Page 145 of The Beta's Blind Date

“Netflix and chill?” I say, nodding at the television mounted on the wall.

He laughs and kisses me. “If that’s what my girl wants, then that’s what my girl will get.”

I shove him away from me as he laughs and winks, leaving me alone in our new bedroom. I take off the borrowed jeans and sweater and set them on the chair near the couch, then throw Reid’s shirt over my head, inhaling his scent as it envelops me.

My wolf closes her eyes in contentment as I lean back against my pillow, burrowing into the comfy couch cushions. A fluffy, fuzzy, warm blanket would be the cherry on top of this cozy couch sundae, but the house is heated, and Reid’s shirt is comforting and soft, and for now, it is enough.

I doze as Reid moves in and out of the room and the house, bringing in everything we moved over from the packhouse. His muted noises as he works bring me peace and comfort. The knowledge that he is right here, taking care of me and already making this house our home, settles my spirit and my wolf, easing me into a light sleep.

A sigh leaves my lips as large, warm hands move up and down my bare legs, squeezing and massaging, working out tension I didn’t realize I carried. I open my eyes and Reid kneels on the couch, knees on either side of my legs. His usually bright blue eyes are dark, the pupils wide, his gaze drinking me in and bringing delicious, toe-curling, sinful ideas to life in my mind.

“Get on your stomach,” he orders, his hands patting my butt.

I comply without pause, turning from my side to my belly, my arms crossed under my chin. His hands work their way up to my lower back, lifting the hem of the shirt until it pools around my waist. Then they move back to my ass, continuing his massaging caresses.

I sigh again and he chuckles, his thumb brushing over my lower lips through my underwear, turning my sigh into a whimper. He hooks his fingers into the sides and pulls them down my hips and legs, his hands returning to my bare butt in the blink of an eye.

I swallow a moan at the feel of his powerful hands squeezing and molding my ass, my pussy pulsing and dripping with arousal even though it’s been only a few minutes of his touches. My hips press forward, moving of their own accord, seeking some kind of friction, the friction he has yet to give me.

“This is so much more fun than the first massage I gave you,” he says, hands coming to my hips and lifting my lower half until my ass is raised in the air, my back arched, and my knees bent beneath my hips. His thumbs trace the edges of my exposed lower lips, and his warm breath fans my pussy. “You are so pretty like this, Cadet.”

I gasp as he gives my pussy one small kiss and then pulls away again, leaving me wanting more, needing more. His experience in the bedroom is both a blessing and a curse. It is exquisite torment to be at his mercy and under his thumb, and I know he will reduce me to a begging, panting puddle every time we fuck.

And yet somehow, it’s never enough. My body craves him, craves more of him, even as he gives me more.

“So pretty,” he repeats, caressing the backs of my legs, my ass, and my pussy. “So wet for me.” His tongue swipes along my slit, his thumbs digging into my thighs as he holds my legs apart. “And so sweet, too.”

I push my hips back, grinding myself against his mouth as he tastes me, taking my pleasure from him. He moans as I move, sending vibrations into my center, sparks of delight spreading through my body.

The fire he lights within my soul consumes me. The flames lap at me, flickering higher. Fed by my desire and love for him, they burn a hole in my heart only he can fill. Nothing and no one else matters. Nothing and no one else but him.

“Reid,” I say, pushing back against him harder. “I need you.”

“Oh, I know you do.” He kisses my ass cheek. “You’re so greedy, Cadet.”

He trails his lips up my spine, his hands sliding my shirt off my body. He plants one small kiss on my mark, his cock positioned at my entrance, his bare skin warm as he lays himself over my back. I was so lost in lust and ecstasy I didn’t realize he’d removed his clothing. The tip of his dick seeks my warmth, nudging my lower lips apart and sliding into me briefly before pulling almost all the way out.

Goddess, damn this man and his need to drag out our pleasure. My pleasure. Most of the time I love it, but right now I want instant gratification. I want him to give me all he has, to take me hard and fast, nothing held back.

With a growl, I shove my hips back, taking him inside me in one thrust, my ass slamming into his groin. He groans and grips my hips, his forehead pressing into my spine.

“Fucking hell, Taryn,” he gasps, rocking against me.

“I don’t want you to make love to me.” I look at him over my shoulder. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, I’m going to,” he promises, lips traveling across my shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you on this couch, and on that bed, and in every room of this house. So you better hold on tight, Cadet. Because our night is just beginning.”

He lifts his torso, pulls his hips back, and then rams into me, rocking me forward and hitting a delicious spot inside me with his dick. I clutch the arm of the couch, holding on like he ordered me to. He grabs my hips, keeping them at the perfect angle for him to slide into me with unrestrained speed and force, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust.

Our sounds of pleasure—a medley of moans, groans, and sharp cries—echo around our new bedroom as we move together and chase our euphoria. Each stroke of his dick inside me sends me to new heights, every sensation magnified by the strength of our completed mate bond and the strength of our connection to each other.

His practiced hands caress my skin, goosebumps left in their wake, the flames within me rising to greet his touch as it glides over my body. He cups my breasts and tugs on my hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, drawing an elongated moan from my lips.

The combination of his hands on my body, his dick slamming in and out of me, and the beautiful fireworks between us from the mate bond is almost too much, and yet somehow also not enough. I need more.

“Reid…” I groan, pushing harder against him as he continues to rock my body with his movements.

“Goddess, Taryn. I can feel how close you are. Tell me what you need. Tell me what you want from me.”

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