Page 131 of Chosen Beta

I guess that’s what makes it fated.

He moves down and leans in to kiss the right side of my throat.

“This side, or the other?” he asks.

“The right seems easier,” I admit, not really caring where it is.

It’s probably not smart to get visible marks while I’m working in such an important job, but it feels like something I don’t want to hide, and I’m not interested in pretending to be someone I’m not.

This was fated for me. These men, this pack.

I chose this job. I’m only here now because I’m trying to help Omegas.

If it fell through, I’d find other ways to help. It wouldn’t be the end of the world.

Not like it would be if I missed out on the pack I’m supposed to be a part of, the mates I’m destined to be with. I don’t like the thought of that one little bit.

I’m so beyond done with being alone.

“It might nip,” Pete warns me. “But it won’t feel bad for long.”

“I trust you.”

He kisses me again first.

Then his teeth sink into my skin.

It stings, for a second, and then I cry out as I start to come, as if Pete’s mark just hit the sweetest spot on my body. My pussy clenches around his cock and he groans as he moves back from my throat. He licks at his lips before he grunts low and hard, thrusting deeper for a few seconds.

I’m still recovering from that insane, mark induced climax while he comes inside me.

“Fucking hell that was incredible,” he murmurs, wiping his face before he moves back.

I feel wet instantly, and I stand up before I can drip cum all over the couch.

It didn’t seem weird to be at work when this started, but it definitely does now that it’s done.

“I really didn’t think about the clean up,” I admit, making Pete laugh.

He gazes at my thighs. “I’ll clean that up for you, if you like.”

The sexy tone he uses makes me nix that idea before it sounds too good.

“Uh, no. I don’t want to have to explain to anyone why there are weird stains on this couch, and I get the feeling we’ll ruin the furniture if we keep going.”

“Damn,” he murmurs. “I guess we’ll just have to wait for tonight.”

Oh, God, that’s hot.

There’s no awkward goodbye, no wondering if he’ll call. I straight up just went from single girl to practically engaged in one sexual encounter. He wants more of me, and he’s not afraid to admit it.

“I guess we will,” I tell him as I shuffle over to my desk, where my clothes are scattered on the floor and I have a box of tissues that are going to have to handle cleaning me up so I can get my clothes back on, or at least what’s left of them.

My blouse is missing a couple of buttons now, apparently.

Pete gets dressed faster than I do, thanks to having less clothes and no semen dripping down his legs. I get my pants on before he slips around the desk to hug me from behind.

“I’m probably in trouble for this,” he tells me, not sounding too worried.

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