Page 159 of The Beta's Blind Date

“That dickhead doesn’t know what pain is. He’ll wish he never even met my mate!” Reid says as if he didn’t hear Sebastian. Which, with how he’s growling and fighting, he probably didn’t.

His arm gets loose, and his elbow jabs Nolan right in the jugular. His hazel eyes water and he glances at me. “Taryn?” he wheezes out.

I’m on the floor with them before he finishes saying my name, reaching towards Reid. His toned abs show beneath his lifted sweatshirt, and I place my hands there, skin against skin, and focus on our bond, on the thread tying me to him and him to me.

As soon as I touch him, he stops fighting his friends, but his chest heaves, and his eyes are wide as he maneuvers his head to look at me.

Our eyes lock, and his heartbeat slows to mimic mine. A deep, quiet growl rumbles in his chest as he scans my body, echoing louder when his stare reaches my neck.

“Everyone out,” he says, meeting my eyes again.

“Reid—“ Wesley says, but Reid interrupts him.

“I said everyone out!”

His beta aura, while not as strong as an alpha’s, ripples through the gathered wolves. It snags on my wolf, pulling her forward, her attention caught by the rare display of his full strength and power.

My heart flutters in my chest, and my fingers clasp at his hard muscles. Our limited point of contact isn’t enough. I crave all of him, his dominance, his possessiveness, his command of my body—I live and breathe for it all. The gravitational pull of the moon to the earth or the planets to the sun doesn’t begin to explain the pull I feel towards him, the pull I’ve felt towards him since day one, even when I didn’t realize he was my mate.

The door slams shut, the others leaving us alone, and then Reid is over me, pinning me to the floor, his muscular body covering every inch of mine. His hand cups my jaw, his thumb pressing my chin so my neck is exposed, my mark shown off to its giver.

My body is pliant and willing, my legs spreading to make room for him between them. His scent fills my lungs, overwhelming me and relaxing me. His dick presses right into my center, and a moan leaves my lips, my palms pressing into his chest to anchor me before I drown in pleasure too soon.

He inhales, long and slow, breathing in my scent—both my natural scent and the scent of my arousal. His eyes darken and he lowers his face to blow on my mark, making my body shiver and my toes curl.

“I’m yours,” I say, breathless and shaking under him.

“That’s right. And I’m going to make sure everyone remembers that,” he says, rocking his hips against me. “Can you handle that, Cadet? Can you scream my name so loud that Alpha Dickhead hears you through the soundproof walls and glass?”

I lick my lips and nod. “Yes, Beta.”

He growls again, a glimmer of pride and satisfaction in his eyes as he pulls away from my mark. I rut against him, grinding my pussy against his cock, my head still tilted to display my neck to him to show him how much I need him, how much I want to submit to him as he owns my body.

“Good girl.”

Chapter 55

REID

Ilowermylipsto Taryn’s as my hand slides to the waistband of her leggings, her body quivering in anticipation. But I don’t kiss her. I hover there, above her mouth, my breath tickling her lips. Her throat bobs, her pretty neck stretched and exposed; a feast for my eyes.

Her complete submission to me in this moment awakens a primal instinct in me, one I held back for too long after I met her. It prowls beneath my skin, demanding I claim her again and again to make up for denying and fighting it.

She shrieks as I rip her leggings from her body and toss the ruined garment aside, then reach for her boots to pull them from her feet. My claws slice down the middle of her sweater, and I push the halves aside to reveal her bare breasts, nipples already peaked and pointing straight to the ceiling atop her round tits.

“Where’s your bra?” I growl, my eyes darkening.

I don’t mind if she wants to free the titties, but the thought of another male seeing her nipples poking through her sweater has the beast within me raging.

Okay. It has me raging, too.

“There aren’t any that fit me right in the clothes I’m borrowing,” she says, her chest heaving.

“I’ll buy you some,” I say, lowering my face to her breasts while my hand wanders to her cute little hot pink underwear, sliding beneath them and petting her lower lips, making her gasp and moan. “Lots of them. Pretty ones made of ribbons and lace and string that I can tear off your body, so I have to buy you more.”

My lips close around her nipple as my finger pushes into her pussy. Her palms press into the floor and her hips buck, moving with my finger as I slide it in and out of her wet heat.

“Reid!” she cries as I kiss and suck on her tit before switching to the other side. “Oh, Goddess, Reid…”

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