Page 162 of Wanted Beta

My slick is coming in thick and fast, soaking my underwear.

I haven’t even laid eyes on him, and I want him.

I scan the alley, knowing he’s here, somewhere.

When I turn to the right, he jumps down in front of me, making me jerk back.

I blink and glance upward to see he must have dropped from the fire escape’s ladder.

When I look back at him, I have the same heated physical reaction I had when I met each of my previous mates, and I can see my own lustful thoughts reflected in his eyes.

There’s a hint of shock under the desire, but it’s not enough to stop him from moving closer and running a hand over my throat. He’s feeling for my marks, so he knows I already have Alphas.

When the tips of his fingers brush the first mark hidden under my hair, I let out a soft moan.

“Sneaky,” he murmurs, his sultry voice only adding to the throbbing that’s starting inside my pants. “What kind of Alpha doesn’t put his mark on his Omega’s throat, where everyone can see it and know he’s spoken for?”

“The considerate kind,” I manage to answer, while his fingers make me shiver.

“This is what you wanted?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

He makes it sound like a bad thing. “Marks are private. I don’t want strangers staring at them.”

“Strangers would stare at you no matter what,” he murmurs.

There’s something dangerous about the way he’s looking at me now, as if he can barely keep from putting his teeth on my skin, and if I give him the chance, he might just mark me, whether I agree to that mark’s placement or not.

Part of me is aroused by this.

The other part isn’t as dead against having his mark on my throat as it should be.

I’m impaired right now, and I know it. I just can’t bring myself to care.

All I want is for him to claim me.

Whoever the hell he is.

He leans in and I hold my breath.

I’m not going to stop him. I don’t want to.

My legs start to shake as his lips brush my skin, and he groans, low and needy.

He nips at my skin with razor sharp teeth that are ready to sink in.

“Oh my God,” I murmur, my hands going to his arms to steady myself.

He runs his tongue over my neck, moaning softly as his other hand moves from my mark down the front of my body and straight into my pants.

I gasp in a breath.

He scrapes the tips of his fangs over my skin, softly enough that he can’t accidentally mark me.

I know it’s not going to happen by accident. This Alpha knows what he wants, and he won’t shy away from taking it. He’s doing it slowly for a reason, teasing me to make me want what he wants. I don’t hate it, and I definitely don’t hate the way his hand seizes my cock.

It’s all so new and exciting … and I probably shouldn’t be letting any of it happen.

At least, not like this.

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