Page 50 of Beta and the Beast
I can just make out his head tilted down, staring at where we're connected as he begins to pull out of me. My face burns, and I try to squeeze my legs back together.
Romulus growls a dangerous sound before swatting my backside. He doesn't use as much force as before, but it's enough to have me tensing and squeezing some of his come out. That seems to be what he wants because he ducks down and looks closer. I bury my face in my arms, too embarrassed at him being that close to me.
"You stretched nicely," Romulus says it like a compliment as he wipes some of his release on two fingers and pushes it back inside me. He gently prods, catching every wince or sharp inhale I make. When his nose nudges against my pussy I groan so loud it could compete with the sounds I made when he made me come.
"Romulus, please!" I whine.
He huffs out a laugh, the warmth of his breath tickling over my sensitive flesh. "You smell like mine, little beta. Excuse me for enjoying that."
"You can't just smell my pussy," I grumble, not daring to peek at him just to see what I'm sure is a smirk on his lips.
"Oh, I can, and I will," he tells me, making his point by burying his face between my legs and inhaling again. This time, when he pulls back, he licks a trail from the top of my center to my taint, and I wiggle in his hold even harder. "You are mine, beta."
"Okay, okay, I'm yours," I relent. "But will you come cuddle me now?"
There's a slight stutter in his purr, but it comes back just as strong.
"I get you for cuddles." Henry's voice is welcome even though he's about an inch from where I'm still dripping.
As if he didn't hear the whole conversation I just had with Romulus about smelling me, he presses his nose against my core and inhales, sending another wave of warmth over me. I let out a pathetic little squeal as he nudges against me with his nose, but unlike Romulus, he isn't holding me down, so I manage to crawl away from him.
"You two are unbelievable," I laugh, rolling onto my back.
"Sorry." Henry blushes as he crawls back over to me, this time lying on top of me but bracing himself so he doesn't smother me with his weight. "He was right that you smell like ours. It's nice."
I shake my head, a smile tugging at my lips. It might be weird. It might be something I never imagined happening. But it's perfect because it's Henry and Romulus. "Will you hold me?"
"Of course," Henry rumbles as he places a quick kiss against my lips.
Then he's rolling us onto our sides, spooning me and tucking me tight against his body. Nothing has ever felt more right than lying in bed with Henry. Nothing has ever felt more perfect.
21
Henry
Bury your face in her cunt.
Romulus is wide awake when my eyes flutter open. Of course, he is, and based on how tired our body feels, there's a good chance he was awake most of the night just staring at Sarah. I don't blame him.
After we finished last night and I held her for a bit, we took a shower together. One where I was a complete gentleman and only fondled her the entire time I was soaping her up. She commented on me having her favorite body wash, shampoo, conditioner, and her brand of razors. I had the honor of being on my knees when she brought it up and kissed her right between her legs as she listed off everything else I filled this apartment up with that I thought she might need, like, or want.
Romulus let me have control until I tasted her sweetness, and then he was out, pressing her back against the tile as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and devoured her like a starving man. He wasn't satisfied until she came on his face twice, and even then, he only relented because she was tugging on our hair too much.
"How late did we sleep in?" Sarah groans as she rolls over, her body arching as she stretches out.
"Not too late," I tell her, looking at the alarm clock on the side of the bed just long enough to catch the time before returning my gaze to her body as the covers slip lower. "It's only eight."
"That's late for me," she says with a smile when she looks at me. "Let me go brush my teeth, and we can figure out our plans for the day."
Plans for the day include: eating our mate's pussy and fucking our mate's pussy. All other plans can go fuck themselves.
While Romulus makes a great point, I don't voice it to our mate as she leaves the bed, wearing nothing except for a fresh bandage I put on her bite last night. I watch her ass swaying, knowing she's adding to it just to get us worked up, and it works. Romulus is in control as soon as she leaves our sight, stalking after her like a predator.
"Thank you for getting me a toothbrush," Sarah says as she starts brushing her teeth.
Romulus, who wants to drag her back to bed, huffs a little and grabs ours. Sarah applies our toothpaste, and we spend too long with this mundane task before she spits first, and we follow suit. Romulus doesn't let her rinse her mouth before grabbing her around the waist and carrying her back to the room.
"You're mine for the day, beta," he growls, loving how she opens her legs for him as he crawls between them.
