Page 9 of The Coveted Beta

My cock jerks. I am spent, and yet it jerks again at the image of her breasts spilling lewdly from the bodice of her gown. She has such glorious fat tits, with nipples that are big and so sensitive to the touch. I am a man under a spell and I cannot help but lean forward and draw one rosy tip into my mouth.

My groan as I suck on her heated flesh is one of pure sensual pleasure. It’s all I can do not to toss up her skirts and bend her over the damn balustrade again.

My lips pop off with a sigh of regret.

I help her straighten her gown, and she huffs a little as she tries to set her bodice to rights. Her hair is a wild mess, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes bright.

I purse my lips, asking for divine guidance as I see how swollen her tits are from my mauling, threatening to spill back out.

“I think I need to go to my room and find a different dress,” she mutters, with a tiny sob.

“It’ll be fine, sweetheart,” I say, drawing her against me, unable to help myself from running my fingertips over the swell of her breast. “You look perfectly decent.”

She’s not decent by a long shot. From my taller vantage point, I can see the distinct upper edge of her areola above the decolletage of her gown. If she breathes too heavily, I swear her nipple will pop out.

I believe it makes me the wickedest of husbands that I like her being in this state. “Here, let me help you with your hair.”

She is distracted from adjusting her bodice any further, as is my intent, when I delve my fingers into her tresses in what is a vain attempt to detangle her hair.

“Oh, it’s all knotty!”

“Only a little,” I say. Her hair is the least of her concerns when she looks so thoroughly ravished. “I doubt Frederick will notice, and even if he should, he would never mention it. You know he’s a very civilized man, and one might almost forget he was an alpha.”

Her smile is one of relief. “He is, isn’t he? I was so sad about what happened with Rebecca.”

I lean down and kiss her sweet lips. “I know, my love, as were we all. But Rebecca is happy now. Her centaur mate is a little rough around the edges, to be sure, but they have found their way with each other.”

“I just hate to think of Frederick all on his own. He doesn’t seem to want anyone else.”

“Trust me, he does not want for female attention,” I say dryly.

She blushes anew and won’t meet my gaze as she mutters, “Well, I’m sure he does not!”

“Come, I’m going to get you that cup of coffee you missed out on.”

When we return to the dining room it is empty, and the double doors leading to the sitting room are open. “There, Frederick was not even in the room.” Regardless of my words, I am struck with a certainty that he heard what we did. Maybe he lingered in the open patio door before he left the room… Or perhaps I am altogether wrong, and he left immediately when we went outside and knows nothing of what transpired. There is no denying the twinge of disappointment I feel at that last thought

I glance over Clara’s shoulder, into the sitting room, and I see Frederick through the open doors. He raises both brows, smirks at me, and slowly shakes his head before lifting his coffee in salute and bringing it to his lips.

The sudden thrill that races through me whites out my mind and creates a tornado, low in my belly.

He knows what we just did.

“Maybe I should return to our room and straighten myself out?”

Hell, no. Now that I have ventured down this dark path, nothing can pull me back. “Nonsense. Let me get you a fresh cup of coffee. And then you can keep Frederick company.” It would be the gentlemanly thing to do to escort her back to our room. Only, as I have discovered today, there is no gentleman in me where this is concerned.

“I would be delighted in your company, Clara,” he calls from the other room as I go to the sideboard to pour the coffee for her

“Of course.” She turns to smile at Frederick. When I return to her side, Clara glances back up at me, missing the heat in Frederick’s deeply admiring gaze as it sweeps over her.

The hungry look is gone as quickly as it appeared, and by the time she turns back to him, the suave mask has returned to his face.

Gods, I cannot breathe. I need a moment to compose myself. “I have some business to attend to.” I offer my wife an encouraging smile when she pouts prettily. “I won’t be long.”

With a chaste kiss on her forehead, I slip out of the room.

As the door clicks shut behind me, I plant my back against it and suck in a sharp, ragged breath.

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