Page 99 of The Beta's Bargain

“Please, Beta, fuck me, please.” The words make me feel beautiful, desirable, wanted. Needed.

I grind myself over him, watching as his head falls back. Over and over, I roll my hips, slipping on him. Our fluids combine, our pants synchronised in the huge room. Our hands map out each other’s body. This feels different, more intimate than anything we’ve done before, but I push it aside to think on it later.

“Nyx,” he croaks out, “please.”

I smirk, lift, and reach between us, stroking him twice before I slowly line him up, letting his crown press against my entrance. Only when he looks up at me, desire and heat turning gold to black, do I sink down onto him.

I bite back a curse as he slips inside me, stretching me out. Dylan sits up, mauling my breast and sucking hard enough to tear a cry from my throat. I arch and move faster than I mean to, impaling myself on his cock.

I toss my head back, let out a keening noise, and focus on the feeling of being full. This is heaven. Dylan lifts his head, dragging me down, and swallows the sound.

After a moment, I move. I experiment with speeds and rolling my hips until I find something that makes him curse. He thrusts up into me, meeting me halfway. Our movements are unhurried as we run our hands over each other. We talk with our eyes. I think I can almost understand what he’s saying. Almost.

I slam down harder and turn our sensual love-making to a fiery blaze of lust. I grip him to me as we both move in a frantic rhythm that has our bodies slapping together. He growls and bites my neck. It hurts, but it feels so good. I hold his head to the spot as my body tightens. I clamp around him, screaming as I shatter.

He thrusts up and roars as his cock drives into me. He shudders, and slowly, his body eases until he’s relaxed and mouthing my shoulder, then transitioning to pressing heartbreaking kisses to my throat.

“That was-”

“Incredible,” he whispers. “Perfect.”

He’s not wrong. I feel like I should say something else, but I can’t find it in me. I’m happy. I’m content. It was perfect.

I’m ruined. I know it. But I’m glad I got this one moment.

“Coming in,” Grayson shouts out and throws my door open. I tense, but Dylan holds me tight, glaring over my shoulder. Grayson ignores the nasty look and kicks off his clothes then crawls across the bed towards us. I eye the tawny-skinned man as he comfortably stretches out. He’s far too lion-like.

“You need a knot, baby?” Grayson purrs.

Holy shit, Dylan’s cock flexes inside me. He looks torn, though, and I do appreciate that.

I decide for him and climb off him, wincing as hot fluids run down my inner thighs, but a moment later, Silas pushes me forward. My elbows hit the bed, and my ass hovers in the air. A hand between my shoulders pins me to the bed, and then a hot tongue laps at my pussy from front to back.

I let out a deep groan. My fingers curl in the bed, clamping onto the mattress. I arch my hips, giving him more access, and shift my thighs apart when he nudges at them. My eyes bulge when he licks up to my ass, probing gently before dipping down again.

“Si!” I cry out.

His muffled laugh comes a moment before he smacks my ass. I yelp and try to glance back as he rubs and kisses the burning spot better.

Grayson grunts, and I hear flesh hitting flesh, and then the rhythmic sound of sex begins in earnest.

“Getting wetter,” Silas teases and buries his face in my folds.

My orgasm flows through me like a hot wave, pleasure blooming and rushing through my limbs before easing, leaving me a pliable mess of contentment. Silas crawls up my body, kissing up my spine.

“My new favourite flavour,” he murmurs.

I shudder and realise it won’t take much to get me close to the edge again.

He sits up and pulls me with him, sitting me in his lap, his hard erection pressing against me. But he doesn’t attempt anything, he just turns me to face the dark.

Falcon is standing in the shadows with a long strip of black material.

“Give me everything,” Falcon demands.

If I say no, he will let me leave. I know it. But this offer might not come again. It’s a once in a lifetime, and I really want to see what memory this will leave me with. Last time was incredible. Can I give them my trust?

Wait. He wants everything. He wants me.

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