Page 21 of The Coveted Beta

It is difficult for an alpha to get a woman pregnant if he does not knot her, but it is possible. It is also possible for a beta to be triggered into becoming fertile if she has been knotted on an alpha’s cock. I know they have been trying for a child for a year, and it has not happened yet.

A dark sensation passes over me, one that is unhealthy and possessive, as my cock continues to spew. This woman was made to be a mother. She is sweet and submissive. I revel in the possibility that I might have bred my best friend’s wife, might have planted my seed deep in her belly, where it might be nurtured and grow.

Somehow, I rouse myself from this, turning away from this terrible desire toward the man who already claimed her.

The look on his face brings a tightening to my balls and another heady jet of cum.

“You have knotted her,” he says.

I can’t even get fucking words out. The best I can do is a possessive growl.

She is a twitching mess underneath me. Constantly coming over me, encouraging yet more seed to spill, encouraging me to fill her up. I’m confident I’ve got her with child, but if I haven’t this time, then I will next time.

And there will be a next time because I am far from done with her.

As I look at my friend, I see that he is far from done with me.

He likes us—he is turned fucking on by it.

He swallows.

“She’s going to... She’s going to feel…”

My lips tug up as I finally find some measure of humor. “Different,” I offer.

He chuckles and swipes a hand down his face, then leans back into his chair. His hand goes to his crotch, where he squeezes his cock through his pants. “Gods. Don’t. Fuck, I’m going to come, and I’m not even inside her.” His expression turns pained, and he shudders with heavy breaths until the moment passes.

I return my attention to the woman beneath me and, leaning down, nibble on her lips. She’s open and malleable, softened nicely under me. Not that she had any fucking choice. The possessiveness I feel towards her finds some respite now that I have got my seed deep inside her.

Neither of them realizes yet that she is mine, but I am a magnanimous alpha, and I feel inclined toward sharing. As my knot begins to soften a little, I determine that it’s time for us to test further the boundaries we have all willfully stumbled over.

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Alex

I don’t remember stripping my clothes, or the passage between the chair and the bed. A strange, otherworldly sensation settles over me. As I watch him ease his cock from inside her, there is a moment of resistance. She fusses a little, but he pins her still, and then the knot pops free, and a great gush of cum spews out.

I’m standing right next to them, and her legs are spread, so I have the perfect view. Her pussy clenches, pushing more cum out. I stare down at what he’s done. Her little hole is open, all beaten up and puffy.

My throat works again. I try to summon some disgust for what I allowed him to do.

He rises from the bed. His cock is still semi-hard and dripping cum. I want to tell him to get out, to leave us. I’m ravenous for my wife and suddenly greedy to have her all to myself.

“I think you should—”

“Not a fucking chance,” he growls. His knee hits the bed at her side, and he sinks down beside her, where he cups her cheek and turns her face. They kiss.

I’m left standing there at the bottom of my own bed, feeling strangely disconnected and yet hyperaware. My cock flexes. Her hips undulate as if encouraging me to fuck her, to fill the hole his massive cock has just left.

The magnitude of what I have done dawns upon me as I stare at my wife’s well-used pussy. I have invited an alpha into my home, into our bed, and into my wife’s body.

He said it would all be on my terms, but I have a sickening feeling that it is not that way anymore.

I ask myself how I feel about this as I watch them kissing. His big hand is on her breast, squeezing it roughly.

He drags his lips from hers and stills before turning to face me. “What are you waiting for?”

That question comes across like he is the one inviting me to fuck my own wife. I half stagger forward, my knees hitting the edge of the bed. I shake my head, trying to rouse myself, but I’m far too deep into the fog, and my cock, is hard, hot, and desperate to be inside her.

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