He’s wearing a simple white T-shirt and a pair of salaciously tiny pair of shorts.
I grab a fistful of his shirt.
“Please, Ethan.”
He licks his lips and searches my face. “Are you going into heat?”
“No,” I reply.
I know I’m not, but it feels like something akin to it. Are mini heats a thing? Or pre-heat. I don’t fucking know. All I know is Max set this off, and it could be a lot worse.
“You’re sure?” he asks, his hands nearly shaking as he pushes back my hair and cups my face.
“I told you, I’m not going anywhere.”
He leans forward and kisses me. It’s soft and delicate and absolutely not what I want right now.
I pull down his shorts and fist his hardening cock, making him moan against my lips.
Yes, that’s exactly what I need right now.
Touch me, fuck me, claim me.
Ethan grabs me by the hips and lifts me onto the counter where I shimmy out of my panties, fisting them and putting them on my counter before pulling my dress up.
Yes.This is what I need.
“You’ll need to pull out,” I tell him, wrapping my legs around him and tugging him close to me.
“What?” he asks, his eyes going wide as I grab his length and line it up.
“Pull out,” I tell him again, pushing him forward.
One of his hands grips my hip as the other is flat on the counter, supporting his weight as he slides into me.
His cock is perfect and hits that right spot deep inside of me.
“Yes. Harder,” I tell him.
His hand pulls away from the counter to cradle the back of my head as he kisses me roughly while he fucks me against the counter. It isn’t tender or soft, it’s everything I need.
It feels like his fingertips are digging into my skin, and I hope they leave a mark. I need a lingering reminder of just how good Ethan can make me feel.
His ass muscles flex under the press of my heels, and my thighs slap against his with every thrust. I clutch on to Ethan like a lifeline.
He feels safe, even while he fucks me roughly.
Such a good Beta, being there for me when I need him the most. I’ve made the right choice.
His teeth graze against my bottom lip as I lean back on the counter. I let myself slip into the bliss that is his body against mine. Nothing matters right now, just this.
A clearing of a throat startles both of us, and we pause, embarrassment heating my cheeks as I look over Ethan’s shoulder. He doesn’t even move, keeping me covered even though his ass is probably on display. I let out a sigh of relief when I realize who was watching our impromptu bathroom fuck.
“Lock the door next time,” Bram says, flicking the lock himself. “What do we have here?”
“Fuck,” Ethan hisses.
He pulls most of the way out before pushing back into me. Knowing it’s Bram lets some of my shame slip away. If anything, it’s only made things hotter. Shame disappears completely when Bram approaches us and stands behind Ethan.
