Page 64 of Beta and the Beast
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"Come on, beta, you can take me deeper than that," Henry's voice rumbles with his approval as I lower my hips, taking more of him.
It's not often that Romulus lets him out to enjoy being with me, but when he wants me to ride him? Romulus gives up the reins because the one time he tried to let me on top, he had me wrestled to the bed on my stomach before I could finish lubing him up.
"You're so big," I whine, throwing my head back, my curled hair falling down my back and over my exposed shoulders. Henry's hands move from my covered hips up to the corseted detailing of my wedding dress until he's tugging the scooped-out neckline to show off even more of my cleavage.
He's still in his suit, the jacket tossed onto the floor, and his white button-down opened to reveal his chest and abdomen. He barely managed to tug his pants down enough to get himself out before I was climbing on top of him, reminding him he promised this for my wedding present.
"I should've torn this off you," he growls as he tugs at my skirts, pulling them up higher so he can watch as I sink onto him.
I take him slowly, still needing to stretch myself on him. I don't realize his comment is more of a promise because the sound of ripping fabric has my eyes snapping open. Henry doesn't even look remorseful when he sees me glaring at him. No, he's proud and smug as he settles back against the bed, spreading the fabric of my dress away. He's torn a gap in it from the hem straight up the start of the corset detailing that begins at my navel, and now I just look obscene.
"Ride me, beta," Henry says, lifting his hips off the bed enough to get me back into motion. "This is what you wanted, right?"
"You know it is," I tell him, still pretending to be upset with him for ripping my pretty dress. It's not like I would've gotten any more use out of it since I only plan on marrying him once. "But did you have to tear my dress?"
"Yes," he deadpans, and then his lips curl in a smile. "We bought a second one, same as this one."
"You did?" I ask, my cheeks burning at the knowledge that he planned on ripping up my dress this whole time and had a second one ordered because he was going to ruin it.
Henry sits up on his forearms and pulls me into a kiss as I slide down his length even more. A moan of delight and pure pleasure fills his mouth as he kisses me.
"Of course we did," he tells me, holding me close as he watches my expression. "Romulus wants to chase you down in it and rip it up, too."
"You two are the worst," I groan, but there's no truth in my words.
Henry doesn't take them to heart, considering I'm picking up speed on riding him, grinding against him when I take him almost completely to get that sweet, sweet friction that I need to come. When his knot starts to swell, he'll start stimulating me with his hand since I won't be able to grind on him as efficiently, but until then, I enjoy the warm, wet friction as I take him.
"There's a good beta," he says, falling back down to the bed but leaving his hands to explore my body, spreading my legs wider so he can watch how obscenely his cock spreads me open. "You ride me like a pro, baby. I've never felt something so good."
"Henry," I cry out as his knot starts to swell, his hand resting right up against me so I can grind against it. "Fuck, I want it."
I lock eyes with him, his gaze as dark and desire-filled as mine feels. Sometimes, frequently, when I feel Henry and Romulus's knot begin to swell, my lust-addled brain gets the fantastic idea that we can take it. That if I just try hard enough, I can fit him inside of me. Of course, Romulus uses this to tease me, but Henry, the sweet man, is always so sincere about it, as if I'm not willing to sell part of my soul to feel him trapped inside me as he comes.
"You want my knot, baby?" Henry asks, his free hand coming up to stroke my cheek as I bounce on him like a mad woman, chasing down my climax that's just on the cusp of my taking.
"I want to give it to you. It's yours. All yours. Do you feel that?"
On my next downstroke, he removes his hand from between my legs, letting me feel his knot beginning to stretch me. He lets me wriggle on it for a moment, my chest heaving, my whole body feeling like it's on fire for this man. He knows what he's doing to me, letting me grind against his knot to my heart's content, murmuring words of praise and adoration as I work myself higher and higher.
"Such a pretty beta trying to take my knot," he growls as his hands move to cup my breasts, tugging on the fabric of the neckline until I'm bare for him. "You're so fucking gorgeous, Sarah. So smart and kind and so fucking hot."
I laugh a little at how his flattery always seems to stray back to liking how I look when I'm trying and failing to impale myself on his full length. I reach down and wrap my fingers around his knot as I ride him.
"That's it, baby, squeeze me hard. I'll give you what you need." Henry's voice is a ragged, growling mess.
He bucks his hips to meet mine, taking care not to force his knot to stretch me even though I'm begging for it. It's one thing to want it and another to feel it pushing me past my limits, attempting to split me open. It's only happened once when I was a little overzealous. All our playing immediately halted because I cried, and not in the fun way.
"Fuck, I love you," I groan as I grind my hips against him, letting my body take over as pleasure starts to sweep over me.
Henry keeps up the steady rhythm when I start to falter. His cock twitches inside of me, his seed spilling out around him with each thrust. It coats his knot and my hand as I squeeze andsqueeze until I'm laid out limp on his chest, and his breathing is hard and ragged as he runs his fingers through my hair.
"You're so good at that," Henry tells me, a hint of awe in his voice. "You're making Romulus jealous that he can't stand being underneath you."
I look up at my mate, my alpha, and now my husband. I can't help the blush that covers my cheeks when I see him looking at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Sure, he's still buried deep inside me, but him looking at me like that? How am I not supposed to get flustered?
"If you give me like five minutes, Romulus can try to see how long he'll last underneath me," I tease my mate, running my fingertips over his sweaty chest.
