I surrender to it all. To him.
EIGHTEEN
Bestian
This evening iseverything I ever wanted—and more. Rose floats in my arms, her face blissful and relaxed. The crown sparkles in her curls. She came to me, the Omega I had been dreaming of. She fought her way to my castle and broke the spell. And now she looks every inch a queen.
Myqueen.
I guide her in big sweeping steps across the invisible platform I’ve conjured for us. She snuggles against my chest and I realize I’ve started purring, a steady, soothing rumble.
“Rose,” I murmur. She blinks up at me, her eyes cloudy with need.
“Bestian,” she moans, and clamps her arms around my neck, pressing against me. She nuzzles my jaw. I avert my head before she tries to rub against my mask.
I order the wind to take us to her nesting room immediately. Rose doesn’t seem to be aware of her surroundings anymore. Her estrus is consuming her, despite my attempt to soothe her with my purr.
By the time we reach the bed, she’s arching against me and grinding her hips. The sweet musk of her slick rises to fill my senses. I groan, my cock throbbing.
She’s fumbling with her gown, tugging the voluminous skirts up around her waist. She’s not wearing any underwear and I reach for the hot, wet core of her, squeezing hard. Her clit is like a rigid jewel against my palm.
“Bestian!” Hot slick spurts rhythmically into my hand. She’s coming already.
And she’s calling my name.
Her head is tossed back, her eyes closed. Lost in the throes of pleasure. Her bare neck is mere inches away. So smooth. So tempting.
My canines lengthen, my mouth floods with saliva. It would be so easy to sink my throbbing teeth into her soft flesh. To make her mine. To claim her completely.
My purr grows into a growl. Rose shudders and gushes some more. “Please,” she whimpers. “I need it. I need—” She reaches for me and I grasp her wrists, forcing her to turn face down on the bed, pushing her skirts higher up her waist.
“Naughty girl.” I spank her, hard. She moans and raises her ass higher, for more. “Trying to command your king.” After a couple more slaps, I delve my fingers between her slippery folds, making her shudder. “Is this what you want?” I find the spot that makes her writhe and stroke circles over her swollen, slick flesh.
“I want you. Please, Bestian…”
Her name on my lips is like a drug.
She slides her knees wider apart, pressing her shoulders into the bed to offer her cunt up to me. In the soft light of the bedroom, the crown gleams in her curls. Tugging off my clothes, I order awhispto remove it so it doesn’t bounce off and hurt her while I rut her. Once the ornament is safely on the bedside table, I grip my queen’s thighs and spread them further, impossibly wide. My cock breaches her folds, driving into her slowly. The bedclothes muffle her moans.
Ulf, she feels so good around me. My canines are throbbing.
I thought this position would make it easier for me to resist giving her the claiming bite. But as soon as I’m knot-deep inside her, she arches up, pushing into my thrusts. Her head tips back. It would be so easy to thread my hand through her curls, tug her back, and sink my teeth into the tender junction between her shoulder and neck.
I grit my teeth and focus on the way her cunt is stretched around me. Rose tips her head to the side, offering a beautiful, bare expanse of skin. The urge to bite her is overwhelming, yet something holds me back. My body and my mind are at war.
With a roar of frustrated anger, I push her back down and cover her body with mine. My knot expands fully and Rose cries out, her tight heat rippling around my cock. Her climax triggers my own. As I shudder and throb, filling her with endless ropes of my cum, I angle my face away from the scented temptation of her flesh, and sink my aching teeth into a pillow instead.
* * *
The Queen’scrown gleams in the darkness beside our bed. Rose slumbers beside me, her face tucked into my chest. I crane my head to scan the quiet corners of our bedroom. Thewhispshave removed the ruined pillow I bit into.
My shoulders ache with tension so I roll onto my back. Rose’s pretty bow lips turn downwards in a pout. She reaches for me, her forehead wrinkling in sleep. Only when I draw her back into my arms does she settle with a sigh.
I hold her, admiring her in the gentle glow of the approaching dawn. My heir could be taking root in her belly even now. Khan’s queen had a perfect baby girl, so we know that Ulfarri/human pairings can be successful. I never dreamed I might procreate before Rose appeared on my doorstep, and the idea now fills my heart with joy.
Last night, she came to me wearing the crown of a queen. She has agreed to assume her place beside me. She still cares for her Ma, but she is willing to leave her Ulfarri home behind, and stay here, with me.
The urge to give her the claiming bite—just a faint desire on our first night together—has become a raging, desperate need. But every time I’m just about to give in and actually do it, bind her to me completely, something stops me.
