My breath stutters. “Beau—”
“Stop.” His voice is vibrating with barely contained fury. “Don’t you fucking say anything else.”
His eyes snap up to mine and then drop between my legs again.
“You let him knot you,” he growls.
It’s an accusation, not a question, and I flinch as his hand tightens on my thigh.
“You’re still open,” he continues, his tone vicious. “Still leaking him.”
I swallow thickly as he looks right at me again.
“You come back to me smelling like another alpha’s knot and expect me not to fucking snap?”
“I didn’t—”
“You did,” he cuts in harshly. “Youwantedthis. You wanted to see what would happen if you pushed me.”
He grabs both my thighs and drags me to the edge of the bed, hauling me open until I’m spread wide and exposed, slick glistening between my legs.
“I’m fixing it,” he snarls. “Every trace. Every fucking molecule.”
His mouth slams over my pussy without warning, or mercy.
His tongue drives over my slit with hard, rough, and unapologetic movements; licking deep and aggressively, almost as if he’s scrubbing me clean from the inside out. I cry out, back bowing violently, the sensation almost too much—too intense on skin that’s already raw, already sensitized.
He doesn’t care.
“That’s him,” he growls against me, tongue plunging again. “I can taste him.”
My thighs shake uncontrollably.
“And I fuckinghate it.”
He eats me as if it’s a punishment for both of us. His tongue is rough and relentless, while his nose is pressed hard into me, breathing me in like fuel. His hands keep me spread, fingers biting into my skin and holding me open no matter how hard I writhe.
“Mine,” he snarls. “This little pussy ismine.”
He shoves his tongue inside me again, deeper this time, forcing a sob out of me as my body clenches helplessly around nothing.
“You feel how wet you are?” he mutters. “Howused?”
I whimper, and he laughs, dark and broken.
His mouth suddenly drags lower without warning, tongue flattening as it presses between my cheeks. I gasp sharply, humiliation and pleasure colliding so hard it makes my vision blur.
“Don’t think I won’t smell him here too,” he growls. “You think I’m leavinganypart of you unclaimed?”
His tongue works over my ass now, thorough in a way that makes my whole body shake. He licks and presses, his breath hot and unforgiving, making sure of it. Making surehe’s satisfied.
I’m losing my mind.
Despite it all, I can’t stop watching him. Can’t stop the way my hips lift, how my body offers itself even as my hands fist in the sheets like I’m fighting him.
This is unreal.
Too much. Too good.
