Page 23 of The Beta's Bargain

I roll us so that I’m leaning over him; I reach above him, curling my fingers in the pillow and flex my body against his, then I press my lips to his, forcing my tongue into his mouth. He groans and reaches up to clutch me closer to him.

“Gray, what?”

“He’s back, but I want you, Silas. Tonight, I just want to be with someone I love.”

Silas groans again and pushes me up, kissing me harder. His hands move over my back, dragging at my shoulders, fingers digging in almost painfully. It’s desperate, like we’ve been away from each other for too long.

I love it, the feel of my alpha, the taste of his skin, the way he holds me. My hips grind, thrusting against him, feeling his hard cock against mine. I reach down between us, encircling both shafts with my hand. I grip tight and moan as I thrust against him. Silas tears his mouth from mine, tilting his head back on the pillow and letting out a hiss that makes me stroke us harder.

This is going to be short. It’s been too long. I’m already on the edge.

Silas pants, dragging his hand down to my ass and thrusting up, fucking my fist and driving me insane. I love this man, this alpha. He’s beautiful and mine.

“Silas!” I moan, plead.

He growls in my ear and yanks my hair. “Come on me.”

His words are enough to send me over the edge. I grunt, thrusting harder and as I splurt all over Silas’ stomach. My toes curl, and I fuse our lips together. All I can taste is his figs and sea salt scent.

“Silas!” I pant. “Please.”

Silas tenses, arching up into my fist and gasping. His hot seed coats my fingers.

We both lay there, unable to move. I stare down at him and slowly remove my fingers, letting us go.

“You all right now?” Silas asks. The words are intimate and full of concern.

I get up onto my knees and crawl off the bed. I return a minute later with a washcloth and clean hands to gently clean Silas.

“I'm all right now.” I say and lay down beside him. He holds his arm out, allowing me to lay my head on his shoulder.

“He’s going to forgive us, right, Silas?”

“Yes. We’ll make him.” Silas soothes. “We’re going to show him we’ll be the perfect family for him.”

A couple of hours later, I sit up and pull on some clothes. “I’m going to the gym.”

“Mmm, I’m going to sleep then.” Silas murmurs.

“Hey, Si?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“Love you,” Silas murmurs before I hear a snore. I'm captivated by the way his hair falls across my grey pillow cases. I’m almost tempted to skip the gym and just get back into bed with him.

No, he needs to sleep, and I need to run away from whatever the fuck happened inside my head last night.

I catch the lift to the gym. The room’s empty, but it’s still dark outside, so I'm not surprised. I am, however, relieved. I put my playlist on the speakers and run. Running from my pain, from my demons, running because the only other thing I want to do is self-destruct, and that won’t help anyone.

Half an hour later, I almost face plant on the belt.

My omega, my Dylan, walks in. It takes him a moment to spot me, but when he does, he stiffens and stands there, unsure. I make a quick decision and ignore him to focus on running. But I watch him like a hawk.

He crosses over to a machine, another treadmill, on the other side of the room and starts working out. I keep running until I’m panting and my legs are burning. I need to stop, but that leaves me with another problem.

I can’t walk away from him.

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