Page 22 of The Coveted Beta

I slide my fingertips through a sticky wetness before pushing two inside her. I groan. She’s wet, open, hot—I’ve never felt her like this.

I know Frederick’s staring at me, but I can’t make eye contact. Perhaps he’s amused. I don’t know if I care, too lost in the moment as my fingers slip out, I line up my cock and sink.

“Gods.” I doubt whether my smaller cock even provides stimulation after she has just taken his knot. He said we would build up to that. He said it could take several days or weeks. Not only has he just fucked her with little preparation, but he knotted her and come inside her.

My hips begin to pump erratically. He might have… gotten her with child.

Is that possible? Is that likely?

His growl is approving as I take my wife’s hips in my hands and pound into her.

“How does she feel?” he asks casually.

“She feels fucking amazing.” The words are punched from my lungs between labored breaths. I’m caught in the throes of some kind of riptide. Her wet openness feels so fucking good around me. I take her without mercy in a way I’ve never done before. And she is enjoying it, lifting her hips to meet every thrust. Tearing my eyes away from where our flesh slams together, I trail my gaze over her flushed body until my eyes meet hers.

On the bed before me is a creature I don’t recognize. Her jaw hangs slack, and her eyes are glassy with lust as her pussy flutters weakly around me.

Sweat breaks out across the surface of my skin. I wanted this, and then I doubted it, and I realize now that I want it more than my next breath. A series of debauched images slam into my mind. Clara sucking me while he watches. Frederick taking her from behind.

Me taking her ass as she sucks him off.

I drag my hips back, pulling out from her, and she gasps and rouses herself up on one elbow. “What?”

“Hands and knees.”

Frederick’s low chuckle penetrates the fog.

He doesn’t hesitate to help, encouraging my wife to roll over onto her hands and knees. Without missing a beat, he reaches for the nightstand, opening the drawer, and rummaging only briefly before he passes the bottle to me.

Her eyes track the passage of the bottle from his hand to mine.

“Wha-what do you need that for, husband?” She stammers over the words. “I don’t think I’m—”

“He just knotted you,” I say bluntly. “You let him. You enjoyed it. You got fucking off on it. And now it’s my turn. My turn to have what I desire.”

Her eyes are wide and a little nervous. But I’m a man possessed.

“She will take well to it,” Frederick says. He shifts up the bed, sliding in front of her. Fuck, he’s going get her to suck him while I take her virgin ass.

“Take your time,” he says. “Use plenty of oil.” Then he directs her lips towards the weeping cock head in front of her face.

I hear her faint moan before she swallows him down.

Chapter Twelve

Clara

What we began has gone through a metamorphosis. We all wanted this. We were all in agreement. But something has changed. Not that we have rescinded that agreement, for I don’t believe any of us have. It is more that we have uncovered what was hidden and unexpected—a dark desire that has a life force of its own.

I get the impression that Frederick has done this with other couples, maybe betas and even omegas too. Jealousy rises swift and potent at the thought of him touching another woman. I suck him deeper, trying to imprint myself on him as my husband trickles oil between the cheeks of my ass, catching it in his fingertips and then thrusting them inside me.

I arch up, my lips popping off Frederick’s cock. His fingers tighten in my hair, holding me still, one hand stroking me there. A helpless groan escapes me, and I stare into Frederick’s eyes as my husband finger fucks my ass. It burns. But it also feels a dark kind of good. We have skated around this. Alex has wanted this for a while and perhaps I have made more fuss about it than I should.

I was nervous. He assured me many husbands took their wives in this way, yet I wasn’t convinced that I believed him. Then the way Frederick discussed it so casually settled a notion in my mind that this was, in fact, an act couples might do.

I’m not afraid anymore, although still a little apprehensive, even as I’m throbbing with arousal. My nervousness is not enough to call a stop, and even so, I don’t believe I could. Frederick is very persuasive. I was sure that Alex was about to order him from the room when the alpha growled his counter. “Don’t even think about it.”

My ass clenches around Alex’s fingers.

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