Page 124 of The Beta's Blind Date

Fuck that. I’m not waiting to play with her any longer. I need to see and feel all of her right now.

“The tree isn’t going anywhere.” I unbutton the next button.

“The hot cocoa will get cold.”

“I can heat it back up,” I say, kissing her throat and unbuttoning the penultimate button. “Right now, I want to explore your body again.”

The last button leaves its home, and her cardigan falls open, exposing her bare breasts to me. They’re full and perky, a perfect fit for my large hands, and her nipples point straight at my chest. Her back arches as I take them into my hands, cupping them and teasing the responsive, stiff points, then swirling around the tops of them, tracing delicate lines that match the curls in her braids into her sensitive flesh.

The sweater falls down her shoulders and off her arms to the floor, and I drop to my knees, pulling her leggings down as I go, leaving her bare in front of me. I kiss the top of one thigh and then the other, hovering over her center and warming it with an exhale as I move my mouth. Then I remove my own sweater, tossing it aside with hers as I sit on the floor, my back against the couch.

“Come here,” I order, my voice low as I pat my thighs.

She moves towards me, facing me, and starts to lower herself onto my lap, but I shake my head. “Turn around.”

She blinks and swallows, turning so her butt is in front of me, her knees bending slowly. I dart forward and grab her hips, kissing each of her round cheeks and yanking her down onto my lap. My knees bend and lift, spreading her long legs apart so she can’t clamp those thighs shut on me.

Her head tilts back against my shoulder as I caress her breasts again, rolling her nipples between my fingers, my nose burying into her neck and inhaling her sweet scent.

“Goddess, you’re so sexy,” I say, my lips brushing her skin and raising goosebumps. “I can’t wait until we mark each other.”

My teeth nip at her neck, and she whimpers, her body pushing back into mine. She shifts in my lap, hips arching and searching, and I slide a hand down, dragging the tip of my finger through her lower lips.

Her hips buck, and I snake my other arm around her waist, clamping onto her hip bone, pinning her to me. “Hold still, Cadet.”

She groans, her hands clutching my forearm and her eyes closing as her head falls back more.

“That’s it,” I say, brushing my fingers over her pussy again and thumbing her clit. “Keep making those sounds for me. Give me a preview of how it will be when we mate—when I mark you.”

My finger slips inside her, thrusting up to my first knuckle and back out, and she yells, her mouth staying open even after the sound fades.

“I’m going to fuck you nice and slow at first, Taryn.” I continue to finger her, my face still in her neck, kissing, licking, and nipping the skin around her marking spot but never touching it. “I’m going to enjoy you and relish the feel of your pussy wrapping around my dick as you take in every inch of me.”

Her lips press together, and she moans, turning her face to find my lips, but I don’t let her. Her neck is my target, even though it’s torture to hold my wolf back, to keep my canines in. But this is about her pleasure, about building her trust and strengthening our bond in other ways.

My finger moves faster, a second one joining it, both of them slipping in and out of her warmth with ease. Her hips thrust a little to meet them—just a slight twitch towards my hand each time I slide inside—her heart rate quickening and her breathing rapid.

My kisses on her neck move closer to her marking spot, spiraling towards it with each thrust of my fingers and her hips, each beat of our hearts, each lungful of her scent I inhale. Her pussy walls flutter around my fingers and I groan.

“That’s beautiful, Taryn. That’s what I want. Your pussy pulsing around me, and your moans and cries echoing around the room. And then, when you’re right there, right on that edge”—I thrust deeper, strumming her clit and blowing on her marking spot—“I’m going to sink my teeth deep into your neck and push you over it, working your body to the brink, stretching your pleasure out so it’s unending.”

I kiss her marking spot, a gentle press of my lips right where my teeth will claim her, and she shudders and writhes in my arms, her orgasm overtaking her.

“Oh, Goddess!” I smile into her neck, watching her breasts bounce as she rides through each wave of her release. “Don’t stop, Reid!”

“I’m not stopping. I know you have more. I know you’re not finished.”

Her nails scratch at my forearm, and both of us continue moving, her noises ricocheting around the room and filling my ears, making my cock harder than ever. She takes everything I give her, and I can’t wait until she’s giving it right back to me, her pussy around my dick instead of my fingers, my release spilling into her and dripping out of her.

I groan again and close my eyes, gripping her tighter to me as I push my fingers in as far as I can as her movements slow, keeping them there until she stills.

She’s breathless, limp, and smiling in my arms as I remove my fingers and lift them to my lips, sucking every remnant of her pleasure from them, my eyes closing as I savor her sweetness. Then I cup her face, my thumb brushing over her lower lip before covering her mouth with mine, giving her a sweet kiss full of promise and love.

I pull away and glance at the tree beside us, the lights still twinkling, the lone ornament sticking out like a sore thumb. Part of me wants to take her to the bedroom, to go for a second round and bring her over the edge again. But a bigger part of me knows we have a lifetime for that, and this moment will always be a part of our first year together, our first year creating memories and traditions.

So I set my desires aside and grab her clothes, slipping the sweater up her arms and buttoning it for her, my eyes never leaving hers.

“What about you?” Taryn asks as she takes the leggings from me and slips them back on.

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