“Mine,” I snarled, not sure if she understood and not caring. She was mine now.

I parted her thighs easily before dipping into the core of her femininity, a soft, wet spring of pleasure. I loved feeling her hips buck as I used my tongue on her most sensitive areas, my fingers entering her and hitting her pleasure center.

“Ahh!” she screamed as she fell over the edge the first time. The second time, she nearly bucked me off the bed. I almost got a concussion from the force of her orgasm.

“I want you inside of me,” she panted breathlessly after the second one. “Please.”

I pushed two fingers a little more deeply inside of her wetness. “I am inside of you.”

She glared at me. “Now.”

I didn’t know how she managed it, but suddenly she had pulled away from my fingers and was twisting her body so that I was on the bottom. She was gripping me with one hand, the precome on my tip smearing on her opening.

“Now.”

With that word, she sank on top of me, and I saw stars. My hands went completely of their own volition to the curve of her hips. She sank until every bit of me was sheathed inside of her. I couldn’t remember ever feeling better, warmer, or happier than that very second.

Then she began to move, and it was even better. She rocked her body in a slow, rolling motion that made me want to shoot. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold on as she rode me. Her breasts moved with her and a smile as old as time was on her mouth. Her eyes were shining when she leaned down to kiss me on the lips.

Then her head was on my chest as she made the most of the new position, grinding her clit against my pubic bone as she took me again and again.

I could feel her muscles twitching around me. She threw her head back as she shouted her pleasure to the sky.

That’s all it took. One moment I was enjoying her weight and sweet smell on top of me. The next moment, I was pouring myself into her, filling her up with everything that I had. The second that I was done, I pulled her down, wrapping her in my arms.

“That was indescribable,” I said to her soft hair.

“Best sex that anyone has ever had,” she said, and I could hear her smile in her voice. With my body still joined with hers, I fell asleep, her

naked skin touching mine.

I awoke at moonrise. My new bride, the bride I’d made my own, was sleeping. I touched the smooth curve of her back. Her skin was so soft, reminding me of a rose petal.

I realized with horror that my canines were lengthening. The moon was full tonight. I hadn’t even thought of it, the first night in years that I hadn’t remembered. The curse meant that I would turn into a monster, a werebear.

I stumbled out of the bed, afraid that I’d wake her. I didn’t want her to see the monster who lived inside me, the primitive beast who wanted to bite her so that everyone who saw her would know that she belonged to us and only us.

I went out of the door and down the hidden passage. In a secret room, there was a potion that would knock me out for the rest of the night. When I’d first been cursed, my mother had wept and my father had gone hunting for a cure for two months. He eventually came back with a wizard who told me how to make a potion that would send the beast to sleep. I made large batches every few months and kept them in my secret room.

I drank my potion hastily, even though it tasted more bitter than usual and smelled a little worse, and curled up in the bed that I had there, my form already mostly bear. I didn’t know what Cateline would think when she woke up in an empty bed, but I could not stay with her. I was a monster, a monster out of nightmares.

Sore

Cateline

When I woke up, I felt soreness between my legs. I was facing the wall. I threw off the covers and saw that there were some drops of blood on the sheet. Even though it had been my first time, I knew that I wanted it again and again. I hurt a little bit, but the pleasure more than made up for it.

I couldn’t believe how bold I’d been with him. It was something about being married that changed things. I smiled as I reached for Marceau to go for another round.

He wasn’t there.

I rubbed my eyes, but the sheets were cold. My husband, the one who had taken my virginity last night, was gone.

Suddenly, my entire body felt like it was freezing. I had signed up for imprisonment with a beast, but somehow he had vanished and I was on my own. I went to wash myself between my legs, the soreness intensifying as I touched it. I saw that the servants had brought my trunks to the dressing room, probably during our very short wedding ceremony. What kind of prince only had a priest and two attendants at his wedding?

I dressed into a simple muslin gown that I could get on myself and went to look for my husband. I put something between my legs to catch the slight bit of blood that was dripping between my legs. Last night had been good, but I was hurting just a little.

When I got downstairs, I didn’t see anybody. I followed my nose to the kitchen where I had been yesterday.

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