The Beta in question glances down and licks his lips.
"Are you still sore from your heat?" he whispers in my ear.
I bite my bottom lip, glancing down at where I have his name marked on my skin. I tighten my thighs and shake my head. Hayes clears his throat as my cherry scent fills the space, some heads turning our direction.
“Thanks again, Leon, bye,” Hayes says quickly, not even looking at the man as he grabs my hand, briskly making our way to the parking garage.
I keep looking down at my new tattoo. Who thought it would become an aphrodisiac? Hayes opens the passenger door for me, and I push him inside the car, grateful I wore a dress to impress his mother.
"No way, you're not driving," he says.
I roll my eyes, climbing on top of him, and shutting the door behind me.
"Oh," he says with a smile, as I lean forward, kissing his throat.
"You like having your name on me, Hayes?" I ask him.
A boyish grin takes over his face as one hand kneads my thigh, the other holding my wrist up to take a look at my tattoo.
"I love it, just as much as I love having your name on me."
I shift my hips against his already hard length, fisting his shirt, pulling it up to his throat so that I can see where my name marks his skin.
He owns me, and I own him. That's what having a pack is about. If you would have asked me a year ago what kind of man I wanted, what kind of relationship I saw myself in, I'd say I'd settle down with another Beta guy and maybe have a kid or two. I guess I found my Beta, but I also found Sterling and Nate.
A pack was some sort of far away dream I didn't know I'd ever have.
Now here I am, on this man’s lap, his name written on my skin for forever, and he won't be the last man to mark me either.
I slide my hands between us, helping him free his cock as he leans forward, capturing my mouth with his.
It's always been easy with Hayes. There aren't pheromones in the way. I feel sane with him. He's my safety and I can't thank him enough for giving that to me, because I’ve spent so much of my life not feeling safe.
He's given me so much, and having him mark me first feels right.
It's frantic, the way I try to get him free. He lifts us ever so slightly, enough to move his pants down his thighs. I need him inside me; I want this moment to feel as much like a bonding as it would between me and an Alpha.
I know what it's like to be seen as a Beta, an unremarkable designation in society. But everything about Hayes is remarkable to me.
His hands splay along my back as I slide down his length, moaning as I take every inch of him. There's still a pang of soreness, but the pinch of pain and pleasure has me craving him even more.
In the small confines of the passenger’s seat, it feels like we couldn't get closer if we tried. I hold on to the back of his neck with one hand, and use another to hold on to the headrest as I ride him.
Our gazes locked, our panted breaths in sync as I prove to Hayes that we're bonded, that this is real. Maybe I'm proving it to myself more than I am him. Either way, this feels different. It's not a jealousy fueled fuck at the club, a hookup between strangers, or a relentless need sparked by my heat. This is just us.
His hand comes up to my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek as his other fingers splay across my face, down to my neck.
Hayes looks at me like I'm everything he could have asked for in a partner and that's all I ever wanted.
My hips shift up and down, my clit grinding over his pubic hair, giving me just the right amount of friction. Our breathing and the tackiness of my slick lubricating us are the only sounds in the car, and it's almost like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
I glance down at his tattoo before he grabs the back of my head, bringing me in for another kiss. There's hardly an inch between us as I ride him, and he lets me set the pace. He's making the softest whimpering noise against my lips and it's what sends me over the edge.
My hips buck as I reach my orgasm, and Hayes takes over, fucking me from below. His hands slide up my dress, one hand on my ass, the other against my spine as he reaches his own release with a soft moan. His head hitting the headrest of the passenger’s seat as he rubs my skin.
There's a calm silence between us, and I push his hair away from his face.
"Thank you," he says and I grin.
