Page 9 of A Baby for the Beast (Beastverse #3)

Hayley

W hen an alpha tells you that you've been a bad girl, one would think it means he's about to reprimand them in the most delicious, toe-curling way.

I didn't think when Remus said it that he'd send me off to get showered and then make me a sandwich because he hadn't seen me eat tonight.

Now, we're in the nest, and he's snoring beside me, one arm propped behind his head, the other wrapped around me.

I'm on edge, and not because I have a stranger in my bed.

If that was going to put me on edge, I never would've slept from college until about, oh, six months ago.

No, what has me on edge is that he's done nothing to help with the little issue I'm having.

The one where he's been growling and domineering all night, and it's done inappropriate things to my body that he would take care of if he were a good alpha.

I wriggle in his hold, squeezing my thighs together in a way that's not doing nearly enough to get me anywhere close to satisfying my need. It doesn't stop me from trying, though, my thighs clenching, my hips wiggling.

A low growl has me freezing as Remus lets his hand around my abdomen fall lower and lower until he's teasing the hem of my short sleep shorts.

He might not be any good with his purr, but his growl has me slicking up so fast, my hindbrain telling me to please my alpha and submit to my alpha because that's what he wants to be, right? Mine.

I arch into him, feeling where his cock is hard and straining against his jeans.

Jeans that I wish he'd take off. He at least lost the shirt before he crawled into the nest, making sure to be gentle with it, something plenty of other alphas have been jerks about, as though they don't realize how stressful it is when something's misplaced or disturbed in the nest.

"Please, Remus," I whine, wiggling against him, only stopping when his growl grows in intensity.

It's still a low, dangerous sound. He doesn't give it volume to be more intimidating. He just is. And the needy, desperate part of me that wants to be taken care of, protected, and cherished is swooning for this beast and his deadly growl.

If he slips his fingers just a little lower, he's going to feel where I've soaked through my panties already and am probably leaving a mess. His nose travels the length of my neck, goosebumps popping up over my skin as he inhales deeply.

" Are you sorry yet? " he asks.

My brows furrow, and I try to turn to look at him, but he's still buried in my neck, his lips and tongue teasing where I imagine he'll bite me when he wants to. "Why am I sorry?"

He hums a disappointed sound as his fingers withdraw from where they were tracing the line of my shorts against my lower stomach.

" Where to start, " his voice rumbles as he moves behind me.

His groin pulls away from where he's pressed against me long enough that I think he's adjusting himself to be more comfortable, but then his hand is back, his fingers slick with what I now realize is his precum.

He gives me a moment to object, but I don't. No, I'm salivating, wanting him to cover me in it, to mark me up with his scent.

He's claimed my nest. Now I just need him to claim me.

" Your apartment's security is poor, " he tells me, distracting me from the disappointment in his words as he drags his fingers over my neck, rubbing his scent into my scent glands. I can't smell it very well, but it does have me back to wiggling and writhing and trying to find some relief.

He repeats the process of touching himself and then marking me a few more times, each time telling me another of my infractions.

" You didn't lock your deadbolt. Your deadbolt is broken. There are no cameras in the hallway. "

"Are you mad at me because this is the apartment I can afford?" I ask, teasing him now that his growl has softened.

His fingers move back to the hem of my shorts, tapping gently against the little lace detailing that keeps them tight enough on me not to slip away but doesn't cut into my ever-growing belly. When his fingers are still, he leans back into my neck, taking a sniff of me and huffing in contentment.

" I guess you could say I'm mad at you for choosing this apartment even if it's the only one within your means, " he tells me, all serious, not a hint of a joke. " You're mine now, though. I'll fix that. "

"What do–" I start to ask, but he slips his fingers underneath the hem of my shorts, cupping me over my underwear, my very wet, very obviously slicked-up underwear. I'd be mortified by my reaction to him if he wasn't already super into me, even with the whole being pregnant thing.

He teases a line up and down the gusset of my underwear, swirling his finger around where I'm most sensitive.

