Page 77 of Rejected Beta

TENSION BUILDS BETWEENus as we rush through the streets back to my place, our hands clasped tight together. I barely remember to lock up and set the alarms when we stumble inside, our hands and mouths already exploring. We slam into things as we head upstairs, ignoring the crashes as things fall to the ground.

Our bodies are different than they were ten years ago, but still familiar. We melt right back into how it used to be, remembering what each other likes as we leave a trail of clothes in our wake.

As soon as we make it into my bedroom, something in us snaps. We rip what little clothes remains off us, teeth and nails raking as we crash together onto the bed. I want him all marked up from me. He's mine and I want to see the proof of that in the hickeys on his neck, the claw marks on his back, the swelling of his bottom lip. I want my scent coating him, letting everyone know he's mine.

Especially the alphas if they decide they want to try to steal him back from me.

He’s mine.

And he seems to be feeling just as possessive if the bruises on my hips and the suck marks along my collarbone are any hint.

"I need you inside me. Now. Please." I nip his lip, enjoying how dark blue his eyes turn.

Jareth flips us over, his form sprawling on top of mine, trapping me beneath him. “Fuck, I wanted to take my time and make this more romantic our first time."

I arch against him, grinning. “What's more romantic than fucking me until I can't walk? Don't worry, I'll return the favor once I order some supplies."

He groans and then he's slamming inside of me, stealing my breath as my body arches at the invasion and the stretch. It's been a long time since anything other than a toy had been inside me and Jareth is a lot bigger.

I moan, opening wider for him, wanting him deeper. “You feel fucking perfect.”

He curses and sucks another mark onto the top of my breast. “I’m not going to last long, you're too hot, too tight. It's fucking heaven."

I tilt my hips, taking him deeper, making us both groan in unison. I never want this to end. I want to fuck him for hours. For days. I want to stay in this bed until we're both too wrung out to move. And Jareth is an omega, he can last for a while.

He snarls as I curl my legs around his waist and nip at his jaw, pressing me down into the mattress, fucking me harder and faster.

I'd be ashamed of the whimpers coming out of me if it didn't feel so fucking amazing.

My head spins and my body heats up as he shoves me closer and closer to the edge, his expression almost feral.

I arch my neck and lick at his lips, grinning at him when he snarls again. I love him like this, unhinged and desperate for me. There's no doubt of his feelings for me when he looks like this.

Emotion pricks at my eyes and my legs tighten around his waist. Something flickers in his stare and his expression softens as he looks down at me, turning reverent. He cups my cheek, trapping my gaze with his until I'm lost in him.

Our release breaks over us at the same time, our bodies slamming and bucking and twitching together, Jareth’s lips pressed to mine as we gasp into each other's mouths.

He remains inside of me as we come down, keeping us connected, neither of us ready for this to end yet.

He buries his head in my neck, licking at the skin there, making me shudder and clench around him again. “I love you so much, Moira. I always have. I always will. It's you for me. It's always you."

I melt beneath him, my nails digging into the skin of his back as I clutch him tighter, tears clogging my throat. “I love you too. Nothing and no one has ever been able to change that. The rest will figure itself out."

I finally have him here, in my bed, where he's always belonged, both of us marked up and reeking of each other, giving no doubts to exactly who we belong to.

His hips start moving again, his cock still hard inside of me. "I need you again. You feel too good."

I purr. “Yes. More."

We have hours before we need to be cleaned up and presentable. I'm in no rush, I want to enjoy every moment of this reunion.

And I do.

We reunite all over my bedroom and my bathroom, in every position and spot possible. His scent coats me and my room, no spray in the world strong enough to remove him.

It smells like a summer field near the ocean in here.

We finally run out of steam in the middle of my floor, the blankets from the bed wrapped around us.

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