumble.
I do, my hands gripping the polished wood of a shelf, the book I was holding now safely set on a nearby coffee table.
Beast lifts my dress, then I feel him behind me, HUGE, hot and hard. Then he’s pushing between my wet, swollen folds, slow and steady, and I’m gasping as he fills me completely. So fucking deep, so full…
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Take me, beautiful. Take all of me.”
He fucks me against my bookshelves, surrounded by stories and sunlight, and it’s the most perfect moment. And when his knot swells and locks inside me, I’m trembling, with tears in my eyes I don’t even understand.
“Hey.” He turns me carefully, keeping us connected, and wipes at my cheeks. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” My voice is rough. “I just… no one’s ever given me anything like this before. And it’s you…”
“Get used to it, darling.” He nuzzles my hair. “You’re mine. That means I spoil you.”
He shifts, finding a comfortable position against the shelves, holding me close. “First chance I get, I’m building you a reading nest with cushions, blankets, and the perfect lighting.”
My chest fills with love for my insane, amazing mate.
“Can we live here?” I ask. “Just… set up everything in the library?”
His laugh rumbles through me. “Whatever you want, little omega.”
We stay like that for a while, locked together surrounded by our books, and I let myself imagine it. A life here. With him. Surrounded by stories, his warmth, his insatiable hunger for me, and our strange, perfect magic.
Then I feel it. My heat is rising again. It’s coming fast and intense! Like a seastorm crashing over me.
“Oh no,” I gasp. “It’s happening again.”
Pierre stiffens. “I can feel it through our bond.”
The hungry simmer has turned back into a raging inferno. My skin feels too tight. Everything in my body aches. And all I can think about is more, now, deeper, harder… NEED!!
“Bed now,” Pierre says, already moving. His knot hasn’t gone down yet…we’re still locked…but he carries me easily, striding through the castle with purpose.
We barely make it to the huge poster bed before I’m clawing at him, desperate and mindless with want.
“Please,” I beg. “Pierre, please…”
“I got you,” he promises. “Always, my Belle.”
Then his knot releases, and he pulls out just to slam back in, the wet sounds of my slickened pussy, his growls, my moans filling the room, and I’m screaming his name as the heat consumes us both.