Page 118 of The Beta's Blind Date

Lips brush the shell of my ear, and I gasp, arching my body so skin meets skin. Tingles erupt over every inch of my torso that meets his, and we both freeze, panting, lost in the feel of each other.

“Reid…” I moan.

He chuckles, a sound that’s dark and full of promise. “I thought I told you to get on the counter, Cadet?”

I swallow and push myself up onto the edge, and he nudges between my knees, his hands sliding up the inside of my thighs. But he stops short of where I need him to touch. My hips jerk, urging him to continue, to put his fingers on me, but he chuckles again.

Lips wrap around my hardened nipple, and I yell again, my hands flying to his shoulders and clutching at his skin, my nails leaving marks. He grabs the waistband of my leggings and tugs, and I lift my hips as he yanks them down. A squeak escapes me as my bare ass hits the cold marble, but his hands move up the backs of my legs and lift me to tug his T-shirt underneath me, protecting me from the frigid surface.

His forehead presses against my chest as he gazes at my bare pussy, his shoulders heaving. One thumb grazes over my entrance, and I moan, my eyes squeezing shut as I lean back against my palms.

When my eyes open again, Reid is staring at me, watching me, drinking in every inch of my bare skin and every nuance of my reactions to his skilled teasing.

His thumb grazes my pussy again, pulling another moan from my lips. “Tell me again. Whose girl are you?” he asks.

“Yours!” I groan, my nails scraping the countertop. “Your girl.”

“That’s right,” he says, easing my hips to the edge of the counter. “All mine.”

He lowers himself between my thighs, spreading my legs further with his shoulders, kissing a line from my knee up the inside of my leg. Warm breath hits my center, the prelude to our first act of intimacy as mates, and my entire body shudders and tenses, waiting for him to give us what we both want.

He traces my opening with his finger, his thumb circling my clit once, and I almost sob, my body and heart on edge from his teasing. “Remember what you asked me in the car that day? About oral sex?” he asks.

“Y-yes,” I say, my body trembling, aching for the pleasure he’s withholding.

“I imagined you just like this.” He chuckles, circling my clit again. “Goddess, I wanted to see you exactly like this,” he groans, pressing his lips against my inner thigh again, his eyes closing as he inhales my scent. “You’re so beautiful, Taryn.”

“Reid, I swear to Selene, if you don’t—”

He dives forward, covering my pussy with his mouth, our groans cutting off any further scolding from me. His lips move against me, hitting pleasure spots I didn’t know existed on my body, sending tremors of delight through my veins. My hips roll and writhe under his kisses, seeking more of his divine lips and tongue, more friction to bring me closer to my release.

His finger joins his mouth, inching in and out of my center as his tongue teases my clit. He inserts it further with each thrust of his hand, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

That peak draws nearer, Reid’s touch and scent driving me further towards it. It’s right there, right at the tips of my fingers, close enough to touch, when he pulls away and rubs his hands down my thighs, his mouth hovering but no longer kissing and tasting me. My hips buck, searching for his lips and tongue, a whine leaving my mouth as he leaves me hanging.

“Reid!” I exclaim, but his self-satisfied grin as he spreads my legs wider tells me all I need to know. He has no intention of making this quick.

“Let me savor you,” he says.

“Let me come,” I snap back.

He backs away more until his hands cover my knees, and his mouth is too far away from where it should be. His eyebrow raises, and his smirk disappears. “Who is the beta?”

“Reid—” He starts to stand and I backtrack. “You! You’re the beta.”

His lips twitch, and he inches closer to my pussy again. “Damn straight I am,” he says. “And you’ll come when I’m ready for you to come. Understood?” I stare at him, and his hands slide up my legs, stopping before my lower lips. He touches them with his thumb, the touch lighter than a feather, and I groan in frustration when he removes it immediately. “Understood, Cadet?”

“Yes, Beta!”

His smile returns, and he leans into me, hovering over my entrance again. “Good.”

He returns to my pussy with renewed vigor, devouring me as if I’m his last meal. His fingers play in tandem with his lips and tongue, teasing me and torturing me, filling me and working me towards my orgasm. My hips roll and I grind myself against his face. Our moans fill the kitchen, interspersed with me shouting his name and him murmuring words of encouragement to me as he brings me right to the edge before pulling me back over and over until I can’t take it anymore.

“Reid, please!”

“Goddess, you’re better than all my fantasies about you,” Reid groans against my pussy. “So sexy, so eager. And all fucking mine.”

He pushes both fingers all the way inside me and thumbs over my clit as those fingers curl and touch a spot inside me that has me teetering on the precipice, fighting to hold back until he gives me permission to come. The pleasure coils and writhes inside me, and it’s all I can focus on—that, and the practiced manipulation of his fingers, lips, and tongue.

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