Page 117 of The Beta's Blind Date

His eyes widen, and he smiles, leaning his face down to my ear. “Well, Cadet, rules are meant to be broken. And I would break every rule for you.”

I tilt my head back and laugh as his hands move to my shoulders. “Now who’s the cheesy one?”

He kisses me again, smiling against my mouth. “What made you decide to join my pack?”

“Dominic wants me to be his luna,” I say.

“I know,” he growls, his smile disappearing. “Sebastian heard him talking to Wesley, Alton, and Ben about it. That’s how I knew you’d left the reception. That’s why I left. To chase after you and stop him.”

“He tried to alpha command me to agree when he asked,” I murmur.

He inhales through his nose, and his nostrils flare, a muscle ticking in his jaw. His growl deepens, and his hands move to my hips, gripping them. He turns us, so my back is to the counter, and he cages me in, trapping me between the cabinets and his solid, powerful body.

“It didn’t work,” I soothe him, caressing his pecs and draping my arms around his neck. His eyes close, but the tension in his body remains, his hands grasping me, his jaw clenched. “The rogues crashed the car before he could finish the command.”

“You’re mine,” he says, stepping closer, pressing all the hard lines of his body against me. His nose slides along my jaw to my ear, inhaling my scent the entire way until he presses a kiss to the spot right below my ear. “Mine,” he growls again.

“Yes,” I sigh. “Yours. Your girl.” My head tilts up and to the side of its own accord, baring my unmarked neck to him, and he freezes, taking deep, slow breaths with his cheek pressed to my cheek, his body taut as a bowstring.

“You can’t show me your neck like that, Taryn.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” I ask.

He swallows and turns so his nose traces my cheekbone. “My wolf—” He shakes his head. “Fuck, no, it’s not my wolf. It’s me. Goddess, it’s me.”

“It’s you what?”

“Everything in me is urging me to claim you. Mark you. To sink my teeth into that gorgeous neck of yours until our scents combine into one and everyone knows you’re my girl. So that dickhead has no chance in hell of making you his.” He breathes out and pulls his head away from mine, baring his teeth, showing me his retreating canines. The tendons in his neck jut out, and he grunts as he forces his wolf back. “And it’s not the first time I’ve had to fight the urge. It was just easier to hold back this time.”

“This time?” I ask.

He nods, slow and precise, his eyes locked on mine. My mind reels, spinning me back to our first kiss in front of Brewed Awakenings, when his face was buried in my neck, licking, nipping, and sucking at the skin there before he yanked himself away from me.

“You almost…?”

“That’s why I pulled away from you. And Goddess, it is killing me to be this close to you and know what he tried to do and not be able to claim you.”

“Then claim me.”

He growls low again, a warning. “Taryn—”

“Not like that. But there are other ways to mark your territory.”

I lean my upper body back, and my hands stroke his chest again, over his chiseled abs until I reach the waistband of the sweats hanging low across his hips. My fingertips trace along the edge, teasing his skin, watching his reaction. His throat bobs and his eyelids flutter, and I lower one hand to caress the tip of his hardening dick through the fabric of his pants.

“Don’t start something you don’t intend on finishing, Cadet,” he says between his breaths.

“Oh, I intend to finish you, Beta.” I palm him through his sweats and give his dick a tug. “The question is, do you intend to finish me, too?”

His growl shifts, the tension in his body switching from anger to something else. Something equally dangerous, but not because he might hurt me. No, dangerous because of how my body and my wolf respond to every movement, sound, and nuance of emotion coming from him. Dangerous because I know I’ll never be able to resist him when he’s like this. Dangerous because I already find myself thinking of other things I can do to bring out this dominance and possessiveness in him again.

“Get on the counter,” he orders, his hands sliding up my sides and under the shirt I’m wearing.

The fabric glides over my skin, followed by his hands that leave goosebumps wherever they touch. My arms lift without a thought, and then the shirt is up and over my head in an instant, tossed on the counter behind me.

My heart pounds, my breathing heavy as his eyes travel down, reaching my breasts at the exact moment his hands do. He cups them from below, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I cry out, my chin tilting towards the ceiling and my hands gripping the counter’s edge. Everything else outside of his touch and his presence fades away.

He squeezes my breasts, his hips pressing against mine so his dick rubs my slit through our clothing. He’s hard as steel, and he hits me in the perfect way to have me whimpering and mewling for more.

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