Page 175 of Wanted Beta

We don’t have the easy, flirty conversations she has with Jack and Gio.

The best way I know to relax her and get her used to my nature is to make her feel good in more intimate ways. Her agreement to this isn’t the surprise I expect it to be.

I knew this was how we would connect. It’s how I always connect best with my mates.

She wraps her arms around my neck as I kiss her full lips, taking the time to explore how she responds to each movement, and correcting my own responses to match hers.

The kiss alone is enough to make her open up to me.

She sighs softly when I move back a little.

Her cheeks are pink, and her lips are wet, and her bright eyes are dreamy.

“Yes,” she says, when I open my mouth to ask a question.

She puts her finger against my lips.

“I want you to claim me.”

“Gone for five minutes and you two get going without me?” Jack asks, sounding pleased despite the disapproval he’s supposedly expressing.

Beth turns to him, and I wait for her response.

“Well, you’re here now,” she says, making his expression slacken.

She reaches out and he moves in at my side, letting her reach up to stroke the side of his face.

He leans in and practically purrs in satisfaction.

Their kiss is open-mouthed from the moment their lips meet, and Beth is getting more aroused by the second. I watch as Jack’s hands move up her body, until they’re stroking over her breasts, teasing her nipples until they protrude through the fabric.

She moans into his mouth, and my cock throbs inside my jeans.

I move behind Jack and unbutton his pants while he makes out with Beth.

I can’t count the times I’ve undressed him to touch him.

It feels good every single time.

He groans when my hands make it inside his underwear, and he groans even louder when I kiss the mark that’s hidden from view on his shoulder.

Beth breaks the kiss and looks up at me, her gaze even dreamier than it was before.

“Do I really get to be mated to all four of you?” she asks.

“You do, and we’re very lucky to have you,” I tell her.

“God, Enzo, don’t make me come,” Jack murmurs, his voice tight.

“You’ll last longer later if you come now,” I encourage him, my gaze on Beth.

She’s watching us in a transfixed state of arousal.

Jack moans softly. “I want to claim my mate.”

Beth slips off the table and kneels down in front of Jack.

He gasps as she strips out of her sweater, revealing a bright blue lace bra.

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