Page 78 of For the First Time
His words pulled my head out of the fog of arousal.“What?”
Slowly, Everett stood up, towering over me.“I want you to bite me first.To claim me.”
“Beta bites don’t bond.”
“I don’t give a fuck about a bond.I want you.Your bite.I want your teeth imprinted on my skin.I want you to know that I’m yours and I want everyone else to fucking know it, too.”He stepped impossibly closer to me.My body tried to sway backward, to give him some space, but his hands came to wrap around my lower back, fisting the fabric until I felt the cold air on my cheeks.“I’ve been waiting for you to feel confident enough to demand my bite.To know your place in our pack.”
“My place?”
Everett and I were so close, that my breath of air made the peek-a-boo hairs on his chest wave.My alpha hit all the stereotypes of his designation.He was large, with the kind of build that made him look like he could easily pick me up and toss me around.His long beard and chest hair made him look even more burly, and even a tad unapproachable, which I could admit to finding sexy.Despite going to the gym every morning before work, he wasn’t just lean muscles and toned abs.He was thick, like an alpha that enjoyed his food at every meal.
“You’ve been trapped by your designation, Babygirl.”His cheeks came down to scent mine.“Even here, even with us, you still think of yourself as a beta in this pack.And betas don’t ask for bites, do they?”He pulled his head back, waiting for me to shake my head as I agreed, no, betas didn’t ask for bites.“Betas are just grateful to be in a pack, to serve a pack.But not you.You’re a member of this pack, just like Atlas and Oaks and me.That means you ask for what you want.What you need.”
“I need you to claim me.”
He moaned, dipping his lips down to taste me.It was a surprisingly soft kiss considering the mix of arousal and anticipation coursing through me.
“You want my bite?”he asked, his lips so close I tasted his words.“Then bite me.Claim me as yours first.Like an alpha would.”
Fuck.It shouldn’t have been such a turn on for him to refer to me as an alpha.I wasn’t one.I wasn’t biologically or socially or emotionally close to one.But I couldn’t deny that his words sent a little thrill through my body.
I’d been so nervous about his answer, about his possible rejection, that I hadn’t even considered how brave I was being.I was asking to be a part of his pack.I never would have done that months ago.Never would have been brave enough or even considered that Everett would want me.I’d only thought of myself as a beta—and why would a pack need a beta?
They didn’t.
They wanted me.Eve.
Why?
Because they liked my extreme organization.They liked making me blush, liked my kindness and protectiveness.Of course, they also liked my skills in the kitchen, but also my dedication that had me learning new skills and standing up for omegas’ rights.They thought I was pretty and enjoyed my scent when it flared, and they liked breaking me from the mold of a society that was happy to label me as a beta and move on.
They liked caring about me.And they liked how I took care of them.
I wrapped my hands around Everett’s head and held him in place as I deepened our kiss.If he wanted me to play as an alpha, to take what I wanted, then I would oblige him.
I climbed my mate like he was a tree, hitching my legs around him so that I had to look down to keep kissing him.My core was too high to feel the grind of his cock between my legs but that didn’t stop me from rubbing myself along his stomach.I needed some relief for the pressure building inside me, and I was going to use Everett for my release.
My back pressed against a wall.The only reason I’d noticed was because Everett was using the wall as leverage to help hold me up as his hands roamed by body, shoving my shirt—his shirt—up and over my head until I was naked in his arms.He was still fully dressed.
“Where do you want my bite?”I asked.
A thrill of something went through my body.It was arousal, but also ...power.I was in charge.And I liked it.That was what being with Everett was like.Powerful.Encouraging.
His thumb came up to caress my bottom lip.“Teeth aren’t sharp enough to bite anywhere.But the tender bit between my thumb and forefinger?”He moved his hand so that the part of his hand he was talking about was pressed against my mouth.
I felt my heartbeat in my lips.Is this what alphas had to think about when they claimed their omegas?Or betas?I’d always just assumed it was something done in the heat of the moment, instinctual rather than methodical.Maybe it was for them.
Everett’s gaze was locked on mine.All I could see were his green eyes.
Slowly, I bit down, increasing the pressure.I didn’t know what to do with my tongue, so I just pretended like it didn’t exist.I watched Everett’s eyes flare with pain, his own alpha instincts making him growl.He didn’t pull away.Just endured.
The taste of his blood on my tongue had my head flinching back.Everett’s mouth quickly followed, his tongue shoving in between my parted lips to replace the taste of his blood.
If he was in any pain, he didn’t show it.One of his hands came to the back of my head, keeping my mouth where he wanted me, and the other was doing something that I couldn’t quite concentrate on.
“I’m going to take this pussy, Babygirl, and when I do, I’m going to claim you.”It was a warning.
I nodded desperately.
