Page 65 of Beta and the Beast
Of course, when Romulus hears a challenge, he's not one to wait. I'm on my back, squealing as he buries his mouth against my neck, licking at his bite mark like he does all of the time now that it's healed.
"Five minutes?" he asks, making me work to figure out what he's talking about. It isn't until he thrusts into me, his cock not having a chance to soften, that I realize he's ready for more.
"I could probably be persuaded to rest for less time," I tell him, laughing a little when he lifts his head enough to glare at me, his golden eyes sparkling.
"And what does my little wife want?" he asks, his voice sounding too dangerous to be saying such sweet things that do wicked things to my body.
"Say it again," I tell him, mimicking the exact words he used all those months ago when I called him alpha for the first time. Oh, how far we've come since then.
"Wife," Romulus purrs, thrusting into me and making me forget all about needing time to rest.
27
Henry's Epilogue
Eight Years Later
"Iforgot my beer," I say, biting back my laugh when I walk into Janie and Sam's living room just to have Fenrir growling and snapping his teeth at me from where he's lying between Lilah's legs on the couch. I give them a quick nod and head for the kitchen, ignoring Fenrir's grumbling. Sarah warned me that Scott and Lilah were still in the house, but how was I supposed to know that meant they were getting it on in the living room?
"What'd you walk in on?" Lucas asks, shooting me a smirk that doesn't have the impact he wants it to, considering one of our nieces is in his lap, tying the hair he's finally let grow out into teeny tiny ponytails.
"Something he's not going to talk about in front of my daughters," Sam says just as I open my mouth to tell Lucas pretty much the same thing.
"Is Jace coming tonight?" Janie asks, touching my arm as she moves around me to set something on the table.
Tonight, we fit around the giant table we chipped in and bought Janie a couple of birthdays ago, but when there are more of us, we pull out the cheap folding tables and folding chairs. Sam already has a table leaning against the side of the house with a pile of chairs in case we need them.
"No, I don't remember what he's doing, but I think they were all going out." He still comes around often enough, and he helps us fill Janie and Sam's backyard on most Tuesdays.
"Where are the girls?" I turn to my brother, who lets Remus out to sniff at the air. He relaxes in his seat right as Fenrir and Lilah come out of the house. Lilah's lips are swollen, and Fenrir looks a little frumpled.
"I saved your spot!" Jasmine says, excited because even though I've tried to be a favorite uncle, she somehow likes Fenrir of all people over me.
By the time I take my spot to sit, Sarah's already filling her plate, earning her a soft rumbling growl from me.
"You were taking too long," she says, flicking her hair hard enough that a little bit of it whacks against my face.
But she's a good beta, sliding her plate over to me and letting me fill the rest of it. She doesn't even complain when I fill it up too much because she knows I like it when she gives me the rest. I never want her to be without. I'd much rather give her toomuch than not enough. Plus, I cooked about half the stuff on the table, so I can put as much as I want onto my mate's plate.
"And he's gone," Sam says with a smile, just in time for me to watch Lucas disappear around the corner of the house. "Will he be back to finish dinner tonight?"
"The girl's just got back," Janie says, as though that's answer enough, and it is. "We'll see them next week."
A loud growl sounds from the front of the house, heads turn downward, and necks get bared because Remus is a scary motherfucker when he's out, and somehow he's always out when he gets near–
"One day they're going to fight," Fenrir says, fishing out another piece of roast out of the crockpot reserved just for him before ripping off a mouthful and eating like a caveman.
Eating like he's free.
You're only saying that because you're just as messy.
Sarah doesn't mind.
Sarah does, in fact, mind. Our sweet little wife has told us multiple times that Romulus is a monster when he eats, that she has never seen anything so grotesque in her life, and has called him out on having no table manners. Does she do this because it's a thousand percent true? Yes. But, she'd be lying to us if she also didn't admit that she likes how Romulus will growl at her and ask her if she wants him to have manners before pulling her to the ground to have his way with her. Sometimes he has some courtesy and at least takes her to bed, but most of the time, when she starts poking fun at him for being feral, he likes reminding her that she likes him that way.
"Thank you, alpha," Sarah says just loud enough for Romulus and me to hear when I hand her the plate of food.
I stifle a groan because the woman knows how to get to us. She should be glad that we hand-fed her this afternoon during the slow period at the coffee shop, or she'd be hauled into ourlap while I found the best pieces of food to hand-deliver into her sweet little mouth.
