Page 32 of Beta and the Beast
"Stay."
So I stay. Romulus rubs his hand between my legs again, making me twitch with anticipation of a repeat orgasm, but he just rubs it against me until he's content and sets about rubbing his hand all over himself like he's applying lotion except it isn't lotion it's my pheromones that are much weaker than an omega's.
"Alpha?"
Romulus perks up when he hears it, and it would be cute if not for the fact that he's currently rubbing his fingers against his neck like a madman. "Hm?"
"What are you doing?" I ask, chuckling when he holds me so tight my words get drowned in his sweater.
I'm content and happy to be pressed against him. It'll end at some point, but I'm pleased to share his warmth and surround myself with his pepperminty smell as long as I can.
"Well, I can't very well rub myself against your cunt, so this is the next best thing," he says it all so seriously it's hard not to laugh. He glares down at me, pinching the back of my neck and forcing my gaze up to his. "If you want this over with faster, I can always slip my fingers inside you."
My toes curl at the idea of that, and his nostrils flare. He's scenting me, and I should be mortified. I will be mortified once the high of this orgasm fades away, and I'm left alone to wallow in how I just acted. But that time is not right now.
No, right now, I get to savor being in Romulus's arms, feeling his safety, letting his scent fill me even though I never thought I'd appreciate an alpha's scent. No, I never thought I'd enjoy being near an alpha. Strangely, my opinions on that have done a one-eighty since meeting Henry.
Romulus stares at me a moment longer, his intense gaze softening as he stares at the soft part of my lips. He's going to kiss me, and that makes more butterflies erupt in my stomach than when he was letting me grind against his hand. He leans down, lower, lower, and just as our lips are about to touch, a loud bang on my front door interrupts our intimate moment.
There's a second knock as Romulus's lips pull back in a snarl. I try to keep him with me, try to keep my body pressed to his so he doesn't leave me, not yet. I want to pretend for a little bit longer. His gaze is hard and angry on the door, though. Because he's so much stronger than me, he pries me off of him and tucks me behind him before heading for the door.
A growl I've heard a million times growing up rumbles through from the other side, and I let out a pitiful little huff as Romulus swings the door open, his growl meeting Fenrir's loud and unyielding. I don't know if my brother's about to do something stupid for my honor or some shit. Before either of them can decide if they're going to swing on the other, I need to get between them.
"Fucking Fenrir," I mutter before wiggling in front of Romulus and hoping that I don't look like I just had an orgasm. In as polite a voice as I can muster, which isn't very polite, I ask, "What are you doing here?"
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Henry
We're fine. He won't hurt his sister.
I'd like to think Romulus is right, but he still hasn't given me back control of our body, which means he also believes there's a chance we're about to have to fight. We haven't gotten into a fight since we were twenty-three, and I'm too grown to be getting in one now.
"What are you doing here?" Sarah asks Fenrir.
She's standing with her hands on her hips, her cheeks still flushed from our time together, and her scent lingering in the air. It's not as potent as an omega's, but we did our best to turn her on.
Romulus and I fought the whole way over to her apartment about how he couldn't just pin her down and bite her neck. Iguess neither of us realized how angry we sounded to our sweet little beta.
She called us, terrified that a rabid alpha was outside her door. Hearing her say her alpha was on his way back was music to my ears because I'm a rational man and knew she was talking about us. Romulus wanted to throw more of a fit because he thought there was another alpha Sarah was entertaining. As if our girl, who barely wants to admit that she might have a thing for us, would ever willingly go and find a second alpha to pursue her.
Her scent was intoxicating when she opened the door, and her embarrassment was evident on her red-stained cheeks. I told Romulus to be gentle with her and reminded him that she was still a beta and might not be interested in how he likes to play. My warnings weren't needed. No, it turns out our beta wants someone who will growl at her, demand her submission, and say filthy, supportive things to her while she's chasing her pleasure.
Yes, me, she wants me.
I huff in our shared mind, trying to stay focused on what's happening because Romulus is inching closer to Sarah's backside as discreetly as he can so he can press our cock into the slope of her ass. It won't help the situation if all he can think about is doing more with Sarah. Then again, he's only like half a beast, a lover more than anything else.
"Pretty sure I'm a fully grown woman, Fen," Sarah responds to something Fenrir said, but we're too busy staring down at her, admiring the pretty slope of her neck, the over plushness of her bottom lip, the way her shirt is low cut enough that Romulus is making us look like a creep.
"If you try to dictate what or who I do, it's going to ruin our relationship."
Okay, that catches our attention because if we're talking about Sarah doing anyone, it's going to be Romulus or me.
It's going to be me.Romulus laughs at me as he says it because he's not wrong that it will be him for as long as she allows it to be. He's insatiable in that way, but he'll let me out once he's decided she's never going to forget who owns her pussy.
"Hey, I need to talk to Fen for a bit." Sarah turns around, her body so close that her breasts are pressed against us, and it snaps our attention fully to the present. "Would you mind going to your apartment? Don't do anything stupid, okay?"
"I'm a smart beast," Romulus purrs at her. "Even smarter if it gives me more time with you."
