Page 113 of Defiant Beta

His eyes flick down, lingering on my mouth. “Maybe something else.”

A smile crosses my face as butterflies flutter in my stomach. “I walked right into that, huh?"

His gaze is warm with amusement. "Yup.”

My thoughts drift back to the motel room.

If he kisses me like he seems to want to, I would want more. On any other day, a kiss might be enough, but not today. Not after what I overheard in that motel.

“I’ll let you rest,” he says, eyes darkening as he straightens.

“Why would Vincent ask if I had a boyfriend?” I blurt out.

His lip quirks. “I would think that would be obvious, Della.”

“He likes me like a friend. The way you all do, right?” I don’t dare to think it's anything more than that.

“You’re too smart to be asking me a question that stupid.”

“Hey!” I snap, offended. Then I realize it was actually a compliment. “Oh. Thanks. I think.”

After a probing look, his expression shifts. “I’m going to do something. If you want me to stop, tell me or push me away. I’ll leave.”

My mouth is dry. “Okay.”

Slowly, inexorably, he draws my body toward his.

I feel his cock nudge my belly before our bodies are flush together. The breath catches in my throat. He’s hard. There’s no mistaking how hard he is through thin layers of cotton.

“You feel that?” he asks, eyes on me.

I gulp and nod.

“I’ve been like that since the motel. You know why?”

I shake my head.

“You. This is all because of you.” He urges me even closer, and at this point, breathing feels like a sport I never mastered. Idesperately need him to strip those pants away, shove me to the ground, and follow me down.

“What do you think they were doing in that motel room?” He cradles the nape of my neck. One finger brushes the tiny hairs there, making me shiver.

I shake my head, my mind slow and foggy. “I don’t understand.”

“Do you think he had her on her knees?”

The video from the academy inserts itself into my mind. The alpha putting his omega on her knees, clasping her hips, and pounding every inch of his cock inside her.

His head lowers, his mouth hovering an inch over mine. “Or do you think he was holding her thighs open? Face to face as he fucked her?”

I’m breathless, imagining it.

“He was holding her open. Face to face.” I’m not sure I’m still thinking of the couple from the motel room, or I’m telling Levi what I want him to do to me.

His kiss starts slow. A brush of firm lips against mine, the slight graze of his fingers along my hip. As he slants his head and steps into me, deepening the kiss, my brain twists.

I’m in a locked room, my back against the wall, trembling as I try desperately not to think about what that alpha did to me.

“Della?”