Beckett closes the door behind him and turns to me, his face flooding with emotions now that the other alpha is gone.
I don’t even have a chance to open my mouth before Beckett presses his lips to mine, kissing me deeply, passionately, his surprising desire enough to awaken my lust.
I giggle and rest my hands on his cheeks, getting him to slow down and look at me. “Not that I’m complaining about your affection, but what’s this about? Is everything okay?”
Beckett smiles with a nod. “I’ve just missed you.”
“It’s been hours.”
“Feels like eternity.”
His mouth finds mine again and I kiss him, sliding my tongue between his lips. His hands travel down my sides until he squeezes my ass, lifting me into his arms. I graze my tongue over his, exploring the softness of his mouth. His scent permeates around me, the tangy citrus like a breath of fresh air, and I comb my fingers into his dark hair, pulling the strands softly.
“You have no idea how much I want you, Holly. I don’t know what has gotten into me, but ever since you mentioned your desires, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. I’m frustrated that all this shit has kept me from you. You’re my omega. Mine.” Beckett growls with his words, setting me on his bed, his sheets fragranced with everything I love about him and more.
I realize why he’s gone from holding back to boldly voicing what he craves. It’s because of Andrew. I’m sure the fact that he’s an alpha does something to Beckett, even if it was Beckett’s idea to hire an alpha bodyguard.
“You’re my alpha,” I say, my voice soft and sultry. “I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
“And I have to take it. I want to take it. I regret not realizing sooner. Because if something happens tonight—”
I cut off his words with another kiss, stealing all his thoughts until he releases a guttural moan. “You’re not allowed to put bad energy into the world. Everything will be perfect. I know it.”
I shove him back and grab at my shirt, yanking it over my head before he has a chance. He purrs, drinking in the sight of my sheer bra, the fabric not even enough to truly support my breasts. I only wear it because it makes me feel sexy.
Beckett caresses his fingers over my hard nipple, playing with it through the lace, the sensation sending electricity from my chest, bolting across my stomach to strike me between my legs. My clit pulses at just the thought of Beckett’s touch, and I reach between us and unfasten his pants. I’m afraid if I don’t take control, he might start overthinking things and stop. I can’t let him. I need his full attention on my body. I need him to lose himself to his deep-seated nature as an alpha. I think him doing this, being with me, claiming me, will help his insecurity over being not good enough. Because he is good enough. He’s better than good.
Moaning, he rests his palms on the bed, watching me stroke his cock with both of my hands, one holding him firmly in place and the other one gliding up and down, my full attention on his tip and the pre-cum glistening.
I scoot lower between his legs, resting on my knees, and I taste him. The salty flavor is hinted with citrus, the same as his amazing scent, and I hum, feeling his cock pulse in my mouth.
He combs his fingers through my pale blond hair and pulls it, the sensation aching across my scalp in a good way as he tips my head up to meet my eyes.
“You’re my omega,” he repeats, his voice deepening. “It’s my job to take care of you. Lay back. Now.”
Damn.
My body reacts, the tingles crawling across my skin, leaving goosebumps behind. I automatically melt back into the bed, my body weak at the command in his voice. He’s never spoken to me like this, and I had no idea how hot it would be.
“Lift up your hips.” Beckett links his fingers to my pants and pulls off the stretchy fabric along with the lacy panties I wear beneath.
I pant heavy breaths with my lust, my body aching with need.
“Spread your legs,” Beckett commands, kneeling in front of me, his cock still out and hard, completely ready to claim me. “Don’t move. I’m going to devour you until you scream.”
Again, I obey, slowly spreading my legs wider until I’m exposed completely to Beckett. His dark eyes rove over me hungrily, and he rubs his hard length, his muscles rippling with each stroke.
“Give me your knot, my alpha. I want it so badly. I can’t wait any longer.” A whimper escapes my mouth, and I wiggle on the bed, feeling my slick dampening my thighs.
Beckett’s eyes flash with his desire, and he shakes his head, resting his palms on my knees. “Not yet. Soon. I have to taste you. I have to hear you scream my name, my beautiful omega. My love.”
I arch my back and wiggle my hips, encouraging him to hurry up. I want to rush. I want to finally feel what it’s like to be completely at the mercy of the alpha I’m in love with. His mercy means protection. It means love. It means everything good in this universe.
Dragging his hands down my legs and to my inner thighs, Beckett draws his thumb across my lips, spreading me open wider for him to see my clit, now aching between my legs, throbbing in anticipation. Flicking his tongue over his bottom lip, he wets his mouth, his hunger for me as potent as his alpha scent drawing me closer. Making me wetter. Tantalizing me in a way I never expected.
And I know this is nothing like it would be if I were to stop taking the suppressant pills that keep my hormones in control and help disguise me as an omega even though it is well known. I’ve done it to keep my heat away because the idea of losing myself to my nature during these times of uncertainty freaks me out just a bit.
But now with my mind heavy with lust, all I can think about is what it would be like. The feeling of being insatiable. Of craving his knot on a different level than now. The idea of breeding.