Page 7 of Love in Excess (Beta Accepted #9)

CELESTE

I wake up, mostly refreshed, Hunter’s shirt casing me in.

The faint ache in my body mixed with the warmth lingering beneath my skin makes me feel alive.

I kind of forgot about my heat, the calendar in the kitchen is more for Hunter than it is for me.

I just exist these days in the best way possible, although I’d be happier if there was a computer in here.

Part of my probation was that I couldn’t be anywhere near technology. We just kinda continued that when it ended.

My phone doesn’t even have internet capabilities on it.

Which sucks ass but it’s for the best. I don’t really want to spend time in jail, not that Hunter would let that happen. However, then he’d be in jail, I’d be in this house, and then I’d get in more trouble. A wonderful circle of life.

Sitting up to stretch, I let out a little happy moan as my back cracks in the exact perfect way. My scent blooms with my mood, the memories from yesterday souring what little excitement I had this morning. Fucking Carter.

I had been so fucking excited to go out with him and then he manhandled me.

For what reason? My stomach grumbles, angry at me for eating so many oysters.

I hadn’t planned on that either but I stuff my face when I’m nervous.

And then there was that beautiful Beta, the one that was in my dreams, his name on my lips when Hunter left last night.

I don’t entirely remember what he was doing but I know that I had this perfect fantasy of being in a Lincoln-Hunter sandwich that then morphed into putting Lincoln in the middle.

Yes, please.

I stretch again, not yet ready to leave my nest, the door opening to reveal my Alpha.

A sloppy grin slides onto my face at his low-slung dress pants, Hunter absent a shirt, all of those beautiful tattoos stark against his dark skin.

His hearty scent hits me all at once, the warmth in his expression fully settling me.

I just watch as he saunters over to me, dragging me toward the edge of my nest for a kiss.

I moan into the embrace, struggling to get closer as my legs wrap around his waist. His cock nestles between my thighs, a soft sigh tugging from my lips.

“Is my pretty girl needy this morning?” he murmurs.

“Always for you.” And I am.

Before I met my Alpha, I was content with the one night hookup here and there, thinking that having a mate would tie me down. It’s been the exact opposite. It’s given me room to breathe, to flourish, to explore my Omega in a way that one-night stands don’t allow.

Hunter chuckles as he dives in for another kiss, his hands moving to the back of my thighs to lift me from the nest. A grumble rumbles through my chest but I soon find myself sitting on the edge of the sink as Hunter checks that the shower is hot enough.

I rarely have to do anything on my own either, Hunter ensuring everything I need is at my fingertips, a thought that wouldn’t have occurred to me a few years ago.

When I first met this man, he was both terrifying and everything I needed all wrapped in a cop who didn’t want me to waste away. And now? I don’t lift a finger unless I want to. Hell, I still don’t really know how to cook other than my favorite soba noodles and spaghetti and I’m almost 30.

I’m not sure I could go back to whatever it was I was doing before Hunter.

There’s just one thing missing.

Lincoln.

“Where are you running off to in your head, Celeste?” Hunter’s voice is a few octaves deeper, concern lacing his tone as he reaches around me to pull my hair into a bun. He then reaches for my shower cap, my head falling forward to his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s selfish,” I blurt out.

Hunter leads me under the hot spray after shedding me of my clothes and then his own. “I assure you that it’s probably not. Baby girl, I told you when I mated you that I would give you the world if I could and I still mean it. Anything you want other than a computer.”

I snort at that, Hunter gently turning me around so that he can start on my back.

The coconut body wash always smells better when he’s slathering it over my skin, a heavy sigh falling from my lips as I let myself be taken care of.

Heat blooms where his touch lingers, a whine following that has my legs quivering.

I can feel it before I smell it, slick gathering between my thighs, Hunter’s resulting purr running straight down my spine.

“Do you need me, baby girl?” He purrs in my ear, his hands settling on my waist. I don’t answer, just nod, Hunter guiding me toward the back of the shower.

“Hands on the tile. There you go. Your Alpha is going to take good care of you.”

His cock nestles against my ass, my Alpha rocking himself against me a few times, teasing me. Fuck that. I reach behind me to grab his cock and line him up before ramming myself back onto his length. Hunter fills me suddenly, his knot fluttering against my pussy as a yelp tears from my throat.

“Jesus Christ. Warn a guy next time,” Hunter jokes as I start fucking myself on his cock, needing this more than he knows.

My mind drifts to Lincoln again, the fantasy of the Beta filling my mouth while I lose myself to men swirling around in my head.

I grit my teeth and shake my head, refusing to dwell on that.

Instead, I focus on Hunter’s perfect cock, the girth that’s just right, and that little piercing at the tip that drags along my inner walls making me shudder with pleasure.

“Alpha,” I whine, Hunter taking up the pace I can’t hold, his hips slamming relentlessly against my ass until I’m falling apart against the tile.

Had Hunter been a few inches taller, this wouldn’t have worked but we’re nearly the same height, which provides a lot more opportunities.

I sag forward, Hunter rocking his knot against my pussy but not pushing inside. We tried that once and neither one of us were excited about sitting on the shower floor until his knot came down.

Hunter drops his lips to the crook of my ear, my pussy constricting around his cock as he continues to make shallow thrusts.

“Feeling better?” I can only nod, unable to catch my breath, one of his hands moving to splay across my belly, the other wrapping around one of my tits.

His lips travel lower, sucking on my bond mark as his purr erupts, Hunter thrusting one last time before reaching his own release.

Warmth spills inside of me, a gasp tearing from my throat as pleasure shoots through me, his release slipping down my thighs as my pussy overfills. The heat from this morning dissipates and I sag a little further, Hunter taking a few moments before pulling out of me.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl and then we can talk about why you think you’re being selfish.”

I was hoping he had forgotten about that.