Page 53 of Beta and the Beast
He wants me to submit and do what he says, and in moments like these, moments between the two of us, where I know he'll make me feel so good for doing what he wants? It's so easy to comply. I tug his zipper down, then tug his pants and boxer briefs low enough that I can get him out, and wow, yeah, I don't know how it looks so much bigger, but it really does when it's right here in front of my face.
"I'm never going to get over how you look at my cock, Sarah," Romulus tells me, the words jolting me out of my stupor as I wrap a hand around him, stroking it down the velvety skin and leaning closer, sticking my tongue out and giving it the quickest of flicks.
"Kiss my cock, beta," Romulus growls, his forearms hitting the door behind me as he leans his head against it, staring down at me where he has me nice and secure.
I bite my lower lip as I lean in, my eyes on his the entire time. I kiss him slow and clean at first. A simple peck right to the tip, where he's already leaking for me. And then I deepen it, my mouth opening, wrapping around him a little, my tongue stroking his sensitive flesh. I move my mouth to a new spot, repeat the process, and then drag my tongue to the base, where his skin is rougher, where his knot will grow.
"Now suck. I want to feel how good your mouth feels before I take you to the bedroom and rut you like you need."
I whimper, licking my lips in anticipation of my alpha, my mate. God, he's so fucking handsome, especially from this angle, looking down at me, muscles flexed as I slowly wrap my lips around him, stretching my mouth wide because why does he have to be so big?
He growls, the sound vibrating through his body so much I can feel it through his cock. He's still, though. As much as he might want to thrust inside me, as much as I wouldn't be able to do anything to stop him since my head is butted up against the door, he stays stock still, letting me take him as slow as I need to, swirling my tongue over the tip, smiling to myself when he groans or his abs flex. His fist hits the door in a soft thunk as my tongue glides across the ridge of his head.
"Going to kill me, beta," he growls, stepping away from me.
His cock pops out of my mouth, much to my disappointment. I crawl after him, just a couple of scoots of my knees, and wrap my fingers around the base, angling him to slide into my mouth again. He moans a deep, guttural sound that has me clenching my thighs.
"Need you in bed," he tells me, but his hand moves to the back of my head, supporting me, urging me to take more of him, but not demanding. I take him deeper, deeper until he hits my gag reflex, and when it happens, he isn't disappointed. No, if anything, he makes a desperate little whining sound in the back of his throat, which I know Romulus will deny if I bring it up.
"Bed beta." Romulus uses his grip in my hair to pull me off him despite my grumbling about not being done. "I want to spill inside you, not waste it in your mouth."
"Then let Henry out. I'm sure he won't care about letting me swallow," I tease.
I expect Romulus to get all possessive about it, to growl at me and remind me that he's my alpha, but he doesn't. No, he stares down at me with his fingers tight in my hair. He and Henry must decide something because Henry's dark eyes stare down at me the next time I blink.
"I'd rather come on your face," he says, the words too dirty for someone staring at me through crooked glasses.
I don't get a chance to tease him about that because he's tugging me back onto his cock, his hand just as undemanding in my hair once I set the pace.
"I'm going to be honest with you, baby. I'm not lasting long."
I hum an appreciative sound at the pet name and how the lines in his face tighten as I swirl my tongue around his head again. When I take him deep, I hit my gag reflex, wait for it to pass, eyes wide as I keep them on him, and I swallow. When he feels the muscles of my throat tighten, I can see his soul leaving his body.
"I'm going…" His finger tense in my hair, but I push against it, hollowing my cheeks as I give him one good last final suck, and with my hands around his base, I squeeze the knot that's formed. "Fuck, baby."
I pop him out of my mouth as the first string of come splashes against my cheek. I aim him as best I can, closing my eyes because I'm not trying to get hit in the eye with his release. My mouth is open, accepting whatever manages to find its way there. Henry helps me out, one hand staying in my hair, tilting my head just right, his other around where I have his knot squeezed tight. He helps to aim, and I feel it hit my lips, a string across my lashes, and down my cheek. Pulse after pulse, he lets it coat my face. Some of it lands in my mouth, and I swallow it greedily. The peppermint of his scent is evident in his taste as well. When he stops, he's panting hard above me, his hand still clamped around mine, not wanting me to release his knot that's still swollen and sensitive.
"Beautiful," Henry tells me, his other hand slowly releasing my head and his fingers wiping away the strings of come from my face. He wipes my eyes first, getting as much as he can, and then places two fingers against my tongue. "Suck, baby."
And I do.
We repeat the process for as much of it as he can get with just his hands. My eyes stay closed as I trust him to take care of me,my hands still squeezing his knot even though he's released his hold on them.
"I'm going to get a washcloth," he tells me, but when he doesn't move, I tilt my head, still keeping my eyes closed. He laughs, his fingers gently prying my hands off his knot. I flush in embarrassment, but then his lips are on mine, not caring about the taste of himself on me.
"Such a sweet beta," he whispers against my lips, making my pulse flutter. "I'll be right back."
When he returns, he wipes my face with the warm, wet washcloth, taking care around my eyes. He's tender about the whole thing, which is funny considering what we just did. But then again, Henry's always doted on me, even when I was a little difficult for him.
"Let me see your eyes," Romulus purrs now that Henry's fun is over. I blink a few times to adjust to them being open. "Is that what you wanted?" he asks like he's grumpy that he had to sit inside their mind while Henry and I had a good time.
"That was exactly what I wanted," I tell him, my voice a little breathy. "But now I'm ready for my alpha to make me come."
He perks up at that, almost comically so. "I can do that."
I think that means we're going to the bedroom or somewhere that's not right next to the front door. Instead, Romulus strips from his clothing before I have a chance to catch my breath, and then he's on top of me, tossing my shirt in one direction and my jeans in another. My panties end up balled in his fist. Because he's the beast he is, he inhales their scent like it's the only thing he's living for. I giggle and hit his chest, earning me a wicked growl as he flips me onto my stomach.
I let out a peal of laughter as I get up on my hands and knees, crawling away from him, looking at him over my shoulder to see him watching me like a predator might watch its prey. I shakemy ass at him, enticing him to come chase, but he sits back on his heels, watching me.
