Page 164 of Wanted Beta

They belong with both of us.

Just like she belongs with me.

The Omega leads me into a kitchen and stops, looking around before he decides where we’re headed. I love how certain he is that he wants me, when he knows nothing about who I am.

He trusts his feelings the same way I trust my instincts.

When he knows, he knows.

The pantry he leads me into is pitch black, and the second the door swings shut behind us, all I can breathe in is his perfume. That spicy-sweet scent is the most delicious thing I’ve ever inhaled. It’s a potent aphrodisiac and I’m feeling the full force of it’s influence in this dark, enclosed space.

I tug on his hand, and pull him back against me, wrapping my arms around his slender body as my cock threatens to burst out of my jeans.

He lets out a gasp as my hands wander, slipping under his shirt to tug him tight against me, where he can feel the shaft of my cock pressing against his ass as I touch him.

I unbutton his pants with my free hand, unwilling to loosen my hold on his body.

Leaning in, I kiss his throat and collar while I work his pants open.

He’s sweating lightly, one of the signs that he’s in heat.

I lick my lips and find out his sweat is just as full of his perfume’s promise as his slick should be.

Despite the fact that I never went looking for an Omega, I still managed to take in everything about them from the mainstream media.

The sexier parts are what stuck in my head.

So, I know everything my new mate needs, and I know how to give him all of it.

I start by stroking his cock, taking my time to get a feel for how he likes to be touched.

He whimpers, the pleading sound telling me he’s desperate for the release only I can give him.

He doesn’t just want my knot, he needs it.

His breathing quickens as I grip him a little tighter as one last tease.

“Please,” he whispers. “Oh, God, Please …”

“Hush,” I murmur. “I’ll take care of you.”

I let go of his cock, and he moves forward with a sigh, shuffling in the dark and, I think, getting rid of his clothes.

I haul my shirt off, letting it fall to the ground at my side.

There’s no going back now.

This is about to get serious.

It’s been so damn long since I last had sex.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever care to do this again.

Now, here I am, ready to knot a complete stranger in a dark room.

We’re bound to each other by fate, and our connection is about to become very real.

I unzip my jeans, kicking off my shoes to the side where my shirt is, and stepping out of everything else to banish it over there, too.