He has me purring into him, something that usually only happens with alphas I've been seeing for a while, because it takes a lot for me to feel safe enough to let it out.

Remus meets the sound with a low vibration of his growl and another smooth swipe against my sex.

I'm on the edge of coming from his growl and his barely there touch.

He pats me twice before settling his hand up against my panties and just holds me as he relaxes behind me again.

"Remus?" I ask, my voice whiny and breathy because I was just on the edge of a delicious orgasm, and now he's just holding me.

" Hm? " he asks, his tone so uninterested that a shocked giggle escapes my lips. This man is really about to leave me soaked and aching all night because he doesn't like the security of my apartment.

"Am I being punished?" I ask, ignoring the fresh slick wetting my underwear, that I'm sure he feels warming his hand.

" Yes, " he says, adding a growl to his voice. " Now sleep. "

I whimper at the idea of having to try to sleep with him right behind me, his hand pressing just hard enough into me that I can feel him, but not hard enough to find release unless I grind myself into him.

I rock my hips a little, trying to see if he'll let me get away with it.

Instead, a low growl escapes his lips, signaling his displeasure, causing me to stop moving even as my pussy clenches around nothing.

What a terrible man he is to use such a good growl to work me higher and keep me from doing anything about it.

" Sleep, omega. I'll tend to your needs in the morning. "

"Promise?" I ask.

" Promise. "

I sigh happily. One, because he's telling me he'll be here in the morning and isn't just here for a single night of fun.

Not that we've done much of anything that's my regular fun, but still.

And two, because if he's telling me the truth, he's going to make me come in the morning, and I want that so bad.

I want it now, but I can settle for in the morning.

If it'll make him feel better about my security system to keep me on edge for a little while, I'll allow it.

Maybe he's one of those alphas who likes disciplining their omega.

I can be a little naughty, so maybe I deserve it.

Speaking of which. I wiggle once more now that his arm's gone a little heavier, thinking maybe he's asleep. Nope. He growls again, but doesn't speak, just lets those vibrations do terrible things to me until he's sure I've gotten the point.

When his snores start up a few minutes later, his hand still tucked between my thighs, I don't think about grinding into him again because it'll probably wake him.

Instead, I listen to the rhythmic in and out of his breathing and let it lull me to some of the best sleep I've had since this pregnancy started.

And when I wake up twice in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, he helps me out of the nest and then returns us to our same position as soon as I'm done.

It's nice. And even though a huge part of me is still saying I shouldn't think this is real because he could be using me to get at Kyle, a smaller part is trying to make me believe that this alpha and his beast are mine.

***

The sun barely peeks through the curtains hanging in my bedroom when my eyes flutter open.

I'm met with the worst sounding purr I have ever heard in my life and the reminder of what all happened last night.

The promise I was made comes back to me, having me shooting awake with a little too much gusto.

"Easy there," Lucas laughs as he helps steady me since sitting up too quickly makes me feel more than a little dizzy.

The blanket is low on his waist, leaving his torso bare for my perusal. His fucking gorgeous, hand-sculpted abs and pecs that look like he trains hard. I bet he could carry me and run for like at least a mile. I lean into him, unashamed by my needs, by the desire in my body.

I stick my tongue out and lick him from one muscled pec up to his throat, scraping it with my teeth when I finish. He purrs harder, which I'm choosing to ignore because he's trying to get better with it, even if it's awful right now.

"You promised me, alpha," I tell him, my voice laced with the anger of being denied all night long, of having to sleep in drenched panties with his fingers always pressing into me, keeping me right on edge.

I have to give Lucas credit if I am the first omega he's been with.

Either he just knows what he wants and has been picky, or he's a natural because the look he gives me is downright devilish.

He doesn't even immediately give control over to Remus, who I thought would be out as soon as the mention of sex was even hinted at, like so many of the beasts I've been with.

Lucas smirks and crawls out from underneath the blankets, nudging my thighs apart and urging me back toward the back of the nest where I'm just now realizing he's set up a pile of pillows so I can lean back against them without my daughter's entire weight feeling like it's going to do permanent damage to my spine.