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Cullen

I used to love working at the restaurant. The quiet hours in the office, when I could muddle through paperwork while Joey was at school, was relaxing.

Only, now, my mind kept thinking about a certain omega.

Seeing her at the festival with Joey had been something else. The way she had looked after Joey, while giving her space to be herself, yet was always there to help if Joey needed it. They had worked together so well, and both of them had radiated joy the entire day.

The sight was almost painful, it was so beautiful.

And now Bethany was a part of our family.

“Hey, Cullen, you have a visitor,” Sally said as she grinned at me, leaning against the bar.

“What’s that smirk for?” I asked, looking up from my paperwork. I was sitting in the tiny office at the back of the restaurant, going through the various order forms that needed to be completed for the week. “Who is it?”

Her grin widened. “A pretty blonde I just happened to see you kissing in the hallway after her disastrous date a few months ago…”

“You saw that?” I spluttered. I had thought we were completely out of sight.

She chuckled gleefully, throwing her head back. “When are you going to realize I see everything here? Your pack is dating her, aren’t they?”

“We are, but we aren’t widely publicizing it yet. She’s nervous, and given the age gap…”

Sally cocked her head to the side. “As long as everyone is over the age of twenty-one, I say age is just a number. She seems like a good fit for you. You guys could do with some fresh young energy in your life. You’re acting like a bunch of grandpas, even though you’re young yourselves.”

“She’s still in college.”

Sally shrugged. “Judging by the way she smacked you, she’s more mature than you are.”

I groaned. Of course, she had seen that. “I would very much like you to forget you ever witnessed that…”

“I’ll show her through.” Sally beamed, practically skipping out of the room.

A moment later, Bethany was walking in, a small smile on her face. She was wearing a sundress with a cardigan over it. The dress was short, brushing against her thighs, emphasizing those legs that I very much wanted wrapped around me.

“Hey, what brings you to my den of iniquity?” I asked, getting up from my chair and pulling her into a hug.

“Classes finished early, and I kept thinking about the pistachio and raspberry pastries you were talking about the other day, so I thought I would stop by.”

“Have you eaten lunch yet?” I asked.

She pouted. “I’ve had some chips.”

“You and I both know that isn’t a proper meal.”

“I know, but I am craving sweet things with a vengeance. I don’t want real food. I want desserts!”

My hands rested on her hips, and I couldn’t help but smile down at her. She was freaking adorable, and part of me just wanted to hand her every dessert I could find to keep her smiling at me.

A larger part of me wanted to take care of her, though, and that meant real food. She was pregnant and needed to eat food with at least some nutritional value.

Leaning down, I rubbed my cheek on hers, inhaling her delicious sweet omega scent. It was like the best sort of crack, and it had been a while since I’d had a hit.

“Well, we have some beautiful steaks and baked potatoes for the dinner service tonight.”

She chewed her lip thoughtfully. “I’ll accept that…if I can have pastries after!”

A chuckle escaped my chest. Leaning down, I growled lightly as I spoke. “I’m going to make sure you’re well cared for, even if you want to smack me for it.” I laughed, but it was lower than my usual timbre.

Tart apple washed over me, almost painfully sweet.

Clearly my words had done something.

“Is someone feeling a little needy?” I asked.

Her face flushed. “I’m sorry, ugh! I think I have some de-scenter in my bag.” She started to rummage in her handbag, but I stopped her.

“Or I could help you…”

Her eyes widened. “You mean…here?!” she asked, her voice almost scandalized.

“It’s my office and the door locks.” I shrugged. “I just want a little taste.”

“I mean…” Bethany trailed off.

She wasn’t saying no, so I took her lack of an answer as a yes. When more of her sweet scent exploded in the room, I knew that was exactly what she wanted.

My grip on her hips tightened as I swept her up, depositing her onto my desk. The way my office was set up, her back was to the door, and she was facing my chair.

As I moved her, she squeaked in shock.

Fucking hell, even that was adorable.

“Cullen!” she whispered, gaping at me.

“You can’t be standing for what I plan to do to you,” I informed her, leaning forward and claiming her lips in mine. I was between her legs, bending down to claim her mouth. “If you can stand when I’m done with you, then I’ve done a bad job.”

“Oh…”

I laughed, “Yeah, oh. Now, be a good girl and stay quiet.” As I spoke, I slowly sank to my knees.

“I… uhh…oh, fuck .”

The whispered curse word falling out of her mouth made me grin as I slowly pushed the hem of her dress up. Her scent was so fucking potent, it was like I had shoved my face right in a fucking apple pie.

She wanted this, probably more than she was willing to admit. We had been so hands-off since her heat, and it had been killing me. We were all in, but I didn’t want to steamroll her.

It was also starting to dawn on me that I couldn’t let her fester in her own thoughts for too long, or Bethany was likely to freak herself out.

So, devouring her on my desk felt like a nice middle ground.

“Do these even count as underwear?” I hummed, tracing my fingers along the thin bit of fabric that was already soaked by her wetness.

“I may need to do laundry,” she admitted with a cute little scrunch of her nose. Her small smile warped into a moan of pleasure as I pushed the scrap of lace aside and sank my fingers straight into her heat.

Just as wet, tight, and perfect as I remembered.

I tutted. “It looks like we’ve been neglecting you.”

“I…well—oh, fuck!” Her words were cut off as I started lapping at her sweet pussy.

She was definitely my new favorite dessert. I focused my attention on her clit, my fingers roughly thrusting in and out of her pussy. I wasn’t overly gentle. I was demanding, taking what I wanted.

Her legs trembled around my shoulders, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out. The hand that wasn’t buried in her heat clenched on the flesh of her thigh, keeping her right where I wanted her.

Bethany was mine, and I wasn’t letting her go anywhere. She needed to be reminded of that regularly.

She wouldn’t be able to leave if she was constantly blissed-out on orgasms and unable to use her legs.

Her orgasm came quickly—clearly she had been needing it—as I was rewarded with a wave of sweet wetness while I tongued her clit, her walls clamping down on my fingers. I was hard as a rock, but my pleasure could wait.

“Oh, fuck,” Bethany muttered, looking at me with awe as she slowly came down from the high.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the almost dopey look on her face.

I’d done that.

Pride washed over me as I stood, still between her legs, my hand lightly grabbing her chin and pulling the still-dazed omega in for a kiss. If she was repulsed by her taste on my mouth, it didn’t show, because she met my touch eagerly.

“Now, how about we get you lunch?”

She nodded. “Just give me a few minutes for my legs to start working again.”