Page 44 of Beckett's Fate

“I thought I was going to lose you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” Beck said, a faint smile curving his lips.

Before she could think, before she could stop herself, she closed the distance between them. Her hands found his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she pulled him down toward her.

Their lips met in a fierce, desperate kiss, the heat between them igniting like a wildfire. Beck’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving over hers with a hunger that mirrored her own.

Irene felt herself melting into him, her body responding to the intensity of his touch, the sheer power of his presence. The world around them faded, the echoes of the battle replaced by the pounding of their hearts and the heat of their desire.

Their lips tangled together, dueling for supremacy as they clung to one another. His cock hardened against her, and she knew if he chose to claim her, she would never be able to say she hadn’t wanted it. He pushed her back into the wall—his body pressing against hers in a primal, dominant possession.

He hesitated for a moment, waiting, she thought, to see if she would object, but she didn’t. She knew she might regret this down the line, but in this moment the only thing she wanted was to be the claimed, fated mate of Beckett Grey. And she didn’t want to wait for some ceremony where someone she didn’t know proclaimed what she did. She was his, and he was hers.

When she offered him no resistance and arched into his body, Beck lowered his head, groaning as he took her pebbled nipple into his mouth and sucking. Irene felt arousal surge through her body, and she moaned. With one hand he teased and played with the nipple that he didn’t have in his mouth, where he swirled his tongue around it before nipping it.

The other hand slid down her body, tracing her curves until it came to rest on her sex. He cupped her mound before sliding his hand down and parting her lower lips with his fingers, tracing the outline of her pussy before plunging two fingers in and out of her sheath.

She had never been so aroused in her life. The minute he curled his fingers up inside her, pinched her nipple and sucked hard, her body responded with an explosive orgasm. She would have cried out, but he brought his mouth up to hers to swallow her scream of ecstasy.

His cock throbbed between her legs and the last part of her brain that was still capable of rational thought said she should protest. The combination of his fondling made words or any physical response that was less than encouraging impossible.

“Mine,” he growled provocatively.

“Beck, I…”

He fastened his mouth to hers, plunging his tongue into the recesses of her mouth as he kissed her possessively. Irene found she had no resistance or defense against the onslaught of his need and gave up any pretense that she did. What was worse, inspite of what her claiming might mean for her pack, she didn’t want to resist.

16

IRENE

Beck's eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he turned Irene and pushed her against the wall, his hands forcefully pinning hers to the slick surface.

"You're mine," he growled possessively, nuzzling her neck and trailing his hands down her trembling body. One hand caressed her nipples, while the other explored the heat between her thighs. Irene's mind raced with fractured thoughts, telling herself to resist but unable to deny the desire coursing through her.

With a swift kick, Beck spread her legs wider. Feeling his engorged cock nudging the cleft of her buttocks made her heart race even faster. Beck was not some tender lover who would take her gently the first time. No, he was a primal wolf taking and claiming what was his. This was far more like her dream than she had ever imagined, and it thrilled her in a way that she never could have imagined. Steadying her hips, he entered her with a powerful thrust; she cried out in surrender and ecstasy.

The intensity of his pounding and the rough grip on her hips left no room for coherent thought. All she could feel were the raw physical sensations and emotions overwhelming her. His grunts and groans echoed in her ear as he claimed her body and soul.

"You belong to me," Beck seethed, driving himself deeper inside her.

Irene could only nod in agreement, lost in a world of pleasure and surrender to his relentless assault. Her body bumped against the cold wall as Beck's grip tightened, marking her skin with bruises that would remind her of this moment for days to come.

"Say it," he demanded.

"Yes, Beck... yours," she cried out, giving into his primal dominance.

She capitulated to his touch, her body igniting with a fierce desire that consumed her. A second climax overtook her in a wild frenzy, the ferocity and fever of it shocking even herself. But she had no time to recover before her insatiable body demanded more, craving the ultimate release she knew only he could provide.

Every inch of her responded to him. No part was left untouched by his powerful presence. Her nipples throbbed for his touch, her pussy ached for every hard stroke that rasped against its walls.

As another wave of pleasure crashed over her, Irene screamed and shook with an intense orgasm that rocked her to her core. But still, Beck remained motionless within her. She could feel his knot pressing against her entrance, and she wriggled back against it desperately, craving his ultimate possession.

"Please, Beck," she moaned breathlessly.

He chuckled and growled simultaneously, the sounds blending together like thunder and lightning in a turbulent sky. Beck nuzzled her neck and trailed a tantalizing finger down her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps and unbridled need in its wake.

"This is neither the time nor the place, but rest assured you will feel my knot lodged deep inside you," he crooned.

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