Chapter 21

Belle's POV

"Come out here, Isabella."

His voice doesn't leave any room for questions. Doesn't give her time to pull away.

And despite the lingering fear, the way her fingers tremble, Belle slowly pulls herself out from under the stools,

She freezes when she meets his eyes.

They are dark red, not angry...feral. Resembling that day he'd lost control in front of the hall.

His eyes are pinned on her, chest arising and falling unevenly, muscles bulging beneath the thin material of his tunic, veins visible down his arms.

He looks like a wolf about to pounce.

His pheromones fill the room with something heavy. Something that makes her legs tighten instinctively.

She feels like jelly under his intense gaze, and she looks away.

"Why are you here?" He asks, voice strained and raspy. "I told you to stay away from me!"

Belle doesn't have a response. Because can she even say??

I'm not from your world, I came to your bath because it's apparently the only way I know to go back home.

She meets his gaze again, and the look in his eyes punches the air from her lungs.

Her skin feels hot, sparks shooting up her spine like an exposed wire pulled taunt.

The prince doesn't hesitate to walk toward her, pheromones spiking with each movement, filling the space.

But it doesn't make her choke surprisingly. Just....needy.

She swallows and shifts back instinctively, not really afraid, but still skeptical. What is he going to do to her?

His jaws are tight, fingers flexing besides him like he's fighting control.

Everything about him emanates the very essence of masculinity, sharp jawlines and strong arms.

It must be his pheromones...because underneath everything else, she wants him so bad right now.

And as if reading her thoughts, he pounces.

One moment he's still walking toward her, the next he's right in front of her, wide palms splayed across the back of her neck.

"M-my lord.."

She barely gets the entire word out, before he crashes their lips together in a fierce kiss.

Belle doesn't object to the kiss, and she doesn't want to. Not with his scent clamping around her tightly like a vice, making her arch into the touch instead of pushing him away.

Her hand comes up, to fist the front of his thin tunic, pulling him even closer like they aren't already impossibly joined.

"Ah.." she whimpers, when his tongue slides in, kissing and licking into her mouth like he is trying to memorize every ridge, every curve.

His finger slides down her jaw, firm but not harsh, like he's trying to anchor himself. The prince groans into the kiss, the sound something inhumane.

Belle pulls apart, but only because she can't breathe.

But that bit is unsuccessful, because the next second Darian is crashing their lips back together like he can't bear to be away from her lips for a second.

Belle's chest is heaving by the time she has to pull her lips away again, gasping for breath with wide eyes.

Darian on the other hand seems unscathed, he's staring at her like he's trying to read her soul.

"You weren't supposed to be here.." he sounds ragged, "I told you to stay away from me."

She's weak, leaning until his touch like fish to water, "I-I'm sorry, I- my lord."

His fingers slide beneath her chin, lifting her beautiful brown eyes to meet his red burning ones.

"I'm not holding back any longer." He says. Doesn't ask her, he's telling her..and then leans down to plant open mouthed kisses down her jawline, the dip of her neck...

"Please.." she gasps against the feel of his lips, pulling him in closer.

She doesn't know what she's begging for, but it sounds desperate even to her own ears.

The sound makes Darian snap, and he crashes their lips together again.

This time harder, hungrier, hands finding the curve of her skin beneath the Maid's cloth.

His tunic comes off first, her dress follows, and Belle's cheeks turn instantly red as Dorian's eyes drift down her.

The hunger in his eyes is raw, unfiltered, and no one has ever looked at her like that. Not James, not anyone else before him.

His grip tightens, swallowing as the reminder of her clothes slip down to the floor. His eyes drinking her in hungrily, hands caressing soft skin with a gentleness that contrasts the roughness of their kiss.

"Beautiful," he murmurs in awe, and the way he says it sends a lick of heat up her spine.

She looks away, blush blooming across her cheeks.

She can see the way his hands flinch as they feel down her frame, the way his eyes grow even darker. The bob of his Adam's apple.

He's holding himself back..

"Darian…" she breathes, not even realizing the way his name spews out her lip...and that sound, that's what finally makes him snap.

He hisses and kisses her again, remainder of clothes coming off him in a frenzy as he backs her up until her frame is pressed against the door.

Darian reaches behind her and locks the door, the click loud between their labored breaths and Belle's needy gasps.

A sound leaves his throat at the sounds she makes, "I warned you…' he growls against her skin, voice no longer fully human. "I warned you to stay away from me…"

His grip tightens, fingers digging into her skin, his wolf surfacing..

