Page 32 of Pack’s Pledge

Beau was so gorgeous, as he sat back against the edge of his bed, the faintest worry tinging his too-handsome face. “It isn’t what we’re used to, either, to tell the truth.”

“It isn’t, but… I think that, maybe, I could get used to it,” I said, taking a step closer.

The slow, spreading smile on his face was like a promise, and the heat that sizzled along my skin burned away any remaining nervousness.

“I think that we could get used to it, too.”

His fingers were at his shirt, undoing button after button to reveal a smooth, firm chest. He wasn’t bulky like an alpha, but he was muscular all the same. He tugged the tails of his shirt from his belt as he reached the last button, revealing a narrow waist and lightly defined abs.

“You like what you see?” he asked, and I flushed, realizing I’d been staring at his body. He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “You can look, Britt, I work hard to look like this. Someone should appreciate it.” He slipped his shirt from his shoulders. “Those assholes sure as hell don’t. They have it easy; they just look like thatnaturally. Your turn.”

The way his hand went to his bulge, palming himself through his pants, left no question as to what he meant by my turn, and I pulled off my sweater dress before I could talk myself out of it. I was wearing a slip dress underneath–and as my hair settled around my face, Beau slipped his arms around my waist. The heat of his hands burned through the thin, silky fabric.

“You know, I was half-hoping you’d wear that giftI got you,” he said with a crooked smile, and then his hands sank lower, to the hem of my slip, tickling the skin of my thighs, just below the swell of my ass. “Then again,” he purred, and my slip was suddenly gone, puddled around my ankles, along with my simple nude thong, “I think I prefer you this way, baby.”

My bare nipples pebbled in the cool air. I’d gone braless, and Beau’s hands came up instantly to cup my breasts.

“Fuck, but you’re pretty,” he said. “I was up half the night yesterday, imagining you with Conall.”

“Oh,” I said, breathy, as Beau teased my nipples with thumbs and forefingers. I stepped closer to him, my legs between his as he sat back on the bed.

“Mmm, yeah,” he said, and bent to kiss from my neck down to the slight swell of my breast before landing on my nipple. My head fell back as his tongue swirled around the tight bud, his teeth grazing the skin. My stomach fluttered. He’d been thinking of me? Had he touched himself? Had he gotten himself off? Or had he–the thought was like lava in my belly–had he been with Adrian? “I shouldn’t tell you this,” he whispered, deftly spinning us around, so that suddenly, it was me who was half reclined against the mattress, with him standing over me as he unbuckled his belt, undid his zipper, “but Adrian came so fucking hard.”That answered that question, I guessed.“He’s into you. Obviously,” he added.

“And you?” I asked, selfishly wanting to hear the answer.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, smirking as he slipped his pants and boxer briefs off and let them fall to the floor. “You tell me.”

I’d never been with an alpha before Conall, and now... Well, I’d never even met a male omega until Beau. I’d half-thought that it might be as surprising as seeing Conall in the flesh, as it were, but… his cock looked like that of a normal–abeta, I corrected myself–man, and I felt a fierce sort of pride in Beau. This beautiful man was so often defined by his biology, and yet…

Then he stroked himself. A thick, glossy droplet beaded on his head, and I felt my walls clench tight around nothing.

“Yeah, Britt,” he purred, and pushed me backwards onto the bed, crawling over me and slotting one leg between my own. “I’m pretty fucking into you.”

His mouth met mine, pillowy-soft lips and teasing, nipping teeth, sweet and sharp all at once, and I relaxed deeply enough that I gasped in surprise when I felt a strong, firm grip pull my wrists up above my head, one large hand pinning them to the pillow.

“Beau,” I gasped, as his mouth landed hot on my throat, licking over my skin. “Beau,” I said again, the sound slipping into a moan as his teeth grazed my collarbone. “Oh,oh.”

“I want to touch you, Britt, baby,” he said, and I nodded frantically. “Want to feel you come on my fingers before you come on my cock. Tell me you want that, baby, I want to hear your pretty voice.”

“Yes, Beau–” I gasped, as strong fingers slipped over my slit. I was so wet–or was it him, his leaking cock, dripping against my thigh–and his fingers slipped over my clit easily, then sank inside. “Oh,yes, right there,please, Beau–”

I came quickly and with a moan, my orgasm taking me by surprise, his name falling from my lips as pleasure washed over me, from deep in my belly all the way down to my toes. Before I even had time to breathe, he rolled his thumb over my clit again. I gasped at the sensitivity, the strange pleasure of it, and he smiled down at me.

“So easy for me,” he said, kissing my throat once again. “You’ve never been with an omega before, hmm? Of course not,” he chuckled.

“I want you, Beau,” I said, shameless. My clit was throbbing under his thumb, his fingers still buried deep within me. I wanted more than just his fingers. I wriggled against the restraint of his hand, still wrapped around my wrists. “Want your cock.”

He moaned, and I heard it through an unfamiliar fog, my brain gone fuzzy, the tips of my fingers tingling, my knees planted on the bed as I moved shamelessly against him. Instead of letting me go, though, Beau tightened his fingers until it almost hurt. Hewasstrong.

“I don’t think, so, baby,” he purred. “You’re still so tight. God, how did Conall manage to fuck you with that massive cock of his?Fuck,” he swore, and rolled his hips against mine. “Can you be good for me, keep your hands up here?”

I wasn’t sure, but I nodded.

“Tell me.”

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, Beau, please.” I didn’t know quite what I was begging for, just that I wanted it.

Then his thumb on my swollen, oversensitive nub was replaced my those plush, soft lips, his firm tongue swirling around his dextrous fingers. I wanted to be good, as he’d asked me to, to keep my hands up above my head, and I gripped his feather pillow tight as my back arched, my hips rocking up against his mouth. “Oh, oh,Beau,oh,” I groaned, a second orgasm crashing through me. His hot mouth was tight against my center as I came down, his tongue swiping through my folds, swirling around my clit until I shied away with oversensitivity and his lips found the inside of my thigh instead, biting a bruise into the soft skin, then kissing over it.

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