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I ’m kissing Bear! I can’t believe this is actually happening. The alpha I’ve been dreaming about for days is sucking the life out of me. He said only a kiss, but the way he’s devouring me is so dirty I almost come in my pants the moment his tongue sweeps inside my mouth.

My cock is painfully hard, pushing against the zipper of my jeans, and I have to reach between us to adjust myself. Maybe I’m trying to tempt him, because I don’t bother being discreet as I slip one hand into my pants and lift my cock, tucking it into the waistband of my boxers.

He groans as my knuckles brush against him, his hips subtly pushing closer, seeking contact. Once situated, I turn my full attention back to kissing him, weaving my arms around him to eliminate the miniscule space between our bodies. Needing to feel his massive form pressed against mine.

He’s not the only one who doesn’t fool around with coworkers, even temporary ones. It isn’t that it’s not allowed—the powers that be aren’t dumb enough to think they can force people to shack up in the middle of nowhere for weeks and not expect something to happen. It’s just never happened to me .

Bear’s been super flirty with me lately, and I’d hoped maybe he might be interested, but I never really thought he would be. He’s so far out of my league.

I’m not an alpha or an omega like my siblings. I’m smart, but not particularly noteworthy. Nerdy and awkward, and I know it. Most people overlook me, and I’ve learned to avoid them right back. It’s easier that way. Less potential for conflict, less hurt.

But something about this alpha draws me in like the electronegativity of an atom seeking more electrons. My curiosity is relentless, pushing me to break out of my comfort zone, even if there’s a chance I may get burned.

“Mine,” he growls against my lips before cupping my face with his palms and devouring me again.

Silently, I echo the sentiment. It’s illogical. He’s not mine. He’s little more than a stranger. That kind of possessiveness is for alphas and omegas, not a beta like me. But fuuuuck!

He nips my bottom lip, then soothes the ache by sucking it. My knees go weak. All coherent thought goes out the window. I grind against him, needing friction, and he gives it to me. This is escalating quickly, but I can’t find it in me to care about propriety at this moment.

Strong hands trail down my back to my ass. He squeezes and kneads, driving my hips in waves so my cock rubs against his body. It almost hurts with the coarse fabric of my jeans in the way, but pleasure quickly overtakes pain. I groan deep in my throat.

“That’s it, baby. You gonna come just from grinding your cock against your alpha?” he whispers before sucking on my earlobe.

With how he’s leaning back against the table, his legs stretched out on either side of me, his cock is right against mine, and I can feel the heat of him even through our clothes. His kiss grows hungrier as he rubs against me.

There’s a rumbling in his chest that’s almost… maybe… a purr. I’ve never had an alpha purr for me before. My fathers didn’t even purr for me as a child.

The sound is soothing and invigorating at the same time. It vibrates through his whole body, setting me on edge in the most exquisite way. Tingles race across my skin, my muscles tense and spasm, the telltale zing starting at the base of my spine.

“I have half a mind to drag this out, make you wait to finish until you’re begging for release.” Bear growls low into my ear.

He wants me to beg? I have no problem with begging. “Please please please, Bear.” The words are a low whine, and he chuckles against my neck.

“It sounds so pretty when you beg, baby.” Suddenly, his hand spears into my hair, gripping it tight to yank my head back, exposing my neck. Sharp teeth rake down my throat to the juncture where my neck meets my shoulder, and Bear lightly takes a pinch of flesh and sucks. Hard. His bite isn’t enough to break skin, but it’s enough to send me over the edge.

“Fuck! I…I’m…” That’s all I get out before I’m comi ng, coming harder than I’ve ever come before. In my pants. From dry humping the hot security alpha.

It feels like it takes forever for my cock to finish spending my cum. Panting, I gasp for breath, and he pulls back, his gaze heavy on me.

“Damn, you’re so fucking hot when you come,” he says, voice all gruff.

I hide my face in his shirt, very aware that I lost control just because of a kiss. Well, no, not just a kiss. That was definitely not just a kiss. That was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. How the hell did he make something that should have been so normal, juvenile even, feel so good?

All I know is that we’re definitely doing it again. For the sake of science, of course.