Page 15 of Beta and the Beast
"She's a strong-willed woman," Sam tells us, spinning his keys around his pointer finger. "Just remember that. You can't break her."
"No plans on breaking her," Romulus says, his snarl fading. He shakes his head. "No breaking."
Sam gives us a final nod before hopping into his car. As he's driving away, we help Gabe pack everything up in the work truck. He's on edge since Romulus is still out. Romulus is only out because he doesn't want us to go home tonight.
"I hope you and the little beta enjoy one another," Romulus says, trying to be polite to our cousin as he hops in the work truck.
Gabe gives him a confused look before replying. "Hazel?"
"Sure, yes, the other beta." Romulus flutters his hand in the air like it isn't important. Gabe bites back his smile beforegiving Romulus some much-needed advice since he's so keen on trying to impress a beta.
"You should call your beta's friends by their names, Romulus. They like it when you care about who they care about."
"I care about my little beta, no one else."
"Mhm, well, she's going to think you're an ass." Gabe closes the truck door before Romulus can lunge for him. He throws his head back and laughs as Romulus snarls at him through the window.
"I'm just helping you out!" Gabe shouts through the glass. There's no way he's rolling it down when Romulus could lunge for him again. "Take my advice or don't. I'm just trying to help you impress a woman."
Romulus snarls at him again and doesn't stop until Gabe pulls away from the shops, his laugh still ringing in our ears as we watch him drive down the street. Romulus watches the road with narrowed eyes until the truck disappears. Then, he's running to the back alley, opening the locked gate with our key, and settling on the floor of the empty apartment above the bakery. Sarah will have to come home eventually, and he's willing to wait for her all night if he needs to.
7
Sarah
I'm already regretting my decision to bring a guy back to my apartment. It's not even Trace's fault. He was a nice guy, bought me a drink, asked questions about me, and didn't give me the creeps. He even kept his hands in appropriate places when we danced. It made sense for him to be the one I brought back to my place.
I'm not drunk by any stretch. I was sipping on a club soda and lime until I found someone who might be interested in a night of fun. Trace only had one beer, too, at least while he was talking to me.
"Okay, it might be kind of messy," I tell him as we climb the stairs in the back alley to my apartment.
I don't like how I can smell hints of Henry and Romulus from the bakery next door. I thought the new filtration system wouldwork better than this, but the closer I get to my apartment, the more peppermint I smell.
"I had a new filtration system put in this evening, and who knows how my brother left the place."
Trace's brows pull together as his nostrils flare. Okay, so it's not just my hypersensitivity to Henry's scent. There's a lot out here. Trace wrinkles his nose before placing his hand on the small of my back, getting closer to me.
"I thought you said this was a beta-only unit?" He keeps his body close to mine, his eyes scanning around the small landing I share with the vacant apartment next door.
"It is. There must have been a mistake with the ventilators that were installed earlier. An alpha is opening a bakery below. That's him you're smelling." I keep my voice even, trying not to make it obvious that it's an alpha who also might be obsessed with me. That won't make Trace feel any better about this situation. If anything, he'll leave me high and dry, and I really don't want that now.
It has to be the scent in the air, but moisture is pooling in my panties, and I'm aching for someone to fill me like never before. If the filtration system doesn't get fixed soon, I might die of overt horniness.
"I don't think tonight's a good night," Trace says. He's still close to me, looking around like he might be able to stop the perceived threat he thinks is near.
I whimper at the idea of being left alone without anyone to help me deal with this burning need inside of me as I grind my backside into him, trying to get him back to being all in like he was the whole ride over here. He was talking a big game, too. Usually, I stay away from betas who talk about wanting to give it rough because most of them just wish they were alphas and end up being disrespectful. Trace seemed like a decent enough guy,though, and I need someone to pin me down and fuck me hard right now.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" I ask, turning my head just enough to flutter my eyelashes at him.
His lids grow heavy as lust reinvigorates him. I could squeal with how into it he seems to be, but then I turn the key in the lock, and my front door swings open. Peppermint, so abrasive and obscene, rushes out, coating us in Henry's pheromones. It's heavy in the air and doing terrible, wicked, bad things to me. I mewl like an omega in heat as I arch my back to wiggle my butt against Trace's groin. He staggers back, though, coughing, his eyes going wide. He might be hard, but he's also terrified.
"Fuck me. Are you trying to get me killed?" He stumbles backward even more, one of his hands reaching out for the handrail of the stairs before descending them slowly. "Tell your alpha I didn't know you were claimed. Fuck." His eyes dart around like an alpha's going to come out of nowhere and beat him up.
"He's not my alpha," I whine, my voice so much more needy than is socially respectable. "He's the idiot next door running me out of business."
"Okay, yeah, whatever." Trace makes it to the bottom of the stairs, not even offering me a goodbye before he sprints down the alley and back to where we parked his car in front of the shop. I stare wide-eyed at the empty staircase until I hear his car start up and drive away.
I let out an unflattering wailing sound before kicking at the ground like a child not getting her way. I just wanted to get laid. Was that too much to ask for? Now, I'm alone in my apartment that smells so strongly of Henry and Romulus that it has my pussy throbbing.
