I look up to see Beck staring right at me, his blue eyes sharp with concern. He's propped up on his elbow, Grason rubbing his hip in slow, soothing circles.
"Nothing," I say, hesitating for only a second. "I'm fine."
But Beck knowsme too well.
The beta glances from my face to the circle of serious alphas, then back to me. "Did all the sexy vibes just get sucked out of the room?" he asks, his voice a soft, gentle tease.
A small, nervous laugh escapes me, and I bite my bottom lip, nodding. "A little bit," I admit. "It feels like we're planning a corporate takeover instead of...well, this."
A slow smile spreads across Beck's face. "Well, we can't have that," he says, his eyes twinkling. "Let me help." He shifts, moving away from Grason and crawling toward me, his movements lithe and graceful.
He stops beside me, his hand coming out to gently cup my cheek. "Focus on me for a second, okay?" he whispers. "Forget these idiots and their plan of attack and just feel this."
And then he leans in and kisses me, a soft, sweet, gentle kiss that tastes of comfort and beta reassurance.
It's exactly what I need.
Mating Tansy
Beck
Tansy’s lipsare so soft.
They taste like honey and the lingering flavor of Cass.
I pour every ounce of desire for my omega I have into that kiss, trying to chase away the clinical chill that's settled over the nest. I feel her sigh against my mouth, a small, shuddering release of tension, and I know it's working.
My hands slide from her cheeks, down the smooth, warm skin of her back, until they're gripping her plush hips. She's still tied to Cass, his cock still buried inside her, but I need her.
I tighten my grip, ready to lift the omega, and I feel Cass move beneath us, understanding my intent without a word. Together, we lift her, my hands and his strength working together as we pull her off his lap and into my arms.
Tansy gasps into my mouth as his cock slides out of her, leaving her suddenly empty, but I don't give her time tothink about it. I don't break the kiss. I just guide her, turning us until her back is to the nest. And then I lower her, my body following hers down until she's lying on the soft blankets, my mouth never leaving hers.
The air around us shifts.
The serious mood evaporates, replaced by a thick, heavy wave of lust. I can feel it from all of them. Warren's low growl, Grason's sharp inhale, and Cass's possessive gaze burning into us.
I pull back just enough to look at Tansy, her lips swollen from my kiss, her brown eyes dark with renewed desire.
“Is that better, omega?” I whisper, my thumb stroking her hip.
"Beck," she breathes, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair. “Kiss me again.”
“Yes, ma’am," I murmur, and then my mouth is on hers, deeper this time, my tongue sweeping into her mouth as my body settles over hers. The heat is back, ten times hotter than before.
That's when her hand slips between our bodies, her fingers finding my cock. It’s still soft and sensitive from my recent orgasm, but the blood flow is slowly returning.
I hum against her lips, a little shocked at the jolt of pure lust that shoots through me. I usually need a little time to recover, a few minutes to let the hypersensitivity fade. But right now, with Tansy’s hands on me, my body is responding with a primal need to be inside her, to claim my place in this sacred ritual.
“You feel amazing,” she whispers as her slim fingers wrap around my shaft, slowly jerking me back to full hardness. The feel of her touch is exquisite, a firm, confident stroke that sends sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
I can feel myself thickening in her grip, growing harderwith every pass of her thumb over the sensitive head. It's intoxicating, the way she touches me, the way she knows exactly what I need.
“Please.” Tansy guides my now-hard cock to her entrance, the head nudging against her slick, swollen folds.
I pull back from the kiss, my forehead resting against hers, our breath mingling in the charged air between us.
"Fuck me, Beck," she whispers, her voice a raw, desperate plea. "Please. Fuck me."
