Page 13 of Defiant Beta

“Messy?” I suggest.

“Disruptive.” Her expression is severe.

In the back row, Tali whispers, “They ran out of rooms in the heat pods. One of the omegas triggered an alpha teacher, and he chased her into?—”

“Miss Khori,” Ms. Arkwright cuts in.

“Sorry, Ms. Arkwright,” Tali apologizes.

I make a mental note to ask her to finish that story later.

“We will watch a performance on screen. No scents to trigger any excitement.” She walks to the door, holds it open, and a big guy with tan skin, muscles straining the thin sleeves of his T-shirt, a heavy beard, and gray eyes wheels in a big TV on wheels. I’ve seen him cheerfully raking leaves and trimming bushes on the school grounds.

He’s more distracting than the TV, and from the sparkle in his eyes, he knows it.

Miss. Arkwright picks up the remote control and turns on the TV.

A willowy blond woman shrugs an almost translucent robe off her shoulders and lies back on a mountain of cushions. A large, dark-haired man with rippling muscles makes an appreciative sound as he follows her down.

Both are a little older than the students in the room, around mid-twenties. This must not be the first time they’ve performed for a camera, because they get right to the point.

Within seconds, the sound of moaning and begging fills the room. There’s a whole heap of thrusting, panting, and soaked sheets from the slick and cum that magically appears out of nowhere.

I’m not shy about sex. I’ve had it. It was fine, and that was that. A one-time experience I didn’t feel compelled to repeat.

Now I’m seeing the other side of the coin. Sex between an alpha and an omega is…

Intense.

I press my thighs together, and my stomach tightens.

I don’t know where to look when he puts her on her knees, grasps her hips, and pounds into her from behind.

Her moan is as desperate as it is wanton, and I’m not the only one fidgeting in my seat.

The gardener is intently observing the screen.

And his smell…

Salted caramel and pumpkin cheesecake, decadent, moreish, but probably very bad for you.

Between the big shoulders, the fierce stare, and that yummy scent, an alpha. Definitely.

A few of the girls have started eyeing him with interest. I’m not big on facial hair. At least, not the amount he’s rocking. It has always made my face itchy to even think about kissing a guy with a beard, but he’s not unattractive from the neck down, and his gray eyes are pretty.

“You can leave,” Ms. Arkwright snaps at him.

The gardener jerks his head to her. He salutes her before walking away, glancing back at the TV as the moaning reaches a fever pitch.

I bite off a laugh when he bumps into the doorway.

As he steps out, his eyes land on mine.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh grows louder. More urgent. So do the moans and heavy breathing.

Ms. Atkinson inserts herself between us as she closes the door in his face.

As she turns to me, I focus on the TV and the alpha fucking his omega.

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