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FORTY-FOUR

There’s nothing better than having a scent match in your arms.

As Stacia and I lounge together, her relaxing between my legs with a bowl of popcorn, I can’t help but be thankful that the other three play hockey. They’re all gone and I get to bask in the feeling of being isolated with our omega in the comfiest position in the world.

“I can’t believe you’re a horror movie fanatic,” she grumbles at me, and I laugh.

“You act like I’m not completely wrapped around your finger. Say the word, and I’ll put on whatever you want. I’m just happy we get some time together without the meatheads.”

She places more popcorn in her mouth and chews demurely. “Do they know that you refer to them as ‘meatheads’?”

I hide a smirk in her hair. I don’t miss how she doesn’t ask me to change the movie, which makes me giddy.

“Don’t let them fool you. They may be alphas, but they’re just as self-conscious about their biological impulses as betas and omegas are. They let me poke fun because they know their alphas can be ridiculous. They won’t take it personally, least of all from me. And now you, if you choose to.”

She shrugs casually. “I’m not sure. I’ve never really dipped my toe into designation humor.”

“That’s understandable, there’s so many different types of humor to try out,” I chuckle, stealing a few pieces from her bowl and popping them in my mouth. She jokingly growls at me, but then lets out a giggle.

“Have you ever felt less-than secure being a beta?” Her serious tone makes me grin. She turns her head to see me in her periphery.

I think for a second, wondering if I should mention it.

I’ve held back from telling her because it’s not really her problem to deal with.

I also didn’t want her to think it diminishes our meet-cute at the party.

But it is something that I had to take into account those first few weeks, even after I realized I was just having normal insecurities.

“Not usually. I love being a beta and have always been proud of it. My parents and siblings are all betas. There’s obviously jerks out there with their prejudices, like how Derek used to take digs at me.

That wasn’t the first time and it certainly won’t be the last, but I’ve never minded it.

I always thought it was funny actually.” I give a sad chuckle before looking at the back of her head.

Here goes nothing . “I’ve only ever felt insecure being a beta after you met my pack brothers. ”

Her head whips to me, my confession leaving her stunned. She gently places the popcorn down and turns around in my lap, now straddling my thighs.

“What do you mean?” she asks, her head tilts and her confusion is apparent.

I rub my thumb against her cheek, her concerned eyes glazing with that softness of hers that I’ve started to cherish.

I may be a bit more feminine and jolly, but I wouldn’t say I’ve had much experience with softness.

It’s refreshing, and makes me love her that much more.

“I was a bit jealous of my brothers for a while. Watching you meet them for the first time… the potency of the attraction between you and them. I had forgotten that as a beta, I missed out on that with you. That… strong pull between scents.” I give her a small smile.

“I love the way we met, and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world because you are everything to me.

I don’t feel that way anymore, but I did.

It was the only time I wished things were different. That I was different”

Her eyes gloss over. “And you promise you don’t feel that way anymore?”

I nod just as she cradles my face in her palms. Her voice comes out husky as she whispers, “I never told you how I felt the night we met.”

I swallow the soft gasp threatening to escape, our gazes locking, filling me up with desire and elation.

“I remember wishing that you would wrap your arms around me, contemplated asking you to do so. Your scent was intoxicating… despite the outdoors, despite our designations… you were breathtaking .”

Her praise plus the weight of her body pressing against mine makes me groan.

Smelling her for the first time, even while slightly inebriated, was all I had ever wanted.

I remember thinking she was the most beautiful omega I had ever seen, but now I look at her and see that, plus so much more.

She’s the most wonderful, tenderhearted, drop-dead gorgeous human being to ever walk this planet.

And she’s in my lap, speaking pretty words and grinding on my cock.

She sees the way she’s affecting me, smells the spike of my scent. Her eyes remain on me, but her lower body never stops moving over mine. A moan gets trapped in my throat as she rubs against my nearly-hardened cock in just the right spot.

“Back then, I didn’t realize I wanted a pack. I was still in denial, but I knew what my attraction to you meant. I’m sorry for not showing you then what I knew and felt, but maybe I can show you now.”

She sways her body to a stop before she begins her descent downwards. I zone in on the motion with half-lidded eyes, my breathing already feeling labored and heavy.

She gives me a questioning gaze, and all I can do is nod my consent since I’m still amazed that this is even happening.

