Page 48 of Beta and the Beast
"You can keep staring if you want, little beta. It's yours to satisfy now," Romulus purrs as my eyes drop back down to where he's thick and hard.
"How?" I ask. It's a single word, but Romulus knows well enough what I'm asking about.
He lifts his leg, placing his knee on the edge of the bed, waiting for me to say something. When I don't, he crawls further up. I don't think or move. I just watch him to see what he plans on doing.
"We'll make it fit," Romulus tells me, an easy cockiness in his words as he places the softest touch on my ankle, almost like he thinks I'm a skittish animal that might take off at any moment. Who knows, maybe I am. His fingers trail higher up my denim-covered legs until he's knelt above me. "Can you get undressed for me, or do I need to strip these off you?"
My bottom lip shakes when I open my mouth to respond, so instead of trying to find any words, I slip my hands down my body to grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off. Romulus purrs low and hard when I'm in nothing but my bra and pants, and I like the sound, so I keep stripping, hoping he'll keep giving it to me. My jeans are difficult to get off since I'm still lying in bed, but Romulus helps me, being as gentle as he said he would be. I'm not sure I like him this gentle. I want the beast who pinned me to the counter and who talked me through coming on his hand.
"More," I whisper, hoping he knows what I mean because this is all so overwhelming, and I can't help but be a little frightened when his cock is still out, looking monstrous and like it's eager to stretch me past my limits.
"More," Romulus purrs, his fingers gliding down my chest to the swell of my breasts. They travel further, tickling me accidentally over my abdomen before skating across the edges of my panties. "I can be a lot even for omegas, Sarah. I don't want to scare you with my need."
"You won't," I rush to tell him, though I'm not entirely sure that's true.
What I do know is true is that Romulus is being soft and sweet to me, and that goes against so many of his instincts as a beast. He's willing to sacrifice what he needs to be happy for me, but he doesn't have to, at least not preemptively. When he huffs at my answer, continuing his gentle touches, I do something that might be a little petty.
"I didn't mate a beta, Romulus," I tell him, a thrill of anticipation running down my spine when his eyes snap up to mine, and he pulls his teeth back in a snarl. I keep my gaze on him as I slowly tilt my head to the side, offering him my neck, even though it's covered in bandages. "I mated a beast, alpha."
Romulus closes his eyes as his nostrils flare. I'm sure I'm attempting to perfume, as he likes to call it, but that's not what has him so worried. No, he thinks he'll do something that makes me regret our mating. It's not possible, not after I thought he only wanted me for fun, and I had to work not to get my feelings hurt because I wanted more. If anything, he'll give me exactly what I want, and I'll need him so much that he gets annoyed with me.
"Fine," Romulus snarls, his fingers twisting in my panties as he yanks them down my thighs. "You want me?"
"Yes," I moan as he tugs my underwear off, lifting them to his nose and inhaling. "Please, I want my mate." That one word affects Romulus so much more than any others.
His composure is gone, and his will to be sweet and gentle along with it. His eyes glow something fierce as he flips me onto my stomach and unclasps my bra.
"I need you wet," he growls as he pulls my hips up and spreads my legs wide. He's right behind me, kneeling between my legs. I try to shift around so I can see what he's doing, but his hand comes down hard on my ass cheek. "Still."
I wiggle as the sting of his spank turns into a dull ache that warms and travels straight to my core. He inhales deeply, thesound close to my pussy, and it has me tensing at how close he is. He slaps my ass again, pleasure blooming as the pain subsides, and he inhales again.
"You like being spanked, little beta." It's not a question, but I moan my affirmation anyway. "You'll like this even more," he says before his thumb finds my clit and strokes it softly. Once, twice, I grind my hips into him, trying to get more friction, and am only met with him pulling his hand away to spank me twice more.
"I said to be still, beta," Romulus growls, his mouth wrapping around the burning flesh on my backside. He bites down hard enough to have me yelping, but he doesn't break skin. It's nothing like the claiming bite. No, this is a playful nip. "You want me, you'll have me, but you will do as I say."
"If I don't?" I ask, feeling the need to be a little bratty just because I know Romulus likes me, because I don't immediately do what he tells me to. I don't have to follow his commands and don't turn into a puddle of goo when he purrs. Do I want to be good for him in the bedroom? Oh yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't tease him a little, too.
"You will," Romulus tells me, lifting from where he's behind me so he can wrap an arm around my waist, and begins rubbing against my core and clit in soft rhythmic strokes that have me wiggling against him no matter how much I try not to.
He gets me right to the edge of pleasure, right to the point where I feel like I'm going to break, and then he pulls his hand away. The sound that escapes me is pathetic and whiny.
Romulus chuckles as he leans over me, helping to get my bra the rest of the way off before pressing my shoulder blades until I'm lying with my face turned against the mattress, my back arched, and everything on display for him. Not that he leans back to admire me again. No, he presses his body against mine, his legs pushing mine further apart as his hands make a homein my hair and on my hip as he drags his cock through my folds, wetting himself in my arousal. I don't produce nearly enough. At least I don't produce as much as an omega, and it has me worried about how we're going to make this work. I start to shake, not in anticipation but in worry that I won't be enough.
"Shh." Romulus's purr starts again, the sound of it hard and all-consuming where he's pressed against me. "Why is my beta scared now? I have you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
He pairs his words with more lazy thrusts between my thighs, driving me back up to that peak of pleasure with each pass of his head over the sensitive nerves in my clit. His hand in my hair softens as he trails his finger through my hair in what's meant to be soothing touches.
"What if I can't?" I ask, tears starting to burn my eyes as I think about how I might not be able to satisfy him. How he mated me before we even tried, and he's going to be disappointed and regret biting me.
"You can," Romulus tells me, sounding so sure.
I open my mouth to argue some more, but Romulus reaches to the side of the bed, pulling open a drawer in the nightstand to grab something, and my attention snags on it. A little bottle of lube that he must've gotten in case we needed it. A part of me is upset that I can't be what he needs on my own, and the other part of me is rejoicing because I don't need to do it all on my own. There's lube and toys, and we can make this work.
"Tell me you can, beta," Romulus growls as he pulls away from me enough to wrap his hand around his cock and slick it up.
"I can," I whisper, not believing it as much as I should, but believing it more than I did just a moment ago.
"You can what? Tell me." Romulus adds a little bit of his alpha bark to his command, something I don't have to followbecause my biology doesn't demand I submit to him. No, it's just my pussy that demands that.
