Page 17 of The Coveted Beta

She nods again.

“The words, love. Tell me the words.”

“Yes, Frederick, I do.”

My nostrils flare as her submission sends blood pounding into my cock. “Now, just as your husband likes the thought of me fucking you, I very much like the thought of him fucking your virgin ass while I watch. Ass fucking is delicious, filthy, and darkly depraved. I think a woman like you, who is enthusiastic in matters of lust, would take well to it. I think you will come hard and fast when your husband enjoys you there. I think you will do all manner of depraved things with a little coaching.”

Her eyes search mine and she bites her bottom lip as a little shiver runs through her body. “I think I might, too. Oh! I want to come again,” she pleads.

“Not yet.” I tuck her head back down. Alex now wears a strained expression and is squeezing his cock through his pants.

I grin.

“I nearly fucking came,” he says.

“Good. That means we are all congenial to moving forward. That I may fuck your wife while you watch. That you wish very much to take her ass. That she is a little nervous, and that is to be expected. What about me tasting her? What about me eating out her cunt? How do you feel about that?”

“Gods, I definitely want you to,” he says. “I think you would enjoy her well.”

“I think I would, too. And her lips on my cock? I know you think me civilized, but make no mistake, I am an alpha at my core.”

“I want that too.”

I look down at Clara.

“Yes,” she whispers, burrowing into my chest. “It comes as a surprise to me when I never considered this before. But, yes, now, I want all of it.”

I tip her head up and kiss her temple. She is a delight, so tiny and precious as she nestles on my lap. Yet there is no mistaking the way her thighs rub together as she tries to ease the growing ache.

It’s time.

Chapter Ten

Alex

I don’t remember how we got to the bedroom, only that we are here. I’m in some kind of trance. I can’t quite believe this is happening. An out-of-body experience, if you will, that people sometimes talk about when they are close to death.

Only I don’t feel close to death. I feel more alive than I’ve ever been as I take a seat on a chair placed for my viewing pleasure. He wants to watch me take her ass, an act she has been reluctant about. One I have secretly craved. One I believe Clara will be enthusiastic for by the time Frederick is done with her.

Her hand is in his as they come to a stop at the foot of the bed. She looks small and fragile beside him. He leans in towards her protectively, his focus on her at all times.

I had heard this about alphas and how they are able to sense things below the surface that betas cannot. In the way some animals are able to home and find water, alphas can sense things regarding lust.

“I’m a little nervous,” she admits.

He draws her small hand to his lips. “We shall take good care of you, ensure you are thoroughly prepared,” he says.

“How will you…” —she swallows— “How will you prepare me?”

He brushes her hair over her shoulder before his fingers find the ribbon at her bodice, the one she foolishly insisted on tying for the short walk to our bedroom. “We will take our time. I will know when you are ready. There will be no fear, only a pleasurable experience.”

She gazes up at him, so trusting.

I think it will be more than pleasurable. I think it will be incredible. I also think it will be a terrible strain for her to take his cock.

My throat works as I swallow. I’m asking a man to ruin my wife, to defile her pussy with his thick cock. I don’t know why I should like the thought of that, of her being all open when he is done with her. The thought of taking her after him should disgust me, shouldn’t it?

It doesn’t. It enlivens me. I feel sensitive all across the surface of my skin, and as I brush my knuckles over my lips, even that small sensation is magnified.

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