Beck’s brows knit together. “About what?”
About being left out.
About watching our pack literally change right before our eyes.
About how Grason and I were fucking assholes who didn’t hesitate for a second before plowing straight over you to get to an omega.
But I don’t say any of that.
“About Tansy,” I say. “Grason and I didn’t exactly ask you how you felt about claiming an omega before we did it. I’m really sorry we didn’t talk to you first. If you’re upset or?—”
“Oh, no!” Beck says quickly. “I’m not upset at all!” He moves to me, pressing a hand to my chest. “Iwantan omega.” He holds my gaze like heneedsme to believe him.“I’m really happy that Tansy is here.”
I search his big blue eyes, like the truth might be written somewhere inside them. “Are you sure? You seem really off. You know you can talk to me.”
“I know.” He exhales slowly as he looks away, then he huffs out a short, embarrassed laugh. “It’s…uh…it’s really stupid.”
“Hey.” I place a finger under his chin, tilting his head up. “Nothing you say is stupid. Ever.”
He gives me a shy smile, cheeks going pink. “I’ve just been,” his voice drops to a whisper, “really horny. Like, distractingly so. Which makes no sense. I’m a beta. This isn’t—” he gestures vaguely at himself, flustered, “normal for me.”
My interest snaps to attention. The ache I’ve been fighting all day tightens, shifts, becomes something hot and keen instead of miserable.
Beck has been stressed,I remind myself.Don’t fucking jump him.
I keep my face neutral and my voice even, not wanting to overwhelm him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Beck lets out a shaky breath, rubbing his upper arm. "I'm just... really frustrated," he admits, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m kind of dying,” his vibrant eyes flicker up to me, all shy and sweet, “to be touched.”
And something inside me breaks.
I reach out and grip Beck's wrist, yanking him to me. The beta gasps when he hits my chest, forcing him to tip his head all the way back to see my face.
“You need to be touched?” I move my hand to cup the back of his neck, my fingers tangling in the soft hair at his nape.
"Yes," he whispers again, the sound all breathy like he's on the verge of panting. “Please, alpha. Please, touch me.”
And that’s all it takes.
I crush my mouth to his.
There's no gentleness in the kiss, no slow build.
I claim his mouth with a raw, primal urgency, pouring every ounce of the dominance he begs for into the press of my lips.
Beck is too shocked to respond at first, his body going rigid against mine. His lips are so fucking soft, slowly opening with a timid gasp. My tongue delves into his mouth, stroking against his, claiming the warm, wet space as my own.
He makes a muffled, startled sound, but I don't let up.
Fisting his hair, I tilt his head, angling him to deepen the kiss, to consume him.
Desperate, I press closer, my body a hard line against his smaller, softer one. Then a low growl rumbles up frommy chest. I don't pull back to speak, I push the words directly into his mouth, a filthy promise against his tongue. "You're going to take everything I give you, aren't you, Beckett?"
All at once, the rigid tension in Beck’s body dissolves, replaced by a trembling, desperate need. A choked sound escapes his throat, and then he's kissing me back.
It’s like a dam breaking.
His hands, which had been limp at his sides, fly up to clutch at my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin through my shirt. He surges against me, no longer passive but an eager, willing participant. His tongue, shy and unsure at first, slides against mine, quickly matching my intensity.