And Belle doesn't stop him;

Even as one of his other hand drops from the wall, snaking it's way between her legs, even as he nudes her legs apart, standing between them, one hand caressing her hips.

Belle's eyes drop between them, and her jaws slack. She'd known the Alpha Prince was big...had seen it that day between the cracks, but seeing it upfront?

How was it supposed to fit?!

As if reading her mind, the Prince leans in, hot breath fanning her ear. "I'm going to make it fit, don't worry, hmm?"

And somehow, the way he says it sends a lick of heat up her spine despite the skeptism. She shivers and whimpers at the same time, like she doesn't know what to do with herself.

Belle's head hits the door behind them with a loud thud when Prince Dorian's thick fingers finds her the wet fold, thumb circling her clit.

"Ah--ah, fuck!" She moans, head tipping back, exposed.

The sound feels the space, alongside her breathy moans, fingers raking the Prince's back and arms to ground herself.

He barely notices,

"So wet for me," he pants, curling his fingers. "Do I turn you on that much? Huuh? Does the thought of me entering you, turn you on that much?!"

Belle whimpers,actually whimpers, grinding down onto his fingers, eager for more of his touch.

He pulls out his fingers with a wet drag, flipping her around finally against the door, cock pressing against the swell of her ass cheek. He has to reach up with one hand to pin her hands up against the wall, breath fanning her skin.

Then he positions behind her, pressing in with one brutal trust.

She moans out loud, eyes rolling to the back of her head, body trembling from the stretch... from the way the Prince seems to grow even bigger inside her.

"Gods--" she hears the Prince grunt behind her, pulling her closer like they're not already impossibly joint.

"You feel-ah- so good."

Another harsh roll of the hips.

He drags it out, feeling every ridge, every curve like he's trying to carve her to the shape of him. To make her forget everyone who's ever been there before him.

Her moans and whimpers feel the space, his heavy breaths loud as he picks up pace, slamming into her until the rhythmic sound echoes.

His wolf drives his hips so hard, like he's trying to claim her from the inside out, over and over until her legs buckles, until she's a trembling, shaking mess.

He groans her name over and over into her neck, like a mantra, thrusts turning uneven and almost desperate as his lips trailing the softness of her skin.

The Prince is so close now, she can feel it, feel the way his grunts grow louder, the grip on her hips tighter.

He presses her against the wall, over and over, until her mouth falls open from pleasure, drool seeping.

"My p-prince...please.." she says incoherently, "t-too deep.."

"I'm close." He tries and fails to pull back, like his wolf can't bear the distance. "I'm so...just a bit more.."

His hand slides up, holding her still as his mouth trails to her neck like he can't help himself.

He presses a soft kiss to the dip at first, teeth feeling soft skin desperately, enough that it makes her flinch.

Then Belle feels it...his fangs, grazing over her neck like he is about to...

Her body instantly locks, body trembling just from that...the thought of the Prince marking her--making her entirely his....the orgasm hitting her with full force.

The clench force pushes the Prince over the edge too, and he wraps his hand around her waist, spilling messily.

Dorian is about to bite, when he suddenly jerk his mouth away like he's been burned, eyes still sharp... while Belle's heart pounds at the realization that she was about to let the Prince mark her..

His breathing is still ragged as they slowly try to come to, the Prince still deep inside her.

For a moment he just stares, knowing he almost didn't stop himself.  Almost didn't stop himself from owning her utterly....

He grips her waist again, pulling her flush against him like he needs the contact. "You're mine now, Isabella," he says hoarsely, possession lining each syllable. "Marked or not....that doesn't change anything."

His fingers leave crest marks on her hips, "Say it!"

Belle's chest is still heaving from the intensity of the moment, her body still humming from everything that just happened.

She'd thought the Prince avoided her because he didn't want her, not because he knew he would lose control like this...

The worse part is; she doesn't even regret it.

She doesn't regret what just happened...

She feels the Prince push slightly behind her, making her gasp loudly, still sensitive.

"Answer me, Isabella!!"

She slowly meets his eyes, they're green again, though still feral. His scent has settled too, still lingering, but bearable.

He's looking down at her like she belongs to him.

Her voice cracks, but she says it.

"Yes my lord..." She swallows thickly, "I'm yours."

And for a moment it's calm, until one thought slips in;

Does he own Belle Layton…

…or Isabella?