Page 50 of A Beta Protects

He groans, his touch loosening as I traverse every bit of damp skin I can.

When I’m on my knees in front of him, he’s breathing so hard, the veins in his neck popping out in sharp relief.

“You don’t have to do this,” he breathes.

I hold his gaze. “You think I’m doing this because I have to?” I kiss his tip, softly. “Since you stepped out of the forest, I wanted this.”

There isn’t one part of Dom I don’t want to touch. Or taste. I run my tongue over him, and then I draw him into my mouth, needing him to want me as much as I want him.

A muffled curse. Fingers clench in my hair and I look up as Dom’s head falls back, and he chokes out my name. “Kira! Fuck.”

I pull away, draw in a breath, hold it, and swallow him again.

His hand tightens to almost pain levels as he thrusts into my mouth, groaning my name. And then… Well, I’m not sure what happens next. I have no memory of seeing Dom move.

But I’m flat on the bed the next moment. Dom’s kiss is desperate, his hands dragging my panties down, and dress up. Frantic.

His mouth is on my throat. I feel the slight graze of his teeth, and I tilt my head back, offering it to him for more kisses. More grazes. More of whatever he’s doing that’s sending electric shockwaves through me.

“Dom,” I moan.

His hands grip my hips and he surges into me as his teeth bite down.

My back arches, a scream tears from my throat as suddenly, my body comes apart around him. I don’t know what did it. That bite. His sudden entry, or the way he stretches me like I’ve never been stretched before. My body is still rippling as he swipes his tongue over my throat and starts thrusting.

A desperate groan accompanies each heavy thrust, and I cling to him as we rock together, filling the room with the sound of our moans.

The pressure builds again between my thighs as I wrap my legs around his back, changing the angle. Dom pounds into me, slanting his mouth over mine in a hungry kiss as another climax crashes into me.

He swallows my scream as I buck against him.

Dom gives no sign this is even close to being over. He drives into me, his hands on my hips. It’s like he can’t get enough of this. And me.

I slump into the bed, struggling to breathe as he finally slows, long minutes later.

He’s still twitching, straining to go deeper as my eyes flutter closed and my head sinks onto the pillow.

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DOM

Isit naked on the edge of the bed, and I can’t stop staring at the mark on Kira’s throat.

I didn’t tell her what I was, and I bit her.

The bite was hard enough to break skin, but it won’t leave a big scar.

My wolf is relaxed, pleased to have his mark on her. It’s something he’s wanted to do since I met Kira. And, truth be told, so have I.

I covered her with the comforter after holding her for far longer than I had a right to, but I can’t make myself get up and walk away from her.

Everyone will know it. They won’t even need to see the bite if she’s covering it up. One sniff and they will know exactly what I did. Kira still smells like wild peonies, sweet, lush and perfect. But there’s a new addition to her scent.

She smells like mine.

I don’t know how long I perch on the edge of the bed, watching my mate sleep, fighting to keep my hands to myself, and hating myself for what I did.

But I don’t regret making her mine.

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