Page 40 of Beta Lies and Cursed Lives
Is this thing moving inside me a different entity? Or an extension of myself?
I don’t have time to consider as Rai tears the blanket from my bed and moves like a jungle cat, pawing his way over my still writhing body and straddling my hips, rolling his against me. The movement draws another high-pitched, needy whine from me, and his eyes flash serious, his hand swooping up to grip my jaw and neck and position my face to look at him.
“My love,” his tone is low, calm. “You will draw attention with all this noise. I know you are hurting, but if you want me to take this pain away,” he moves closer to my face with each word that follows, “you must. Be. Silent.” Rai covers my mouth with his, and I almost whine again, but something flares in my brain, and I cut the sound off.
Silence will bring bliss. Believe in our Alpha.
I don’t know where the thought comes from, and I don’t care when he sits back up, gripping my shirt in his hands and tears it from my body, drawing a stuttering gasp from me as my breasts bounce with the movement. My back bows, pushing my chest toward him, keeping as quiet as I’m able. I’m rewarded when he drops his face to my chest, rubbing his smooth, shaven jaw across one nipple as he plucks the other between his fingers. My mouth falls open in silent elation, my legs part, knees bend, hips rolling with need.
Then he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks.
The fire in my veins turns to an inferno, a small sound slips through my lips, and his hand moves from one breast to cover my mouth, his other returning to my neck and squeezing, just a little.
The sensations that wrack my body are like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and my body jerks again and again as his tongue and lips and teeth work on one nipple before moving on to the next.
I don’t know how long he teases me, making my slick pool until it registers in the back of my mind as uncomfortable, but I don’t have the will to care.
Rai moves to lay on top of me, his hips between mine, grinding. His grip moves from my neck to my jaw and moves my head to the side, then he’s lacing his fingers with mine and bringing them beside my head on the pillow. His lips touch the shell of my ear, his voice quiet, filled with growling promise. “I am going to rut you. Knot you. Claim you.” I turn my head toward him, our noses touch. “And one day, I will breed you. Mark. My. Words.”
The groan settles in my throat, unable to escape as the beast inside my chest growls at me with wordless warning, a demand that I don’t fuck this up for us.
Rai’s hips snap, sending his hardened length slapping against my pussy, and I decide then that there are still way too many clothes between us. Moving to pull the pants I’d been sleeping in down my hips, Rai doesn’t protest, instead kneeling up between my legs and undoing the button of his fly before unzipping his pants. He pulls them down his thighs, taking whatever underwear he may have on with them, and lets his cock spring free, bouncing upward before pointing straight at me.
My hand reaches for it in awe as I press my lips between my teeth to keep from making a sound. When I grasp it and my fingers barely meet my thumb, my mouth goes dry.
Is this...going to work? Will this hurt?
Does it really matter?
I take my hand back as he maneuvers his pants off his ankles and throws them to the floor, but my wet pajama bottoms are stuck between me and his body, my legs spread wide.
Rai runs his fingers up and down my covered slit, my hips gyrating of their own accord, pushing toward his hand. Then he grips the fabric with both hands and tears it down the seam, the elastic snapping in his grasp. The carnal smile that spreads across his face is wicked, his eyes grow impossibly dark as he stares at my pussy, his breath ragged. “I wish we had more time,” he whispers.
My fogged brain is unable to process what he means, and then he’s laying on top of me once more, his skin against mine everywhere but my legs, still covered by my pants like flimsy cloth chaps. He places the head of his cock at my entrance before framing my face with both hands and reconnecting our lips. Mouths fused, Rai’s cock plunges inside me, one sure and deep stroke, and I scream into his mouth, the cry a mix of pain at the almost audible pop deep inside my body, and of pleasure like I’ve never known as his skin slides, frictionless, along my inner walls which gladly welcome him into me, hugging his cock like a long lost friend.
He doesn’t move again until he rears his head back and looks into my eyes. “I’m sorry it hurt.” His voice is calm, quiet, almost breathless.
My head shakes slowly, and my hand rises to caress his cheek. The pain is already gone, replaced with ever-growing need. “No apologies. We belong, Rai.”
The smile he gives me is filled with love, adoration. I’ve never been the subject of someone’s deepest desires before—or perhaps I never let myself believe that I was since I could never reciprocate—but here, in Rai’s embrace, his cock slowly gliding out of my pussy then leisurely sliding back in, our foreheads touching, there is nowhere in the world I want to be other than here.
He is my Alpha. I am his Omega. We are meant to be.
My mind briefly registers that the whine building in my chest is...annoying. As if I shouldn’t be so needy or weak. But something happens...something I’ve never heard of before.
A vibration radiates from Rai’s chest into my body, calming my whining and nerves. It’s deep in tone and audible and reminds me of a cat. A big one.
The thought snaps me from my reverie, my brows drawing with confusion. “Are you...purring?”
Rai’s expression is as questioning as mine, but he doesn’t speak, doesn’t stop. His thrusts increase in pace and fierceness, and I no longer care what the sound is. His pounding in and out of me, mixed with the vibrations, makes my body quake with pleasure, hips turning upward, seeking more of him. Deeper. Faster. Harder.
When the tip of his cock finds this one place inside me, my mouth falls open with bliss.
Rai is watching me, my every reaction. He adjusts his movements based on my cues, and I love him for his attentiveness.
His thrusts become even harder, but not as fast, hitting that spot over and over until the edges of my vision go white, and he draws from me a sound I’ve never made, a mix of a scream and a moan that causes him to have to cover my mouth with his palm.
Any orgasms I’d brought myself in the past were nothing like this. This is an explosion of pleasure that causes my slick to cover the sheets. I can feel it pump out of me with every spasm that wracks my body.
