Page 11 of Kiss Me for Christmas

Scarlett is completely quiet. When I open my eyes, she’s just looking at me with confusion etched between her brows. “What do you mean?”

“Just that.” I force myself to look into her eyes. This might be shameful, but I’ll be damned if I act that way. “I don’t have a pack, it's just me.”

Scarlett’s tawny brown eyes drift across the floor as she thinks. She doesn’t look upset, but then again maybe she doesn’t understand the stigma older alphas have for being loners.

“What are you thinking?” I blurt out, unable to take her silence any longer.

“Honestly?” she asks with a slight lift in her voice.

I immediately nod. “I want to know. Tell me.”

“It’s kind of a relief.” She pulls a face, telling me she hates admitting that. But I can’t hide how happy I am.

All the tension flies out of my body at once, and my sweet beta smiles. Can she sense my nerves? A good beta can sense their alpha’s emotions without any kind of bond needed. And Scarlett is a good beta. She’smybeta.

“Really?” I ask, not even caring how desperate I sound.

“Yeah,” she lets out a fluttering laugh. “I mean, packs are lovely, and I adore their dynamics, but it’s always hard for betas to charm multiple alphas. I’m still in shock thatyouseem to like me. How on earth would I convince two or three more alphas?”

Swift rage burns through me, and I grab her by the upper arms, holding her close. “Any pack would be lucky to have you,” I snarl, unable to help my harsh tone, “but you’remine, Scarlett. I know it might be too much to hear right now, but I want you. I wantyouto be my pack.”

The blush in Scarlett’s cheeks spreads as her smile grows. “Just me and you?” Her voice is tiny. Just like her.

I nod, admiring her soft features. “What do you say? Be my beta?”

Scarlett bites her bottom lip and scrunches her nose. My heart begins to thunder with excitement before she even utters a word. “Okay,” she whispers, then ducks her head. Bashful.

“Really?” I ask, wanting her to be sure. “Because I’m an alpha,” I remind her. “I can't go slow any longer. I know I said Iwould, but I want you, Scarlett.I need you.” My words slip into a growl, making her beautiful eyes dilate. “I need younow.”

“I want to be yours,” she whispers, tipping her chin up. Inviting me closer.

Slipping my hand around the side of her neck, I squeeze possessively, before moving up to cup her cheek. She’s mine. A whole year of pining and longing, and this gorgeous beta is mine.

“Bennet?” Scarlett whispers my name as she moves her arms around my neck. She’s just so soft and warm. Heaven. She feels like heaven.

“Yes, my beta?”

“Kiss me.”

I fall into her, and a soft sigh pushes from her chest. I’m instantly alight with desire, filled with an intense need to seal our bond. To claim her body and cover her in my scent. I want her tofeelhow much I need her.

Moving both of us backward, I don’t stop until Scarlett’s ass hits the edge of my desk. It was just this morning, I had her pinned here, with my cock rubbing up against her warm center. But this time, the only thing between me and her sweet pussy is a flimsy skirt and a pair of tiny panties….assuming she’s even wearing any.

I break the kiss, then slowly move to my knees, right in front of Scarlett. She pants above me, watching my every movement with wide eyes.

“Give yourself to me,” I whisper as I push my hands up the sides of her thighs. The hem lifts and it takes everything in me not to instantly devour her. Her pale pink panties are just as tiny as I had imagined, but it’s the wet spot on the front that has all of my attention.She wants me.

“Okay,” Scarlett nods, but the movement is a bit jerky. It’s clear she’s nervous. I just need to ease her fears.

“Slide your ass onto the edge of the desk,” I lift her little dress even higher, exposing her curvy hips, soft belly, and then her matching pale pink bra. Her breasts overflow from the lacy top, making my mouth water. “So sweet.” I push my face into the soft flesh. Her warm scent is thick here, her tits pushing up on either side of my face. But I need more.

I inch my way down, placing soft kisses to her cleavage, along her stomach, and down to her hip bones. I can smell her arousal. It’s not the thick sweetness of an omega, but richer, warmer.

Scarlett shifts, lifting her dress over her head, then she leans back. She watches me with wide eyes and slightly parted lips as I admire her wet panties.

“Look how wet you are for me,” I purr, slipping my thumb into the front of her panties. Her pussy is soaked, making my thumb slip easily over her clit. The hard nub strains between her soft folds, and it’s covered in her sweet juices. Just the thought of this pretty pussy wrapping around my cock has me on the verge of coming. “Do you want your alpha to taste you?” She nods and I give her a hard look. “Words, pretty girl. I want to hear your voice.”

“Yes,” she says the word so softly I almost miss it. “Please, alpha. Touch me.”

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