Page 25 of The Coveted Beta

A hot flood fills me. I twist and thrash, still coming over his cock. Two sets of hands now hold me for their pleasure, forcing me to endure the darkest, most depraved climax I’ve experienced in my life.

“Such a good girl,” Frederick says. “You have taken to this so well. I believe your husband will need to take you there often. I believe I shall enjoy watching him do as much. I believe now that I have had a taste of a forbidden, and much coveted, beta wife, that I wish to claim her as my own.”

Alex groans again. “What the fuck are you saying?”

He’s still inside me, still pulsing cum. I know they are staring at one another over me.

Then Alex surprises me when he chuckles. “Your timing could use some work.”

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Frederick

“I believe my timing is impeccable,” I say dryly as he eases out of her body and collapses onto the bed beside her. I draw her forward, settling her beside her husband before I rise from the bed and head over to the adjoining bathroom. I dampen the cloth and return to the bedroom where I find their heads are pressed together and sticky bodies entwined.

The cloud of jealousy is sudden and rampant as I pause at the bottom of the bed, seeing all their love.

Only there is no place for jealousy here. I am the spare dick, so to speak, who is seeking to be something more. I told myself I would fuck off if he told me to and yet it’s already too late. I’m invested. A fucking army of orcs couldn’t drag me from this room.

He watches but offers no comment as I part her thighs and clean her up with gentle dabs. His eyes hold that gleam again that tells me he likes me tending to her, likes seeing my hands on her.

I pass him the cloth. He cleans himself up and then drops it onto the floor. I rake a hand through my hair. My cock is hard and hungry for her cunt, her lips, her small hand brushing against me would probably be enough.

She glances back and holds out her hand to me. My dick jerks like she is offering to jack me off—she isn’t but, I exhale a low purr because that hand offers so much more than the promise of quick relief.

It offers hope, a connection my lonely soul wants to embrace. How strange to have been so lonely amid so many offers of companionship and more. Rebecca was not the only omega the high king permitted me to court. It is only now, as I stare down at this forbidden fruit, that I understand why. Today, I see Clara as far more than my best friend’s wife. I have opened a door and allowed burgeoning feelings to thrive.

“An alpha is ever a determined beast when he wants something,” I say.

“I know,” Alex says. “I understand.”

“Do you?”

“Take her hand, Frederick. You’re upsetting her. I don’t care how big you are, I will kick you out of my fucking house if you upset my wife.”

My lips tug up. Those blunt words are the reason why I call Alex my best friend.

I take her hand because I see in his face and hear in his words a deeper understanding of love. I can’t be sure who started this anymore, was it Alex, or was he merely acting on instinct and hidden feelings I was previously blind to? He would do anything to please his wife; her physical and emotional happiness are all that matters to him.

Even in this.

I kiss the back of her hand, and then, with a sense of inevitability, I lie down behind her.

“She is possessive of me,” I say, with no small amount of pride in my voice.

Alex chuckles. “Yeah, I did get that part.”

“I don’t want him to go,” she says softly, trailing kisses along Alex’s throat.

He groans and presses a chaste kiss to her forehead. “I know, sweetheart. I don’t want him to go either, nor do I want to imagine him fucking someone else. Not when he is yours now. Isn’t he?”

Her hand tightens over mine. “Yes.”

My chest swells and a deep rumbly purr escapes. I blink away the strange sting at the back of my eyes. Warmth spreads through me, getting all mixed up with the sharp arousal I still feel. Her scent fills my lungs—so familiar. Closing my eyes, I lower my lips to the juncture of her shoulder and throat and nip.

“There,” Alex says. “I don’t know how this shall work, only that the three of us together feels right and we should not burden ourselves trying to force matters or conform. While it’s not unheard of for an alpha to be with a beta, it is perhaps a little unusual for him to steal another man’s wife.”

I hear the humor in his voice, but I still grumble, “I’m not fucking stealing your wife.”

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