Page 15 of The Coveted Beta

When I glance up, I find Alex staring at us, enrapt.

“How does it feel to see my hands on her?”

“Good,” he admits. “It looks really good. She is so… tiny next to you. So precious. Is she not the most beautiful woman you have ever seen?”

“She is,” I agree. Distantly, I’m aware that I’m treading a dangerous path. Alphas can imprint upon a beta with the same vigor they imprint on an omega. I must be wary of that. And yet she is utterly adorable, nestled on my lap, with her small weight and her light feminine scent.

“These tits are a test,” I say, weakly. Going against my decision to simply hold her, I reach to cup one, enjoying the heavy, comforting weight in my hand.

Alex chuckles softly, “Gods, don’t I know? I was obsessed with them while we were courting. I swear, I jacked off daily to the thought of her quivering tits.”

Her gasp is scandalized.

“Surely you’re not shocked by your husband’s ways? It is ever a test when a man is courting a woman but cannot yet touch her, but he thinks often about doing as much.” I turn to Alex. “And she takes well to rutting?”

“She does,” he says. Pride fills his voice as he speaks about something that would otherwise be forbidden. “Last night, she even initiated things.”

“What did she do?” I ask, my interest piqued.

“Don’t—”

I pause my fondling of her tit, concerned that she wants to put a stop to things. Except it is not me Clara is looking at, it is her husband. “There should be no secrets between us,” I say. “Not when you’ve just come so prettily by my hand. I think I have the right to know what you did to your husband and how it pleased him.” I resume my play, waiting to see if he’ll tell me what she did.

“Gods, it pleased me,” Alex says gruffly. “She has an entire collection of scandalous nightgowns with fabric so sheer they might as well be transparent. She dropped to her knees, worked my pants down, and sucked my cock.”

“Does she swallow or spit?”

She emits a little whimper, turning her cheek against me as if seeking to hide.

“Swallowed every last drop.”

“Such a good girl,” I say. “Would it bother you if we shared a kiss?”

Alex shakes his head. “No. I don’t think it would.”

I close my fingers over her hair and tip her head back. Her lips part as I lower my head and slant my mouth over hers. I swallow her small gasp, still tugging lazily on her nipple as my tongue plunders her mouth. She opens sweetly, but I don’t linger.

“How did that feel?” I ask Alex.

“I liked it,” he says. “I liked it a lot. It wasn’t a lie when I said I wanted you to fuck her.”

I smirk. “And how do you feel about that, Clara?”

She looks at me seriously, before answering. “I never thought about it before, but now I’m struggling to think about anything else.” She turns to her husband. “Alex, I love you. I never needed more.”

“It arouses me, sweetheart,” he says. “When I fucked you last night, I was thinking about you with Frederick. I love you so much. But I love that he wants you, too. It makes me feel proud that I have such a stunning, desirable wife. One who is enthusiastic in matters of lust. One who lets me bend her over a stone balustrade and take her. It pleases me greatly that someone else admires you the way I do.”

I believe Clara is shocked at the bluntness with which he speaks. Her mouth opens as if she has something to say, but she cannot muster any words. Her lips are irresistible, and I tip her head again and kiss her. This time, I let a little more of my dominance out, plundering her mouth as I play roughly with her nipple, swallowing her moan as she arches against me.

When I lift my lips, we are all breathing heavily, and it takes great strength of will to tuck her head down against my chest and withdraw my hand from her tit.

“We should speak plainly,” I say to Alex. “Exactly what are your terms?”

“I don’t want to place boundaries,” he says. “I’ve seen you kiss and handle her. It only arouses me.”

“And if I kiss her here?” I ask, stroking light circles around the areola of her nipple. She doesn’t fidget this time; but lets me do what I please.

“I would not mind.”

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