Page 80 of The Beta's Heart

“Hurts,” she grimaced, breaking my heart.

“I’m sorry. I wish it didn’t or that I could help.”

After a few moments, she gave me a tiny nod.

“I’m good. Go ahead.”

“I told you, we don’t have to rush. I want this to be special for us.” My thumbs brushed the tears away from her cheeks, then I dotted her face with little kisses until I felt her body relax.

Only then did I rock in and out of her with the slowest, slightest, gentlest nudges I could manage while I was on fire to claim her, to mate her, to make her mine in every way possible and ruin her for anyone else ever again.

Remarkably, she reached a breaking point before I did.

“Ty, my pussy is gasping to suck your thick dick, so stop teasing me and shove it in!”

Her words snapped the last thread of my control, taking my mind with it, and I jerked my hips back and drove into her all the way. Pulling back, I did it again, only this time I saw stars. Feeling my balls draw up, I realized I was coming. Thankfully, she was, too, her walls clenching tight around me as I shot off like a firework.

The pleasure pulsing through us, I dropped on top of her and hid my face in the crook of her neck, not sure if I should be ashamed for not lasting even a minute or proud that I’d made her come during our very first time.

“I can’t believe bossing you like that worked,” she murmured with a giggle.

“I swore to myself I’d always give you what you needed.” Raising my face out of her neck, I lifted up on my elbows, but kept my semi-hard length buried inside her. “Was it too painful? Are you sore?”

“Dove’s already eased the pain, although there might be a little blood. It’s hard to tell because my thighs are slicker than shit from my pussy juices.”

“Two dollars in the swear bear, Sunshine,” I teased her as my dick twitched at her words. “Although you probably cussed a lot more and I was too distracted to notice.”

“Speaking of cussing, who would have thought that Tyler James, who rarely lets a profane word cross his lips, would be turned on by dirty talk?” She skimmed her fingers over my chest and down to circle the tight beads of my nipples.

“How about I clean you up now, you filthy girl? Hmm? Want to soak in a bath until you’re ready for round two?”

“I’m ready now. How about you, baby? Is there anything I can do to help you get hard again?”

Without waiting for me to answer, she moved her hands to her own chest. As I watched, she cupped the swells of her breasts while swirling her thumbs around her nipples until they were taut peaks, then bucked her hips up, gyrating into me.

“Do you want to fuck my tits next, Ty? You can lube me up, and I’ll push them together, and you can slide between them while I raise my head and suck your tip like a lollipop—”

“That’ll do it,” I growled as I turned to solid steel inside her.

My hips began to move again, my thrusts slow and gentle, and she met every one, our bodies moving in sync as we built a steady rhythm.

I was fascinated by the sight of my mate beneath me, her hair spilling across the pillows, her lips curling into an ‘o,’ her breasts bouncing. Unable to leave them alone, I leaned down and kissed and sucked all over them, leaving little marks everywhere as she writhed under me, pleading and crying out my name.

I picked up the pace until I was hammering into her. Her scent, the mate sparks, and the incredible sensation of her clinging to me like a moist velvet glove all spiraled toward another orgasm—and I was determined she would come with me again.

Reaching between us, my fingers found her swollen pearl and rubbed it in time with our hips. She cried out, her back arching and her walls tightening around me, and I groaned, getting closer to coming the harder she tugged on me. Then her breath hitched and her body went rigid, and two more thrusts helped her finish. I followed soon after, my own release crashing over me as I filled her to overflowing.

When I could breathe again and see without white sparks, I eased down on her, supporting my weight on my elbows as our sticky bodies pressed together.

“I have no words for that,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in my sweaty hair.

I hummed my agreement, placing kisses along her collar bone, then up her neck and left a final kiss on her lips before pulling out of her and rolling us onto our sides.

It was as if the world had paused, leaving the night as a secret known only to us. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the steady beat of her heart against my chest, and knew I’d never call any other place home.

“I think,” she had to pause as a yawn nearly split her face in two, “we need to do this at least a few more times tonight to qualify as rabbits.”

“AndIthink someone could use a nice bath while I strip and remake the bed. Then, maybe after a little nap, I reckon we could try to put rabbits to shame.”

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