All the breath leaves my lungs. My icy snow scent swells, strong even for a beta. When it mixes with the rest of the smells in the room, the effect makes it feel like a white Christmas, rare and magical. My heart clenches when I realize it’s as if it was meant to be there all along. My scent, mixed with all of theirs. It’s… perfect.
“There’s nothing I want more,” I whisper before cupping his face and kissing him.
55
VANN
Raven’s moans sound in the background as I claim Rhodes’ mouth. My tongue dances over his, my teeth scraping his bottom lip, teasing what’s coming. Maybe I’ll bite him there where he’ll feel my claim every time I kiss him. Every time he even licks his luscious lips. Hmm, but there are so many choices. I really need him out of these clothes so I can explore every inch and decide.
He’s still in his formal wear from the party. His hands explore my naked skin as I shove off the coat he’s wearing along with his suit jacket. His tie goes next. This is taking too long. Gripping the gaps in his dress shirt, I tug and rip. Buttons go flying, and the shirt crumples to the floor. His chest rapidly rises and falls.
When I drag my hands across his abs, he moans softly, barely letting it out. His gaze travels to the closed bedroom door.
“Don’t hold back, baby.” I push him until he slams into the small counter where we unloaded the snacks. “I found something out about our omega.” Unclasping his belt buckle, I tug it from the loops. “Raven’s auditory. She likes to listen the way you like to be watched.” As I unzip his pants and push them down his legs, I lower to my knees. “You want to help our omega through her heat without fucking her? Give her a good soundtrack. Let her hear how good your alpha makes you feel.”
With that, I wrap a fist around his base and swallow his tip, sucking hard. Rhodes moans his pleasure, no longer keeping it in.
I pop off, looking up at him. Damn, he’s hot. “Tell me what you want, what you like.”
“I… I don’t k-know.” Just a few licks, and he’s already speechless. I know I’m good at taking a cock but Rhodes makes me feel like the champion of dick sucking.
“What do you think of when you stroke this thick cock of yours?” I reach up and drag my nails down his abdomen, making his core clench and his dick twitch as red lines form on his skin. “Tell me what I was doing to you in your fantasy when I caught you jerking off.”
I dive down again and swallow his cock to the root. He throws his head back and moans. “You were taking me from… oh god… from behind. You had your hand around my dick as you… as you… Fuck!”
I take my beta by surprise when I graze my thumb over his tight hole, but judging by the pre-cum leaking from his tip right now, I’d say he likes it. Pulling off his dick, I spit on my fingers and bring them back to rub over the tight ring of muscle. My other hand continues stroking Rhodes’ cock, helping him relax into the sensation.
He groans when I slip the tip ofmy finger in, slowly moving in and out in tiny glides, working the digit deeper each time. In this position I’m right under his heavy sac, and I take one of his balls in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. The new sensation has him crying out, opening to me even more so I can push in a second finger.
When he’s shaking so hard he can’t speak anymore, I stand up, turn him around, and shove his chest down to the counter, continuing to work two fingers in and out of his back entrance.
“Relax, handsome.” I scissor my fingers, stretching, prepping. Fuck, he’s so tight. “I can’t wait to claim this virgin ass. You’ll always remember me as your first. I can’t wait until we’re home with our pack, and I can worship you the way you deserve. I want to tongue you while you fuck our girl. Ah shit, you clenched down even tighter just now. You like that, too, don’t you? I’ve seen the way you look at her. All curious and longing. It turns me on so fucking much. Can you hear her? Imagine it’s us pulling those sounds of pleasure from her body. You and me, working our girl over together.”
The door to the bedroom creaks open, and I look up to catch Tanner walking out. He sees me bent over Rhodes, but doesn’t say anything. Just smirks and gives me a nod of approval before grabbing some water from the fridge, then swipes a bottle of lube.
When he walks by us to leave, he gently strokes a hand down Rhodes’ back. “Have fun, beta. It’s about time we officially made you pack.” He squeezes the back of my neck then strides away like he didn’t just casually shake up our world.
Snapping open my own bottle of lube, I pour agenerous amount along my beta’s crack and some more on my cock. I’m gonna make sure this is good for him. Once I’m nice and slicked up, I slowly put pressure on his ass with my aching tip. When it finally breaches his tight ring, we both gasp.
“That’s it, superstar. You’re doing so well. Damn, you’re so tight.” I rub his back, stroking over the curve of his ass, then push in another inch with a curse. “I wish I had my phone and could take a picture of you taking my cock like a pro. This ass was made for me.”
Rhodes wiggles, leaning to the side, and I’m not sure what he’s doing until he reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out his phone. “Here,” he says, holding it back for me. “Document it. I want to see.”
I chuckle. “Of course you do, you filthy little voyeur.” I hold the camera up with one hand while the other squeezes his hip. Rather than take a picture, I turn on a video. I ease out until just the tip is inside him before pushing back in a little deeper this time.
Rhodes curses, arching his back and pushing his ass toward me until I’m seated all the way to my knot. Fuck, I can’t wait to get that inside him too. Not tonight, though. He’s not ready for that.
“Need… more…” Rhodes groans.
I keep the phone recording, but lean it against a bowl on the counter so I can grip his hips, slamming in and out of him in quick, hard movements. Pausing, I spread his cheeks so I can see him stretched around my cock. I spit, letting it drop to the top of his crack and slide down around where we’re joined, then ramp up my thrusting again.
Rhodes scrabbles for purchase on the counter, his hands unable to find anything to hold on to while I pound into him. I pull his arms behind his back, coaxing him to grip his own elbows. “Hold tight, beta.”
My right hand grabs his forearms while the other grips his shoulder. He whimpers when he realizes he just created a handle for me to pull him even harder on my shaft. I use the leverage to change the angle and depth of my strokes, and the way Rhodes cries out I know I’ve hit the sweet spot.
“Oh yes. You feel that? That’s your prostate, and we can have so much fun with it. Maybe one day I’ll cuff your wrists so you can’t touch yourself, and milk it until you come handsfree. Just thinking about it makes me want to blow.”
“P-please, alpha. I need to come.”
