Page 31 of Beta and the Beast
"Little beta, do you want to be my omega?" he taunts.
His pheromones bloom off him, filling my nostrils with peppermint and making my mouth water. I let my eyes close. My lips part as I enjoy being here, the object of Romulus's affection.
I'm assuming this is what he and Henry were arguing about on my porch and why they were growling up a storm. Romulus is done waiting to sleep with me. Even if I wanted to stop myself, which I don't, I don't know if I could. Yes, this is a bad idea, and it might make me want him even more if the sex is as good as I'm almost positive it's going to be. But it's a risk I'm willing to take.
A one-night stand with a beast? Hazel would be proud of me. Not to mention, Romulus can get me out of his system and hopefully move on so I can go back to my normal life.
"Answer me, beta," he growls as he trails his nose against mine before nipping at my jaw. The shock of his nearness has my eyes shooting open and my whole body trembling. "Do you want to be my omega?"
"I can't—"
"Not the question." Romulus moves the hand on my hip to my thigh and urges me to spread my legs for him.
"I'm not—"
Romulus growls loudly, shaking my bones as he keeps pushing my legs further and further apart. Well, he's nudging my leg, and I'm doing what he wants. If he wanted to be in charge, he'd have to let go of my throat, and I don't want that yet. He knows it, too.
"Answer my fucking question, Sarah, or we can go back to my questions about why you rubbed your needylittle cunt all over my brother's pillow. Maybe I need a demonstration of how you did it." Romulus's gaze turns fiery as he says it, and I realize it's not an empty threat. Even worse, it has my lower abdomen warming and my core pulsing in anticipation. Romulus chuckles before nipping my jaw again. "Dirty girl."
"Romulus," I whimper, pushing or maybe pulling him closer to me. I don't know. There are a lot of things happening right now, feelings I've never felt, and I don't need to explore them for the first time before we've even discussed what we're doing.
We're both attracted to each other, and this is just a fling for him since I can't give him everything he needs. But one of us needs to set clear-cut expectations so we don't get hurt in the end. So I don't get hurt in the end.
"Alpha," he snaps, his teeth close to my lips. "You call me alpha."
Coming from anyone else, his commanding growl would have me gagging and rolling my eyes. But it doesn't because it's him, and the sheer dominance that rolls off him has my worries easing. I can worry about how bad this is all going to end later. Right now, I need him too much.
"I thought it was your room."
Romulus's growl sputters out, replaced with an even better sound, the low rumbling of his purr. A sigh of pure pleasure slips from my lips, knowing he's pleased with my answer.
"Was it enough?" Romulus asks me, his hand on my thigh traveling higher and higher until he's rubbing soft lines between my legs against the seam of my jeans. "Was making yourself come enough for this sweet girl, or do you need your alpha here to satisfy you?"
"Please," I plead with Romulus, and his brows shoot up as a wicked smile spreads across his lips.
"Please satisfy you?" he taunts. "Please help this desperate beta cunt find the relief it needs?"
I whimper at the tease in his words, but I feel my panties getting wetter, my nipples stiffening against the fabric of my bra. I like Romulus teasing me. He's not cruel like some alphas can be. I don't know if I'd like him to be mean while I'm this vulnerable. Teasing, yes, please.
"I'm not an aggressive beast. I won't fight another alpha for you, but I will make you come as often as you need." He nips at my jaw again. "As often as I want." A press of his lips against the hinge of my jaw just below my ear. "And I won't be satisfied with just touching for long."
"Alpha," I moan, my thighs shaking at the need inside of me. He's being too gentle with his touch, too sweet compared to the filthy things he's telling me.
"Oh, look at you," Romulus purrs as he lowers his lips to the line of my jaw and kisses a trail to my ear. "So beautiful when you're on the edge. Do you need to come?"
"Yes, please." I tremble in his hold when he presses his palm between my legs, giving me that pressure I need. I grind into his hand, chasing the pleasure bubbling up inside of me.
"There you go," Romulus purrs. He moves his hand from around my neck to the back and tucks me up tight to his chest. His lips press into the crown of my head as I work my hips to grind myself into him. "Take what you need from your alpha."
I whimper as the first wave of my orgasm crashes into me. My legs wobble, and I wrap my hands around Romulums's back and hold onto him, my nails pressing hard into his mint sweater. He doesn't move his hand and doesn't help me through my orgasm. No, he's solid and sturdy and here for me to use.
"Keep grinding those hips into me, baby," Romulus prompts, his voice distorted even more with his need. "You're not done, keep going."
"Please," I moan into his sweater, turning my face into his chest and crying out as I reach my climax. I want to scream his name, but the walls of these apartments are thin. If anyone's out in the alleyway, I don't need them hearing me. Romulus doesn't seem to mind the muffled sounds of my pleasure as my hips jerk in uneven movements, trying to take as much as I can.
"There's my soft little beta," Romulus rumbles in a tone that makes me think he's praising me as my orgasm starts to fade. "You sound so pretty when you come."
I whimper as he lowers his hand and then uses it to push back some of the hair that's fallen out of his bun. I try to step away from him, but his other hand keeps me in place, my face still pressed into his chest.
