Page 139 of Chosen Beta

He must be so damn close to going into heat. His slick is like syrup, and the taste …

Fucking hell, the taste is making my knot swell inside my jeans.

I haul off my jacket, letting it fall behind me as I get on my knees behind my Omega.

Not wanting to waste another second, I dip my head forward and start to lick my way toward teasing an orgasm out of his needy body.

He gasps when my tongue rolls over his balls, but he doesn’t start to shake until I suck them into my mouth. If he didn’t love it so much, he wouldn’t keep them shaved smooth to make it so easy to feel every flick of my tongue.

“I am not going to come from having my balls sucked,” he whispers, trying to convince himself of that as I tease him with my mouth.

If I really wanted, I could make him come like that, but I’d much rather have him shaking with desire and begging to be knotted because I’m making him come while I’m eating him out.

I take my time licking my way upward, concentrating on not missing a single drop of the syrupy arousal fluid that’s making him wet in preparation for my knot.

My dick is going fucking crazy with every tiny drop that hits my tongue.

I undo my jeans and hook my thumbs into my underwear to push both down at the same time.

It helps ease the pressure, but I’m still swelling up more than I should be considering I’m not inside my mate yet. The point of my knot is to lock my dick inside my mate, not to make it too big to fit before we even get started.

Hopefully, I’ll be able to control my cock once Shadow’s had enough of my tongue.

My Omega has more control over it than I do, at least half of the time.

His needs dictate what it does, and how long it lasts.

I’m just along for the ride, willing and eager to please.

He moans softly as I part his cheeks.

He’s so wet and ready that I can’t resist circling his puckered pink slit with my finger, teasing before I push it inside. He groans as I add another finger before I start to run my tongue over the syrupy, sweetly perfumed slick that’s pooling around his entrance.

My fingers are thick with his arousal when I remove them.

He sighs softly. “I need your knot.”

“Well, there might be a slight problem with that request,” I admit, before I move back and take my shirt off.

He turns and his eyes widen when he sees the problem.

“What the hell?” he murmurs. “That’s your knot!”

“That would be the slight problem.”

I undo my boot laces so I can step out of them when I stand up. It only takes a second to get completely naked, but my swelling doesn’t ease in that time.

“There’s nothing slight about it,” Shadow says, moving closer to touch my knot.

“It’s your slick. One taste, and this happened.”

“Holy heck,” he mutters.

“Can you do something about it?” I ask.

“Me?” he asks, sounding shocked. “Why would I be able to fix this?”

“Maybe if you try not to want it so bad …” I joke, making him slap my arm.

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