Page 91 of Chosen Beta

Lana

The tension I felt in the dark corridor is nothing compared to the way it feels to be stuck in my small bedroom with a tall, blond Alpha who’s kind of an asshole. It really doesn’t help that he’s also one of the only men who can make my heart skip a beat with one look.

There must be some reason for my attraction to him and his pack.

I’ve never been this consumed by desire before, with one single exception that I absolutely cannot think about right now and will not think about until she’s in front of me again, and I’m faced with the most insane decision I’ve ever had to make.

I can understand the way I feel about Ezra.

He’s so kind and caring.

I don’t know anyone else who would have sent dinner like that.

He was probably thinking about his mate, but it felt really good to be included.

Shadow’s easy to get along with, sweet and friendly, and that perfume … I’ve never experienced anything like it.

And Pete … He’s a bit blunt and kind of arrogant, sure, but he’s also fiercely protective and I like that he isn’t afraid to speak his mind.

So far, all Owen has done is annoy me.

I’m not convinced that’s going to change.

All the same, if I got the chance, I would definitely take it.

I don’t know what that says about me, besides that I haven’t been laid in much too long.

I seriously could have used five minutes alone in my office with my hand inside my underwear.

The lusty feelings I’ve simmered in for most of the afternoon aren’t going away on their own.

I bite on my lip as I think about making myself come in the bathroom while he’s out here standing around looking all moody and model-esque.

Moving to the dresser, I think about my regular routine. I step out of my heels. I know I can’t change in the bedroom like usual, so I pick up my nightshirt next and I head into the bathroom with it.

Owen glances my way, but he doesn’t try to stop me.

I lock the door and breathe out a sigh of relief.

Alone, for the first time in hours, all I can think about is the insistent throbbing of my clit inside my panties. I’ve been wet all day, just enough to feel it, and my whole body is desperate for the release of a good climax.

It’s been a while since I gave myself one of those without the aid of a buzzy little sex toy, but the sensation I feel as my fingers glide over my skin is more than enough to make me moan.

I hesitate for a moment, holding my breath and trying harder to be quiet.

If Owen heard me, he doesn’t rush to the door to see what’s going on.

I rest my head back against the wall as I rub my clit until my breath quickens and my back arches, everything in me leaning deeper into my touch until I come in my panties.

I drop my nightshirt, clamping my free hand over my mouth to stifle my moans.

My fingers dip forward, curling into my clenching pussy as I soak through my underwear.

When it’s over, and my heart slows back down, I feel a little lightheaded.

I’m way more relaxed as I take off my clothes and change into the white nightshirt.

Taking off my underwear feels like a bad idea when I’m about to get into bed opposite an Alpha I’m crazy attracted to, but I also can’t stand the guy, so I’ll probably be fine.

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