Page 166 of Wanted Beta

It turns out he’s not wrong about my knot. My cock stays swollen despite my climax.

This whole knotting thing is going to take some getting used to. It’s a good thing we’ve got a lifetime together to explore it.

I use my free hand to stroke his balls while I pump his cock slowly with the other.

And I make sure the slow pace he sets is also one that makes him take me as deep as he can.

He issues soft, sexy little moans while I knot him, losing his breath more and more while I make him feel good. He comes when I least expect it, coating my hand, and probably making his flat stomach sticky and wet with his spend.

His perfume deepens, and I have a strong urge to lick my hand when I remove it from his softening cock.

“Okay,” he sighs. “Your knot isn’t going to last very long now, so you’d better …”

I hold him where he is, my knot buried deep, while I lick his sweetly spiced cum from my hand.

Fucking hell. He tastes so damn good.

I only realize I’m moaning once I start to thrust again, and he lets out a sexy sound of his own.

He’s sated, apparently, or he wouldn’t be telling me my knot is ready to go down.

I should finish up so we can deal with everything that comes after.

It’s a bitter-sweet thought.

If I could live in this moment with him for longer, I would.

But reality doesn’t go away just because you ignore it.

I listen to the sexy sounds coming out of my Omega’s mouth, and I think about what we’re doing here. He’s about to become mine. We were always fated to meet and become mates. Nothing could have stopped this moment from happening.

My teeth tingle with the desire to mark him.

That one little act would make it harder for him to hate me.

We’d be fully connected to each other as true mates.

I can’t do it.

I won’t.

I fight the urge even as I fantasize about pulling him up and burying my sharpened teeth into his throat, marking him for the world to see, making him mine.

I can almost taste his perfume scented sweat and coppery blood in my mouth as I picture it.

He wanted me to do it in that alley. I saw the way he looked at me.

I told him I was going to, and he wasn’t going to stop me.

I thrust a little faster and come at the exact moment that my knot starts to go down.

It takes a second to catch my breath afterward.

Everything feels perfect, but that’s not going to last.

“I guess we should probably exchange names,” he jokes as I pull out of his ass.

“Probably,” I murmur, trying to keep it light.

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