Page 18 of Bonding with the Beta

I keep at the same tempo, not changing a thing.

Her mouth parts, and she releases a long moan of pleasure as she rides out her orgasm on my fingers. I can’t take my eyes off her. She is a fucking vision. Her nails continue to dig into my skin, but I can’t find a single fuck to give.

When she sucks in a breath and recovers from her climax, her head rolls, and I gently remove my fingers from her dripping core. I slide my hand from the bottom of her breast and move it to cup her chin, tilting her hazy eyes to mine.

“Did testing the theory work?” I ask huskily.

Kayleigh hums with surprise. “Yeah,” she pants, and the sound of her rapid heartbeat makes my ears drown. “You know where the clit is. Well done. You deserve a medal. You’re already better than eighty percent of the male population.”

A quiet laugh barks out of me. “Thanks, I’ll add it to my resume.”

Her cheeks deepen to a shade of dark pink. She avoids my eyes as she adjusts her pyjamas, and I take a step back.

“You alright?” I ask with a tilt of my head.

“Mm?” Her dilated eyes dart to mine. “Yeah. I’m good. Thanks.”

What the hell have you done, Kayleigh?

I step back and turn to the sink, her climax still coating my fingers. I drag my tongue across my bottom lip as my cock throbs in my pants.

My hands rest under the running water as I wash away her wetness despite the urge to know what she tastes like. But it’s probably best I don’t; otherwise, I’ll be driving myself up the wall knowing I can’t have her.

“I should probably.” She clears her throat and points to the living room. “Finish my essay.”

I dry my hands on a tea towel. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Kayleigh’s head moves as she steps away but doesn’t look back at me. “Uh. Sure.”

“Goodnight, Kayleigh.”

She pauses by the door and latches onto the door hinge as if her legs are struggling to work. “Night, Kayden.”

I watch her as she leaves and the silence of the kitchen becomes overwhelming. My chest attempts to catch all the breaths I’d missed in the time we had been together. Now I’m starting to realise I’m playing with fire.

No matter how many times I tell myself to stay away, I ignore every intuition that screams at me. Her thoughts don’t stop. They’re loud and vibrant in my head, impossible to escape.

How am I meant to stay away from her when those thoughts wrap around my nervous system like a fucking curse?

Kayleigh might not be my mate, but I can’t help the curiosity to find out what this connection is between us.

Even if it feels like a terrible idea, I’ll regret it if I don’t.

7

KAYLEIGH

Ilay in bed, staring up at the white ceiling blankly. Despite the orgasm I can still feel in the tips of my toes, it definitely didn’t help me to focus on my unfinished essay. Instead, all I could think about was Kayden’s fingers deep inside me and his lips against my neck.

What the hell was I thinking?

My legs are still shaking from last night's antics.

Kayden finger-fucked me in their kitchen.

Holy hell, I need to get my shit together.

I run a hand down my face and twist my body to bury myself in the pillow, releasing the tiniest groan of disapproval for myself. I cannot even bear the thought of looking him in the eye today.

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