Page 6 of Bonding with the Beta (Fated Souls #2)

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KAYDEN

T his is the last situation I thought I’d be in, but now I’m here, and I can’t leave.

Kayleigh is trapped between my chest and the fridge, her needy eyes watching me with anticipation as I flick the tip of my finger along the centre of her panties. She chews on her lip, and her head falls back to the metal door.

“Something like that?” I ask deeply.

She releases an exasperated whimper when I move my fingers away, leaving her wet thong for a quick moment. “Not enough,” she murmurs.

My heart thrashes in my chest. Well, nothing is more attractive than a woman telling you what she wants while you’re doing it. Confident girls are the epitome of downright fucking sexy.

And this combination right here? It’s deadly for my soul.

I didn’t listen to myself.

I didn’t stay away.

Not when she’s wearing these tiny little black shorts and a short white cropped T-shirt that allows me to see her nipples through the fabric. The Goddess is testing me. I fucking know it.

Do I deserve to be tortured? I’d like to know exactly what I’ve done.

“Kayden.” She closes her eyes and breathes through her nose sharply.

The sound of my name falling from her pretty lips does weird things to my stomach. “What was that about not knowing where the clitoris is?”

She groans and looks at me, wriggling her back against the fridge as if she’s in deep discomfort because I’m no longer touching her. “Being cocky doesn’t get you brownie points.”

“No?” My brows raise. “But I guess it’ll make you come.”

“Wha–”

I press the tips of my fingers back to her damp core and roll them around the hood slowly. A hand reaches out, and she grabs onto my arm for support when I push her panties to the side and let my middle finger slip down her slit.

“Oh my God,” she heaves.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She doesn’t need to be asked twice. Her legs widen at the same time her fingernails start digging into the muscles on my arms. “That’s it,” I whisper as I dip my head closer to her ear and allow my fingers to roll around her throbbing clit.

Breathe, Kayleigh. Breathe .

Use your goddamn lungs!

I grin to myself at her wandering thoughts. I start slowly, teasing her by moving my fingers down to her lips and back up to her clit. Her small whimpers of protest make me want to do it again and again until she’s withering in frustration and begging me to make her come.

Her wetness coats my fingers and practically drips down the centre of her thighs.

“Any feedback?” I chuckle as she shudders against me.

Kayleigh bites down on her bottom lip until it turns white, with those big blue eyes that now replicate the night sky staring back at me. “Put your fingers inside me,” she gasps. “Rub my clit with your thumb.”

“You want me to fuck you with my fingers, huh?”

Tears gather in Kayleigh’s lash line as she tilts her head back, angling it slightly to the ceiling. “Yes. Yes.”

I slip one finger inside her, only up to my second knuckle. Her walls tighten against me, and she releases a long moan that I know she was trying her hardest to keep in. “Like that?”

“More,” she cries.

A small tut falls from my lips. “I think someone was a little more than pent up.”

“Please, shut up,” she begs.

I chuckle and thrust my finger a little deeper. I move slowly, allowing her body to become used to my touch. I pull out and slip a second finger inside her, then press my thumb to her clit like she asked.

A loud gasp rings out of her throat. “Fuck. I-is someone going to walk in?”

“You’re worried about that now?” I quirk a brow. “Christ, I must be doing a shit job.”

Kayleigh shakes her head vigorously. “No. No. You’re not,” she pants as I continue to fuck her with my fingers but gently. “I just don’t want…this to be interrupted.”

“Trust me,” I dip my head down to her neck and press a kiss against her thrashing pulse, “no one is coming in here. Now, be quiet and focus on my fingers, nothing else.”

Her lips press together before opening again. “Oh, God.”

I lay my thumb over her growing clit and hold it there whilst I slowly thrust my fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. She pulses against me, legs spreading even wider as she clings to me for support.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” she pants.

My thumb begins to move around her clit, and she cries out, lips trembling with heated desire. I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t hard as a fucking rock in my pants. She’s not ashamed to show her pleasure. She’s not ashamed to ask for what she likes. I like the fact she’s using me for her release.

I want her to use me.

I drop my hand from the top of the fridge and clutch the edge of her jaw, bringing our faces together. “Like that?” I rasp.

Kayleigh purses her lips to muffle a low groan of thick desire. “Exactly like that.” She nods in agreement. “D-don’t stop.”

My hand slips from her face, down the curve of her hip and plays with the hem of her cropped top. I slide my finger beneath the fabric, almost touching the swell of her breast.

She gasps and rolls against my hand, eager for more. I speed up but keep my thumb at a slower pace, running circles on her clit and changing pressure with the pad.

“Kayden.” She pulls me closer. “Fuck. R-right there.”

I keep at the same tempo, not changing a thing.

Her mouth parts, and she releases a long moan of pleasure as she rides out her orgasm on my fingers. I can’t take my eyes off her. She is a fucking vision. Her nails continue to dig into my skin, but I can’t find a single fuck to give.

When she sucks in a breath and recovers from her climax, her head rolls, and I gently remove my fingers from her dripping core. I slide my hand from the bottom of her breast and move it to cup her chin, tilting her hazy eyes to mine.

“Did testing the theory work?” I ask huskily.

Kayleigh hums with surprise. “Yeah,” she pants, and the sound of her rapid heartbeat makes my ears drown. “You know where the clit is. Well done. You deserve a medal. You’re already better than eighty percent of the male population.”

A quiet laugh barks out of me. “Thanks, I’ll add it to my resume.”

Her cheeks deepen to a shade of dark pink. She avoids my eyes as she adjusts her pyjamas, and I take a step back.

“You alright?” I ask with a tilt of my head.

“Mm?” Her dilated eyes dart to mine. “Yeah. I’m good. Thanks.”

What the hell have you done, Kayleigh?

I step back and turn to the sink, her climax still coating my fingers. I drag my tongue across my bottom lip as my cock throbs in my pants.

My hands rest under the running water as I wash away her wetness despite the urge to know what she tastes like. But it’s probably best I don’t; otherwise, I’ll be driving myself up the wall knowing I can’t have her.

“I should probably.” She clears her throat and points to the living room. “Finish my essay.”

I dry my hands on a tea towel. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Kayleigh’s head moves as she steps away but doesn’t look back at me. “Uh. Sure.”

“Goodnight, Kayleigh.”

She pauses by the door and latches onto the door hinge as if her legs are struggling to work. “Night, Kayden.”

I watch her as she leaves and the silence of the kitchen becomes overwhelming. My chest attempts to catch all the breaths I’d missed in the time we had been together. Now I’m starting to realise I’m playing with fire.

No matter how many times I tell myself to stay away, I ignore every intuition that screams at me. Her thoughts don’t stop. They’re loud and vibrant in my head, impossible to escape.

How am I meant to stay away from her when those thoughts wrap around my nervous system like a fucking curse?

Kayleigh might not be my mate, but I can’t help the curiosity to find out what this connection is between us.

Even if it feels like a terrible idea, I’ll regret it if I don’t.