Page 136 of Ruined Beta

E.A.’s stepping into the room when I come out of the bathroom, ready, finally to be claimed.

He closes the door and glances me over, a hint of worry in his gaze when he sees the bandage.

“I don’t want to bleed all over you,” I tell him.

“You were supposed to stay in bed this morning,” he reminds me.

“Well, now I can stay in bed for as long as you want me there. As long as you’re with me.”

“A tempting offer,” he murmurs, as he starts to move away from the door.

His foot kicks one of the door stops, and he crouches down, picking them up and looking thoughtful.

He turns around and wedges them under the door.

Oh, yeah. We’re the same kind of crazy.

I knew it.

I smile at him as he turns back to me.

“Just making sure we’re not going to be disturbed,” he explains.

“Good plan.”

He moves toward me, and I climb onto the bed, pushing the sheets out of our way. He wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my shoulder, my cheek and my throat. When he kisses the mark he made on my throat, the sparks of desire inside me ignite into a roaring flame.

“I need you,” I murmur, moaning desperately when his hand moves down and his fingers stroke over my pussy and my clit.

This guy is the king of foreplay. He’s so damn good at warming me up. Trouble is, I’m already warmed up enough to set the room on fire.

“E.A., I really need you inside me. Now.”

He lets go and moves over me as I lay down on my back, legs parted.

He kisses a couple of my scars before he lines his cock up with my drenched pussy.

I’ve read about an Omega’s slick, and honestly, I’ve never been this wet before.

Maybe the biology thing E.A. started talking about was true.

Maybe a Beta isn’t so different to an Omega.

I mean, besides the whole perfuming thing, and the empathic and sensitive traits Omegas always seem to have. And their calming touch. I have no idea how that works.

Okay, so maybe we’re pretty different.

The second he starts to penetrate me, I lose track of my thoughts, and all I want is to feel every move he’s making. Every inch that he pushes inside brings him deeper, and deeper. He gives a shallow thrust when he’s halfway home, and my breath catches in my throat.

God, that felt good.

He glides the rest of the way inside, and I can barely believe he got every inch in there, until he starts to thrust. The sensation of his incredible length moving inside me makes the walls of my pussy clench around him. I never want him to stop.

I breathe out ragged breaths as I try to hold on.

I’m on the edge of a climax that feels like it might make me pass out.

I want it to last, and it’s not going to last.

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