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Chapter Six

Ryder

S he was everything I’d anticipated she would be, and my beast was rising to the fore.

My chest was heaving, and my purr, a deep rumble that was halfway to a growl.

My fingers were covered in slick, and her pussy was absolutely fucking drenched.

If I didn’t get my head between her legs in the next ten seconds, I was going to lose my shit.

Taking a tight hold, I stood. She squeaked and wrapped her arms and legs around me, clinging like she was terrified I was about to put her down.

“I’m only taking you to bed, baby. I need some space for what I have in mind.” As her lips found the juncture of my throat and neck, she nipped, sending a shudder rippling all the way down to my spine. My cock was so fucking hard, I could’ve driven nails with it, but my needs would have to wait.

I carried her straight to the bedroom, kicked open the door, and dumped her on the bed without preamble.

We’d gotten well past the stage where I would ask her what she wanted.

This was my time, on my fucking terms. I came down over her, and her mouth opened for the kiss, our tongues tangling as our breathy gasps mingled.

My beast rumbled his approval. He didn’t care that she was a beta.

Instincts were clamoring, telling me to claim my mate.

I reined that shit in, dragging my lips from hers, and pressed kisses down her throat, over her pretty tits, and the gentle swell of her belly.

Eyeing my prize, I urged her legs wide enough to fit my shoulders.

She groaned and flung her arm dramatically over her eyes.

“Your pretty pussy is making a mess, Emma. How about I clean you all up?”

“God, yes please.” She waved her hand in the general direction before flopping her arm over her eyes once more. “Have at it.”

It took a near heroic effort not to chuckle.

Fuck, she was cute, but my amusement fled the moment my eyes lowered and her sweet scent filled my nose.

It found a direct line to my balls, tightening them, driving another hot surge of blood into my cock, making it throb like a motherfucker.

No way was I letting my dick loose, that was a slippery slope, but my beast was rampaging, getting riled up, and thinking she was our mate.

She couldn’t be my mate. She was a fucking beta.

My beast didn’t care. He liked her scent and wanted to smother himself in it.

I dragged my mouth along her thigh from her knee to her wet pussy, used my forefinger and thumb to hold her open, and took my first taste.

My eyes rolled back in my head. Delicious. Her perfume hit me anew as I lapped up her offering.

Little incoherent mumbles poured from her lips as I ate her out, my tongue digging deep into the source, trying to get more of her taste.

I reached down to squeeze my cock through my pants and growled as my beast kept throwing images at me of her on her hands and knees as I plowed her slick cunt from behind, her soft, helpless little body littered with my marks as I rutted roughly.

The marks of possession all over her body would signify she was mine.

These urges were new to me, but the sounds she was making and the way she tried to ride my face had me hanging on to the edge. What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t do this shit. I was the one in control, calm and collected. Even with an omega, I’d never been like this.

I got my fingers all up inside her slick little channel.

Fuck, she was tight. It would take weeks of fucking training before I got half my dick in here.

I didn’t have weeks. I knew her type—she was here to take a walk on the wild side, meet an alpha, experience them, and then never come back.

She would return to her safe, easy life.

Maybe she had a boyfriend there, a beta she could share her sensible life with, have the obligatory two-point-five kids, and grow old together.

Another growl rumbled as I got a third finger into her pussy.

It was a squeeze for her, and I could feel her clenching, like her hot cunt couldn’t decide whether it wanted more or not.

I swirled my tongue all around her clit, and that fast, she went off, spasming around my fingers in hot tight waves that had me imagining how it would feel when she milked my seed.

I nearly fucking came in my pants from the thought.

Her fingers gripping my hair barely registered through the haze.

I wanted to imprint upon her, to carve a place for myself in her memory so deeply that no matter how far she ran and whatever was waiting for her back in beta land, she’d never forget I owned her fucking pussy.

I sucked, nipped, lapped her clit, and feasted like I was starving and she was the only thing on the menu.

When her wriggling increased and she became sensitive after coming, I clamped an arm over her hips and continued to pleasure her.

She rewarded me by coming apart again, screaming herself hoarse, and humping my face.

I was fucking ravenous and distantly aware I had taken things too far.

Yet the thought of letting her go, of allowing her to leave this room, brought out a feral side in me.

Mine , my beast decided. This little beta was mine. We would make her ours, showing her through pleasure how she belonged to us.

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Emma

“Please, just fuck me!”

Was there such a thing as too much pleasure? If you’d asked me a few hours ago, I’d have said have at it, do your worst. I could handle anything you’ve got.

I couldn’t remember how many climaxes I’d had. How was that possible? Like how many times could a person come before they lost track? I was pretty sure two or three were doable. Maybe four. Which meant this was more than four. Also, I’d lost count two climaxes ago!

“Not a fucking chance, baby,” he rumbled against my pussy, taking me perilously close to—at my best approximation—orgasm number seven. “This tight cunt can’t take half of what I’m packing.”

I snorted out an inelegant snicker, because men always exaggerated what they were packing and I couldn’t see alphas being any different in that regard. “I’ve seen it.” No point in pretenses. I was on my back, and his head was between my thighs. We were way past that.

His head lifted, and he pinned me with a look before surging to his feet.

Was this it? Was Ryder about to finally give me what I needed?

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, which was insanely hot for reasons that escaped my lust fuddled mind.

“Baby, I’m a grower. Whatever you think you saw when you were staring at my junk doesn’t come close.” He plucked my limp hand from the bed and ground my palm into… I leaned up, trying to get a better look, because really, what the fuck was that?

As fast as he’d claimed my hand, he returned it, and in the same breath, turned away.

I stared at him, wondering where everything had gone wrong.

“I’ll get you a cab,” he said.

“A cab,” I parroted back.

“The smell of your pussy is all fucking over me.” What?

! “If I don’t wash it the fuck off, I’m going to break my own damn rules and you won’t be walking straight for a week.

” His face suddenly softened, because I was gaping and, if I were brutally honest, too high on what he’d just done to me to work out if that was a compliment or an insult.

He cupped my cheek. “I don’t fuck inexperienced betas, no matter how pretty they are or how sweet their pussies.”