I help her pull my sweats down along with my boxers, and instead of pulling them to my thighs, she rips them all the way off and throws them to the corner. I laugh at her dramatic throw just before I hiss at the feel of her hand wrapping around me.

“Oh fuck, Stacia,” my eyes close briefly as my blood rushes to meet her, sending sparks up my spine.

I reopen them to see Stacia already watching me, waiting for the moment I set my gaze on her to finally lick from the base to the tip without breaking eye contact.

I can’t hold back the whimper that the sight pulls out of me.

She takes me fully into her mouth, sending me into immediate ecstasy. I rest a hand behind my head while I use my other hand to caress her hair.

She hums around my cock and I excruciatingly will my hips to stay still and not force myself deeper. I watch her head as she bobs up and down slowly, savoring the taste and smell of me before I notice her dip her hand into her own shorts.

Oh holy ? —

She pops off of me. “Ciro, do you like a bit of anal play?”

If she turns around cowgirl style, I’ll loose my fucking mind .

“Y-Yes,” I whisper, trying to rein in control from deep inside myself.

I feel her smirk against my thigh before giving a giggle. “Good. I’ve always wanted to try this.”

She taps my knees, and when I don’t realize her instruction she starts to move them herself, bending them before placing my feet back flat on the cushy surface.

She goes back to swallowing my cock, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head, and I almost forget about her anal comment until I feel something wet and determined circling my entrance.

“ Fuck me ,” I groan as Stacia puts her hand between her legs to collect more of her own slick before coming back to prepare me.

I definitely didn’t think this is what she meant, but I am not complaining.

I love my ass played with, but most women don’t respond to it very well so I’ve stopped asking.

I should have never assumed that wouldn’t be the case with Stacia. She is literally perfect for me in every way.

She collects more slick, feeling her way through the motions as a first timer.

I let her explore, feeling the anticipation climbing as each second goes by.

When she’s finally confident that there’s enough lubrication, she throats me deep and probes my entrance with her finger, finally sticking the tip in.

The growling moan that escapes me is loud and intense. I feel the intrusion, and I’m already imagining how erotic it’ll be when she gets all the way in and touches my…

She sinks her digit in further, slowly but eager. She never gives my cock a rest, using her mouth and tongue to distract me from what she thinks is a tight intrusion, but I know I’m ready for more.

“Please, Stacia,” I beg, feeling like a balloon that’s going to pop from the pressure as I start to grind on her hand. “Give me another finger, baby.”

She nods, her other finger joins the first and continues their penetration.

“You’re doing so good, my precious doe. I never want anyone else in my ass for as long as I live.” I wrap her hair around my fist, but let her control the pace. “Do you want to peg me someday, baby? I bet you’d make me feel so good, fucking me in the ass.”

She moans with my cock deep in her throat and the vibration causes the first tingle to shoot up my spine. Her fingers bottom out inside me, and her experimental curl makes her fingers hit my prostate perfectly.

“Right there, baby,” I gasp out, letting a whimper fall from my lips.

She probes it a few more times before pulling her fingers out and thrusting them back in.

It takes a few tries, but she gets into a rhythm of hitting the spot with every thrust, and I realize that I am utterly ruined by this girl.

I keep one hand fisted in her hair, and the other goes to her throat, wrapping it just enough to feel my own cock as it slides up and down inside her. The entire experience is enchanting, every molecule in my body lighting up with every touch being supplied by her.

Her .

She never slows down or eases up, intent on wrecking me completely, and she is if the sound of my pants and moans are anything to go by. I feel the beginning of my climax rising up my spine quickly and violently.

“Stacia, fuck, I’m going to come, you’re gonna make me—” The string snaps, and I feel myself clench around her fingers as my release spurts down her throat.

It’s the most amazing feeling I’ve ever experienced.

She keeps going, wringing me for everything I have until I’m spent and breathless, and the slightest touch of her tongue leaves my knot-less cock sensitive to the touch.

I’m catching my breath as Stacia pulls back, a smug grin on her face. She crawls up to me and rests on my chest, her gaze never leaving my face. “Did I make it up to you, my beautiful beta?”

A broken-down laugh falls out of me as I wrap my arm around her, my breathing still strained. I place a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m the luckiest fucking beta to ever live.”