Page 7 of Kiss Me for Christmas

Bennet’s whole body goes tight, but he quickly smiles, trying to hide his reaction. “It’s just me tonight.”

I nod, but he’s just so damn tense. Does his pack already have a beta? Would they be against him seeing me? I hope I’m not fucking this up…

“Okay,” I say, trying not to sound disappointed. “I get off work at five, but I was going to head home and change. Do we want to meet here at seven?”

Realization makes Bennet’s eyes go wide. “I actually hadn't thought about the specifics. I probably should have thought of that yesterday when I asked you out.” He lets out a deep chuckle. He sounds almost nervous. I kind of like it. I’ve never dated an alpha before, and having this kind of effect on one is a bit of a power trip.

“That’s okay,” I tuck my hands behind my back, and Bennet’s eyes move to my chest. He eyes my breasts, taking in my curves. “I guess I’ll let you get back to work.” My voice comes out a rough whisper—much throatier than I intended. And the effect it has on Bennet is almost instant.

“No.” His hand flies out, grabbing me by the wrist. “Don’t go yet.”

I nod as the enormous alpha closes the space between us. He’s so damn tall, looming over me like I’m a tiny wounded animal. I feel almost fragile under his intense gaze.I can see why omegas crave this.

“Bennet?” I whisper as he slowly leans down. His dark eyes are on my mouth, his lips slightly parted. His rich alpha scent envelopes me and my heart quickens.

“Yes, Scarlett?” he purrs my name and my eyes float closed.

Then he kisses me.

DR. ENOCH’S OFFICE

Bennet

Betas aren’t supposedto taste like this. Their aromas tend to be somewhat muted to alphas—less vibrant—but Scarlett tastes like she was made for me. Intense and sweet, with a hint of something so fresh it makes the hair on the back of my neck rise.

“Scarlett,” I growl, moving my hand up the back of her head, gripping the base of her ponytail. I pull back, forcing her head to tilt so I can taste more of her. “Open.”

My sweet girl obeys, allowing me to slip my tongue between her lips. She kisses me back with just as much wild desire. Her small hands travel up my chest and around my neck.Fuck, I want to ruin her.

I spin us, pushing her ass against the edge of my desk. It’s inappropriate to be doing this at work, but I just don’t give a shit. I need to feel every inch of this beautiful beta pinned beneath me. I want to feel her sweat on my skin, and her slick in my mouth.

But she doesn’t have slick. She’s not an omega.

The thought barrels through me, and I break the kiss. My pull to Scarlett is just so odd. Drek said it’s normal, but is it really?

“I’m sorry.” Scarlett swallows hard. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s panting.

“What for?” I ask, cupping her cheek. Her sweet face fits so well in the palm of my hand. So delicate.

“I didn’t mean to…” Her words fail her as her gaze moves down my body. She eyes the bulge at the front of my pants, taking in the length and size. Then something so wonderful happens, it takes everything in me not to rut the beta right here and now:she shivers.

“Have you ever been with an alpha?” I ask, wedging my knee between her long legs. She parts them for me, letting me push in closer.

“No.” Her pretty brown eyes meet mine and I can see a trace of fear there.

“I won’t hurt you,” I whisper, moving my thumb over her bottom lip. It’s so pink and wet. “I promise.” I let my voice drop to a deep growl. “I will never fucking hurt you, Scarlett.” I shouldn’t be making declarations like this to a beta, but I can’t fight against nature. She’s mine, whether she wants it or not.

“I know,” Scarlett whispers so softly, but her voice is still steady with that sexy little rasp she has. “I’ve just never been this close to an alpha before.” Her eyes flicker back down to my cock. “You’re…intense.” Her throat works as she swallows hard.

“Don’t worry, little beta.” I grip her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “I’ll go at your pace. Just tell me to back off and I will.”

Scarlett’s brown eyes widen and I swear some of the tension leaves her shoulders. “So if I wanted to take things slow, you’d do that?”

My mind rages as every fiber of my being pulls tight. I want to snatch her up, bend her over, and fuck her wild. But that’s not how betas do things.

“I would do that for you,” I force the words to leave my mouth.

A soft energy flows off the beta in my arms as a slow-spreading smile takes hold. I half-expect her to push me away, but she shocks me by crashing her mouth to mine yet again. Her intense desire seems to double as she twists her tongue with mine. She pushes her hands up into my hair and tugging at the roots hard, and I almost lose it.

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