Page 78 of The Beta's Bargain

I drag my hand up between us and, with my gaze on his, I lick my palm. The sweet caramel taste of him is both surprising and not. My eyes drift closed as I moan.

His breathing turns ragged, and he moves into me, pressing his hips against me.

“I need you,” Dylan whispers. “Please, I need you. Don't deny me, Nyx.”

“I would never deny you, Dylan. You have me, I’m yours,” I whisper against his lips, and then I kiss him. My tongue pushes into his mouth, and he groans. I know he can taste himself on me.

He lifts me up, pressing us against the wall. I wrap my legs around him as he reaches between us and presses himself into me.

I gasp as I sink down onto him. It’s slow and controlled, but he’s longer than the alphas, and he reaches deeper. As soon as he bottoms out, he stops moving.

For a couple of minutes, we just exist, fused together. Neither of us speaks, nor do we attempt to move. This is more than sex.

I feel like he’s touching my soul.

“Dylan, please,” I beg, at last, my body betraying me.

He grunts and moves slowly out. I almost whimper at the loss, but then he thrusts back in. I mouth at his shoulders and run my fingers over his short hair.

“Onyx,” Dylan growls.

“Yes, do it.”

He thrusts up, picking up the pace. I gasp and bounce against the wall. He is relentless, thrusting in over and over. And then he moves us both off the wall and pulls out of me. He kneels down, dragging me to the floor. I lay on my back and open my arms as he nuzzles my neck and face.

He slips back inside me. I'm so wet, and his slick has filled my channel, making his entry effortless.

I can feel his slick pumping into me, seeping out and running down my inner thighs and ass. The squelching sound is deliciously erotic. I clutch at shoulders, dragging him down to me. His pupils are blown, but he keeps them focused on me, not daring to look away.

He dips down, seizing my mouth, and grinds his hips into mine.

“Dylan,” I whisper when he pulls away. “Dylan.”

“Onyx, I-” He cuts off and drives into me, his hips pistoning faster and harder. “I need you to come. I need to feel you. Please, come for me,” He whispers in my ear.

I reach down between us and find my clit, stroking it. I lift one of my thighs, throwing it over his ass.

“I can’t hold back. I can’t,” Dylan grits out.

His teeth bury themself in my shoulder, and he thrusts wildly into me. My hand is trapped, but I can just move my fingers. Just enough. My orgasm screams through me, wrecking havoc. I tighten on him and hear him curse around a mouthful of my flesh. His thrusts turn feral. I hang on, clinging to him, and he sends me straight into another orgasm. The scream tears from my throat.

“Fuck!” He shouts and thrusts up into me, harder than before, and freezes there. He drowns me in his slick and cum. There is so much heating my insides, leaking out. I groan at the feel. It’s so deliciously wrong.

“More,” Dylan growls.

I laugh softly. But to my surprise, he moves again. He’s still hard.

My eyes widen, and I look up at Dylan in shock. He grins down at me savagely.

“Come for me again, Onyx,” He purrs.

He slams into me. My eyes roll, and I groan out my reply as I lift my hips to meet his.

I pull my dress back up and turn to find him staring at me. I cup his cheek, gazing into those gold eyes I love so much. This isn’t awkward. It might have been, but not between us. Instead, I move closer to him, needing to be near.

“Thank you,” My whisper breaks the silence between us.

He inhales on a shudder and nods once. “I have something to show you.”

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