Page 165 of Wanted Beta

“Ready?” I ask, not sure if I’m asking him or me.

“I’m so ready I can hardly stand it,” he admits.

His hand reaches out in the dark, falling over my chest, and discovering the raised lettering of the tattoo I got almost a year ago, while I was very, very drunk.

“That feels interesting,” he says.

“I’ll tell you about it after,” I promise, knowing I’ll have to.

He doesn’t know who I am yet, and that feels fair while I don’t know who he is.

His hand moves down my body, taking in the muscles I built up in training to be a cop, and then the thick, straining, length of my cock.

“Don’t worry about getting me ready,” he says. “My slick has taken care of that.”

I raise my hands to his face, cupping it as I lean in to kiss him.

He kisses back with a quick tongue and an eager mouth.

Moaning softly, he breaks the kiss and I know it’s time.

He guides me down to the floor, and I’m careful to use my hands to find everything as I get into position behind his raised ass. He wasn’t joking about his slick making him ready. It drips onto my dick as I line the tip up to his very well lubricated entrance.

I’m about to become his mate. I feel the full weight of that decision as I push inside him, inch by inch, grabbing hold of his hips and thrusting once I’m halfway there.

He moans low and deep once I’m buried to the hilt.

“You’re so big,” he groans.

“Too big?” I ask, not believing that.

He laughs lightly. “If you were too big, I wouldn’t be about to make your cock swell up as much as it can.”

“You think you control my knot?”

“I know I do,” he says, proving his point a second later.

It feels like he’s getting even tighter, but I know that’s the sensation of my cock swelling to lock inside him until we’re done, and I’ve claimed him as my mate.

“Okay, I believe you,” I admit, as I move a hand around to stroke him while I knot him.

“Fucking hell, yes,” he murmurs, as he starts to push back while I thrust into him.

He’s making me pound into him harder and harder, and that makes my grip tighten on his cock.

It feels so damn good I might actually come before he does. It’s been so long since I had anything more than the touch of my own hand. Add never experiencing knotting before, and never having sex with a stranger, and I’m so fucking close to the edge that I can barely hold back.

Fuck. It’s going to happen. I can’t stop it.

“Slow down,” I tell him. “You’re going to …”

I suck in a breath as I start to lose it, and it feels like I’m coming for minutes, spilling every last drop of cum out of my balls into my new mate.

“That was way too fast,” I chide him.

“Don’t worry, you’re not going to unknot until I’m done being claimed.”

I can tell he’s smiling as he speaks. He slows down now, of course.

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