Page 10 of The Coveted Beta

What the hell am I doing? I just fucked my wife in front of my best friend. It’s like I’m throwing her at him and can’t seem to make myself stop.

He’s still an alpha, and I need to remember that. I’m teetering upon a dangerous edge, only I want to plummet—I want to tumble headfirst deep down into the dark, sensual abyss.

But, most of all, I want my best friend to fuck my wife.

Chapter Seven

Frederick

I would have to be deaf and stupid not to know what they were about.

I think I suspected something even before I heard her little whimpers carried on the breeze. And then Alex simply brings her back into the room, thoroughly rumpled from whatever the fuck he has just done to pleasure her in some way. Did he put her on her knees first and coach her to suck him off? Did he lift her pretty skirt and eat her out?

As she draws closer, though, I can tell exactly what they did. I can smell him all over her. It is both a blessing and a curse to be an alpha. Betas can be mistaken in thinking little beyond the fact that we are bigger and stronger, and overlook the fact that we have an outstanding sense of smell… and filthy fucking minds.

When a man takes a woman outside in the urgent manner Alex just did, ‘having words’ is not the first thing that comes to my mind.

I sip my coffee to hide my smirk as the ravished version of Clara is left alone with a wolf.

She takes a seat beside me in the manner of a woman whose legs are about to give out and looks anywhere but at me.

I don’t know what is going on between them, but they are ravenous for one another.

Good for him. He’s a lucky bastard, and I’ve told him as much many times. His wife is gorgeous, with the kind of hips and ass that could make even a level-headed man think with his dick. I can’t even think about her tits without my cock wanting to fucking go off. Then there is her air of sweet innocence that belies the charms of her body and her easy acquiescence to what her dear husband just did.

The cup shakes against the saucer in her hands.

“Here.” I take it off her and set it down on the side table. I clear my throat and try to think of something, anything, I might say to break the tension that invades the small space between us.

“Are you well, Clara?”

Why the fuck did I just open that door?

“No!” It comes out in a squeak.

I chuckle, but catching her stricken look, I get both my inner beast and amusement under control. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh at your discomfort. It’s more that you’re cursed to look adorable no matter how thoroughly loved your husband leaves you.”

She throws a glance my way. I meet and hold it for all of a second before my eyes lower to her fucking tits. Gods, they are a test. The way that the bodice of her dress is drooping, I can distinctly see the top of her dark areolae. Now I am staring at her fucking tits, and I cannot fucking stop.

“Your dress might need a little… adjustment.” I swallow, and finally drag my gaze away.

“Oh.” It comes out all breathy and floods my mind with filthy thoughts as she battles to right her gown.

I haven’t thumped Alex since we were children, before I revealed as an alpha, but I’m thinking about thumping him right now. What the fuck is wrong with him? He should have escorted her to their bedroom, where she might have tended to this privately.

The man may be one of my oldest friends, but he is assuredly acting like an idiot today.

A small sob escapes her lips.

“Clara?” I make the mistake of glancing back. I don’t know what the fuck she’s done, but her tit is now red and blotchy, and one nipple is fully out. I don’t breathe for the longest period of time as she fumbles with her gown, trying to tug the decolletage up even as she attempts to squash her plump tit down.

It is a battle doomed to failure.

“You are swollen with arousal.” The words escape my lips without the permission of my brain.

“Oh, goddess,” she whimpers. The distress in her voice is palpable, and it finally cools my lust enough that I can drag my gaze away from her fat nipple to her flushed face and desperate eyes.

“Hush, Clara. Let me help you with that.”

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