Page 23 of The Coveted Beta

“Try not to clench, sweetheart, lest I need to be rougher with you.”

Oh, why does that make me clench tighter? What depravity has taken hold of me? I can’t believe I am doing this. I can’t believe I just had my husband’s best friend’s cock in my mouth while my husband prepares my ass for his cock.

Frederick’s smirk is sinful. Where my husband is regally handsome, Frederick is pure alpha beauty. His cock bobs between us as if to encourage me to resume tending to it.

Alex has worked the oil in and now begins to pump his fingers in a steady rhythm. Frederick is right; it does feel a tingly kind of good. As I let go of fears, my arousal climbs. Then Alex suddenly scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me open, and a gasp pops from my lips.

I try to turn my head, but Frederick tightens his fingers on my hair, holding me at his mercy. “Ah, ah,” he says. “Look at me, love. Let your husband do what he must to prepare your needy little ass. It’s going to feel so good when he takes you there. I think you’re going to come hard.”

There is so much conflict inside me as I submit to the dark, twisty pleasure that blooms. A war takes place in my mind between my love for my husband, and the possessiveness I feel towards the alpha, who is not mine. I digress to wondering and exploring these heightened emotions, even as Alex plays with my body, forcing me to submit to accept his fingers deeper than I have ever done before.

His fingers move faster as he applies more oil. I’m so slippery there that it doesn’t matter how I clench, he can pump in and out with ease. I gaze into Frederick’s eyes as my bottom tingles inside and out as arousal builds.

A strange, unnatural sense of possession streaks through me as I consider how I am caught between these two very different men. While Alex is loving and encouraging, with a side of playful and wicked, Frederick has a confidence and dominance that is equally irresistible.

I cannot dispute it: even though Frederick is not mine, I want him. Worse, I feel possessive and want to gouge marks in his flesh to ward other lovers off.

He belongs with us.

My arousal rises, my breath turning toward a pant. I can’t think straight—can’t contain the wild emotions coursing through me.

“You will not fuck other women,” I hiss through my teeth, holding Frederick’s eyes.

Alex stills with his fingers buried inside me.

Frederick smirks. He brushes his cock tip teasingly over my lips, taunting me. “Shall I not? But how will I ever feel satisfaction without a pretty little beta or omega sucking on my cock again.”

“You don’t need them.”

He arches one brow.

Alex draws a ragged breath. “Clara—”

“Let her speak,” Frederick interrupts. “I want to hear what your sweet wife has to say. I believe having your fingers in her ass has provided her with a certain clarity of thought.” He brushes my hair behind my ear and cups my cheek. “Why don’t I need them, Clara?”

The words catch in my throat as I battle between societal conditioning and what I want. My tongue darts out, and I lap dutifully at the head of his cock. “Because,” I say between licks and the swirl of my tongue, “you have me… You have us.”

Alex groans lowly, and his fingers resume their dark teasing.

“You are seeking to keep me then, are you?’ Frederick goads. “Your personal alpha pet to call on whenever you choose. Is that how it’s going to be?”

There is no mistake in the dark undercurrents and the edge of anger. Is he being purposely obtuse?

I swallow the head of his cock, trying to show him all I mean when my words are failing.

He tugs on my hair, pulling me from my prize.

“Is that what I am to you, Clara? Your own personal fuck toy. Nothing but a fat cock and a knot: an alpha who is doomed to live without the joy of love.”

“Now is not the fucking time,” Alex hisses. “And don’t pretend to be confused about what she means.”

His fingers suddenly push even deeper, pumping roughly in and out.

I thrash, turning wild.

“Take it,” Frederick growls. “I think your wife needs something to distract her lest further inflammatory nonsense pour from her lips.”

With a low, filthy curse, Alex’s fingers withdraw, and then his cock head presses against my ass. It is so much thicker than his fingers. I jerk, but their hands hold me still, trapping me. Just as I convince myself he can’t possibly fit, the bulbous head pops in.

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