Page 9 of Beta and the Beast
Do it. She's worth it. Run inside, lock us in, mate her, claim her, bite her.
"I'd offer to help with the dishes, but I think Lucas and I should get going," I say through gritted teeth as Romulus thinks more and more about how good Sarah will look when our teeth mark her neck.
I'm going to bite her so high. No covering it. No denying she's a special little beta.
Fenrir snarls again, his lips pulling back, his nose scrunching. If not for his omega running her hands over his arm, over his chest, he'd be on me already. Stupid Romulus and his stupid, lousy decision-making skills.
I have to work next door to Sarah for the foreseeable future—at least I do if Sam doesn't decide he no longer wants me as his business partner. Technically, I own fifty percent of the Young Alpha Center, but if Sam wants me to remove myself from the bakery, I will. I wouldn't give up on all of it, though. No, I believe in this too much. I believe in the good we can do for these young alphas and for everyone they come into contact with.
"I'll see you out," Sam says. He doesn't look like he wants to murder me, but he doesn't look like he's happy with me, either. I can't say I blame him. Most alphas who show interest in a beta do it for the short term. A beast interested in a beta is usually only interested in one thing.
Actually, I don't think I've ever known a beast to care about fucking anything that wasn't an omega, but then again, I only know Romulus and Remus. I kind of know Fenrir now, but I'm not about to ask him if he's ever been interested in a beta. He'dbe likely to rip my throat out, and Sarah isn't out here to protect me.
Lucas gives me an annoying smirk because he knows how badly Romulus and I have stepped in it now by wanting to get involved with a beta with two alpha brothers. One of which has a beast, and the other is my business partner. Nothing good comes of Romulus's newfound infatuation with Sarah, nothing good at all.
Sam doesn't say anything as we round the back of the house and go through the side gate to the front yard and driveway. No, he waits until we get to the car, and Lucas slides into the driver's side before clearing his throat.
"What's going on?" Sam's question is attempting not to be demanding, but his growl raises Romulus's hackles. Not enough to fight him. It would take a lot more than that to get Romulus to want to fight anyone, but it's enough for a warning growl to bubble up.
We're still technically higher in the hierarchy of things than Sam is, but that doesn't mean we want to make him submit. Honestly, it only strains our relationship more if we start demanding he treat us a certain way. It's how I keep the growl from growing loud in my chest.
"Nothing's going on," I say, my voice a little rougher than I want it to be, but there's no bark in it and no growl, so I'll count it as a win. "At least nothing has or will happen."
Sam glowers at me but manages to keep his displeasure in a form other than a growl. His arms fold over his chest as he scans me up and down, sizing me up. I keep my hands loose by my sides and try not to look like a threat. I'm in a sweater, which should help with the non-threatening aspect. He finishes his study before frowning harder.
"Sarah does whatever she wants. There's nothing Scott or I or any other alpha can do to stop her." Sam's eyes narrow a fraction further. "That won't change."
His jaw ticks back and forth, and I think he has more to say, but he just stares at me, almost daring me to contradict his words.
No arguments from me. I like the little beta being feisty. Gives me a reason to tame her. Soften her barbs with my tongue and my cock.
I groan at the appeal of Sarah mouthing off to us, not submitting to us, so we can enjoy making her do those things. It's not something we need to think about, especially when Sam is still staring at us and waiting for some kind of answer.
"We have no reason to stop her from being herself," I tell him. "Neither of us does. I promise you, we don't want to squash who she is. If anything, it's what's drawn Romulus to her."
Sam's lips press into a hard line at the admission that Romulus wants her. I'm sure having that suspicion confirmed won't do any good to help alleviate his fears.
"I have control over my beast," I tell him, leveling him with a sincere look. I need him to remember I'm still the same man he interviewed multiple times, the same person he's had dinners with and stayed the night at my old house before Lucas and I moved here. He knows me, and he knows Romulus. Just because Romulus is interested in his sister doesn't mean we've changed.
"I'm sure you do," Sam mutters before shaking his head. "Sarah's never shown any interest in alphas. I doubt you'll be the one to change her mind."
Romulus comes out before I can stop him, all teeth bared, snarling loudly in the air.
"Calm down," Sam says. "I'm not saying you can't attempt to date her. I'm saying that when she denies your advances, you continue working with me like nothing happened."
"And if she doesn't deny me?" Romulus asks.
Sam laughs, a small chuckle at first before it grows at how ridiculous he thinks Romulus's question is. It would make him more upset if his laugh weren't so genuine. It makes Romulus want to shrink back inside of me in embarrassment.
"If she doesn't reject you, then we all know hell has frozen over." Sam wipes at his eyes to make the laugh that much more of a jab at us. It works, though. Romulus is tucked back into our mind, sulking, while I'm left to say goodbye to Sam after all of that laughing at our predicament.
"Nothing changes if she rejects him," I tell Sam, rubbing the back of my neck. It's burning up, so I'm sure my face is scarlet.
"And when she rejects you?"
I have to bite back my growl at that question. This whole time, I've been fine with pinning all the blame of our infatuation on Romulus. I don't want anyone to think I might be just as rattled by the little beta, even if I am.
"Nothing changes," I say through gritted teeth.
