Page 57 of Beta Lies and Cursed Lives
My entire body hunches forward, and I let my shirt fall again, giving up on avoiding this. I’d have to deal with it sooner or later. Every ounce of my being knows we’re mates, and this is unavoidable.
So, in the comforting embrace of my nearly naked Omega, her breasts crushed against my bicep, I tell her the truth.
“The first time I heard someone else’s thoughts in my mind, I had no idea what was happening. I thought that I was going insane, like in cartoons. But, you know, not funny.”
My head shakes. “My family never talked about the Cursed, just completely ignored anything to do with them. Switched the channel if they were mentioned on TV.” I frown. “At first, the voices weren’t many. They were manageable, or at least I could hide it. But it was summer and school was out, and my parents weren’t big on letting me go do things with my friends, so I was stuck at home. One day, I heard my mom’s voice say, ‘I hate that bastard,’ while looking at my dad. I thought she’d said it aloud, so I asked her why she hated Dad. She was horrified. Yelled at me for making up stories and sent me to my room. That was when I realized something bad was happening.”
Mira kisses my shoulder, a silent urging to continue.
“Things got way worse from there. I denied it to myself for the longest time, but I finally realized that I was hearing people’s thoughts, and the more distressed I was, the more thoughts would invade my mind. The constant assault drove me crazy. I couldn’t function, couldn’t think for myself. In the throes of mania, I wound up kicking the wall, hard, right at a stud. Pain shot through my body, and there was this blissful silence that followed.” I grip her forearm across my clavicle, holding it tight, trying to breathe evenly. “I realized that pain would temporarily make the voices go away. Pain granted me relief from this psychosis invading my life.”
“You started hurting yourself for relief,” Mira supplies softly, no judgment in her tone.
I nod and absently trace the raised flesh on my bicep, some straight, some angry and jagged, all created by sharp edges. By my hands.
“I didn’t want to,” I go on, “not really. But I would do anything to be normal. Anything not to have to be sent away.” A sob catches in my throat, and I clear it. “I caught my parents thinking about sending me off into the system, about doing away with their little ‘problem,’” I spit. “Then they started arguing out loud about whose fault it was. Whose genetics created this monstrosity of a boy they had living in their home.”
“You’re not a monstrosity.” Mira’s words hold more conviction than I’ve ever heard. “You do know that, right?”
I nod again in silence. My brain knows it, especially since meeting all the other Cursed in the system. But my heart...I just don’t know. My parents abandoned me like I was trash. The academy was preparing me for a life as a militant slave. What worth could I possibly have?
“Colton.”
My face swings toward Mira, her expression hard, eyes fierce. “You are worth everything. You are worth us all risking our lives to escape that hell. You are worth living every day of freedom we have to the fullest. To make a difference.” Her hands press to the sides of my face. “You are my Alpha. We are a pack.”
My vision swims just before her lips meet mine in a kiss so filled with passion, I can scarcely believe it’s real. Her rose and myrrh scent invades all my senses as she flips me onto my back on the bed and straddles my clothed hips. When she trails open-mouthed kisses down my chest, my abdomen, my cock strains against the zipper of my jeans so hard I can feel it as if my trunks aren’t between me and the metal.
I let out a groan as she unfastens my belt and pulls my pants, along with my trunks, all the way off my legs, her fingers grazing my skin the whole way.
My cock juts straight up, and Mira’s tongue wets her lips from the foot of the bed as she stares at it. As she hooks her thumbs into her panties and shimmies them down her legs, I prop myself up on my elbows and watch every movement, taking in the details of her body, her glorious scent, the way her chest rises and falls with each breath.
She is magnificent. And she is mine.
I need her. I need to taste her.
When she starts to crawl over me, I grab her body and reverse our positions, and she lets out a surprised squeal.
I cage her face with my elbows, run my fingers through her hair, and bring my mouth to hers, dipping my tongue inside. She reciprocates with a moan that turns into a whine, and I know whatever reprieve she’d had from her heat is now over.
It’s time to take care of my Omega.
I release her lips and do the thing I’ve craved since she removed her shirt, sinking my teeth into one of her breasts, making her gasp and her back bow into my mouth.
It isn’t a mark, but the creature inside me is pleased with the gesture.
Another quick nip on her other breast, and I trail my way down her body, nibbling and kissing and licking my way down, across her hip bones. She moans and those hips jerk upward toward my face, a small cry the only warning before her slick releases from that glorious pink pussy, nearly soaking the bed below.
When I lean back a bit to slide further down her body, to put those pink, glistening lips right to my face, her whine is...beautiful. I raise my eyes to look at her face, and her silver irises are already on me, unwavering. My cock aches to be inside of her—to rid myself of this celibacy born of disinterest in anyone I’ve ever met.
But Mira...my Snow Bunny...she is everything.
With a fierce, possessive growl, I dive into her pussy with my face, swiping my tongue slowly across that little nub, making her scream my name with the kind of desperation I feel for her deep in my soul. Swirl and swipe, then I form an O with my lips and suck, drawing another scream of pleasure from my Omega. Another gush of slick, and I can’t take it any longer. I move down and slide my tongue inside of her, licking and lapping at her delicious nectar, sweet tang in my mouth, while letting her rub her clit against the tip of my nose, fucking my face.
When she comes, she comes so hard I think she’s going to sever my tongue inside her, those soft velvety walls constricting and clamping down and then releasing, over and over.
Her body twitches beneath me, and I smirk. Not bad for a first-timer.
But the job isn’t finished. And it’s time I had my own dream come true.
