Page 268 of Rescued Beta


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“I think I’m going to turn in.” I get up, leaving my pack to wait for the rest of their food.

When I get to the bedroom door, Falcon touches my arm.

I turn and he lets out a breath.

“The way things are now,” he starts. “It’s not going to be like this forever.”

“I wish I could believe that.”

He closes his eyes briefly, and he looks determined when he opens them.

“You don’t have to believe it, just believe in me. You did that once. I need you to do it again.”

“Everything is different now, Johnny.”

“I know, but you and I, we’re the same as we always were.”

“And if I had to go back in time, I’d make all the same choices.”

He smiles tentatively. “No regrets.”

“Not one.”

“I have one,” he admits.

“Uh, yeah? What’s that?”

“Marking you where no one can see it,” he says, his gaze fixing on my throat.

My heart starts to race, and my cock starts to swell.

There’s nothing quite like your first love, and he’s still mine.

If anything, I love him even more than I did the day we became mates.

I know, even if I’m not sure about what we’re doing at this academy, that he’d never do anything to hurt me, or any of our pack. Everything he does is about what’s best for us.

He wanted the right job so he could be there for us as much as possible while working.

If this is that for him, I can’t refuse it.

“My parents would have kicked me out,” I admit, knowing that would have been the consequence of coming home with a visible mating mark.

“I don’t think that would have been a bad thing,” Falcon murmurs, pining me against the door as he leans in to kiss me.

His free hand strokes the lump in my shorts as his tongue slides into my mouth.

My moans are stifled as he works his fingers over my shaft, forcing my cock to harden.

His hand slips in through the hole in front of my boxers, and his grip on my dick is like a vice.

He breaks our kiss to squeeze my cock and hear me groan.

“Where do you want my mark?” he asks, gazing at the mark Robin gave me a little higher than she probably should have, on the right side of my throat.

“Anywhere you want to give it,” I offer, craning my throat slightly.

He leans in and I see his teeth sharpen as he gets closer.