Page 160 of The Beta's Blind Date

“Louder, Cadet,” I say, kissing around her nipple and moving my finger faster. “I know you can say my name louder than that.”

She whimpers and writhes beneath me, her neck arched and her mark shown off like the good little mate she is. My dick aches in my jeans, begging to be set free, to seek her warmth and feel her pulsate, flutter, and tighten until my cum paints her insides.

That thought has me growling again, and I tear my hands and face away from her to rip my clothes over my head and pull my jeans down. I don’t even take them off all the way.

There’s no time for that. Not when my girl is already on the edge, with her exquisite body splayed out beneath me. Not when she’s submitting to me and giving me control, allowing me to guide us to bliss.

I push my jeans to my ankles, and then I’m back over her, my weight on my elbows, my body trembling at the feel of her skin touching mine and the sparks igniting and skipping across my body.

Pleasure such as this was unimaginable before I found her, when all I thought of and cared about was finding a female—any female—to give me my next release. Now—now that I’ve experienced the mate bond and what it means, I realize what was missing, what I was searching for without even knowing it.

I was searching for her. My girl. My Cadet. My mate.

I slide her underwear aside; the head of my dick notches at her entrance, and I don’t hesitate. My girl likes when I fuck her, and I’m not playing games right now. Not when that dickhead is running his mouth and thinking he can claim my mate—threaten my mate. My wolf and I both need to claim her, and we need to claim her now.

I thrust inside her and groan as she tightens around me, her magnificent tits bouncing with my every move. Her nipples scrape against my chest as her breasts continue to bounce while I slam my hips into her over and over, pushing my cock inside her as deep as I can go.

But it’s not deep enough. We’re not close enough, not connected enough.

I wrap my arm around her waist and sit back on my heels, pulling her into my lap, my lips tracing the line of her neck as she arches into me. Her pussy takes my dick in deeper and her hips roll, grinding her pretty clit against me.

I squeeze her, panting, my eyes closing. Her bare skin against mine—her tits, her nipples, her smooth stomach—is exquisite. To be with her, like this, all the time, would be heaven.

“Fuck, Taryn,” I grit out between my teeth, pinching her nipple and twisting it around. Her neck arches more, her rolling head mirroring the rolling of her nipple.

“Yes,” she sighs, bucking her hips against me again, her lips twitching. “Fuck Taryn. Fuck Taryn as hard as you can, Beta.”

Sassy girl. Just how I like her. I smile, my hands gripping her cute little ass cheeks as I move her up and down on my cock, my hips slamming into her each time I drop her into my lap.

She cries out and her mouth stays open after the sound fades, but it’s not enough.

“As much as I love hearing you yell, you’re supposed to be screaming my name, Cadet,” I taunt, pulling her down hard onto my dick, prompting another yell from her. “Do it, Taryn. Scream my name while I fuck you. Scream my name while you come.”

“Reid!”

“Louder,” I growl, moving us faster.

Her breaths are short and her body tenses and trembles in my arms. Those gorgeous tits of hers press against my chest and I lower my face to bury it in them, kissing, licking, and sucking first one and then the other, giving both equal attention.

She gasps and her fingers claw at my back, her movements frantic with my name on her lips.

“Reid! I’m yours, Reid!” she screams, her voice and moans echoing off the walls and the window.

We’re both right at the edge. Stars of delight flicker behind my eyelids as I kiss up her chest, my nose nuzzling into her neck and brushing against her mark. Her scent intoxicates me, and I groan in pure satisfaction. She positions herself so I somehow enter her deeper right as her tongue licks over my mark.

I cry out and nip at her mark, and her pussy flutters and tightens around my dick, keeping me in place as she pulls me into the blissful abyss with her. My cum releases into her in several pulses until I’m spent and empty.

But she still writhes against me, the waves of her orgasm carrying her further into euphoria. I keep hold of her and watch this sensual female of mine as she owns her sexuality and embraces every ounce of pleasure I give her, never fearing to ask for exactly what she wants or needs from me.

She’s beautiful, and tenacious, and confident. And best of all, she’s mine.

My lips meet hers in a searing, sealing kiss as the last of her orgasm flows out of her, my hand cupping her neck to keep her in place. My dick slips out of her, but we remain connected in every other way—our arms around each other, our bodies pressed together, and our lips moving in tandem, nipping, tasting, and teasing, tongues dancing and playing.

My other arm snakes around her waist to hold her closer while we continue to kiss. Deep kisses, kisses that bind us together, kisses that tug at my soul.

Kissing her is like finding a lush oasis in the middle of the desert. Being with her is like opening my eyes for the first time in years. She is a breath of fresh air after holding my breath underwater for too long.

“Taryn…” I say, clutching her, my mouth not leaving hers. “Taryn, I swear to Selene, if anyone ever tries to take you from me—you or Sour Patch—I will rip them to shreds. The Goddess gave you to me—me—not anyone else. And I will do whatever I have to so I can keep you.”

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