Page 37 of Broken Beta


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Mine, tandem voices in my head purred as firm hands slid further up into my robe, loosening the tie and making the fabric grow slack around my body.

A tug of tingling warmth rippled down the thin thread of our bond and I shuddered against Elio, realizing that I was feeling the echoes of his pleasure and he must be feeling mine as well.

For once I wished I could speak with him normally to ask him how he was feeling even though our hands were otherwise busy.

I wondered what his growl sounded like or if he would talk dirty like the men in the stash of romance novels I kept under my bed did.

Would he moan if I touched him right?

Despite the heat collected in the lower part of my stomach, I found myself feeling a bit disappointed.

Elio pulled his lips away from mine, his dark brows drawing together with concern as I felt him give our bond a questioning tug.

I hurried to offer him what I hoped was a comforting smile and trailed my fingers down from his jaw and into the top of his shirt, pushing it down his back and away from his body.

Deciding to worry about my own limitations later on, I inhaled Elio’s sweet, kiwi scent and shrugged my way fully out of my robe, letting it fall away from my shoulders until I was sitting nude in his lap.

Dark eyes slid down in between us, taking in my form in the dim light of the bedroom. They warmed imperceptibly. Elio liked what he saw.

The realization made me giddy.

His rough hands grasped one of my breasts, his thumb firmly swiping past my stiff nipple and making me squirm from the sensation.

Bringing my hands up between us, I tapped my fingers together.

‘More,’I signed with a surprisingly confident smirk.

I had been waiting for years for this moment and I couldn’t wait anymore.

Elio gave me a firm nod before nudging me off of his lap so he could get rid of his pants.

Glancing at the bed, I noticed the stack of nesting materials that the hotel must have left for us and I picked at it musingly.

The biological imperative to create a nest had faded somewhat in the weeks since coming home from the hospital. One of the nurses had given me reading material about nesting and it had summarized the urge to create a nest for an alpha like an undeniable itch that needed to be scratched.

And, sure, I seemed to appreciate the softness of things more now that I sometimes felt as if I wanted to jump straight out of my skin thanks to the side effects from whatever that crazy scientist did to me, but even still I had long since lost the urge to ‘arrange’.

I jumped when a pair of strong arms wrapped around me as Elio pulled me flush against his muscular chest.

Being so intimate like this would definitely take some getting used to. At this point in my life most people avoided coming up behind me and I tended to hug walls during the few times I actually went out into public to avoid being snuck up on.

A hint of discomfort filled me but it melted away almost immediately as Elio’s scent filled my nose and his lips pressed into the column of my neck right over my pulse.

He was fully naked now. I could feel the rough pull of his chest hair on my back… and the hard length pressing into my spine.

Turning my head so I could see his face, I found his normally neutral features twisted with impatience and need—the same feelings I found rippling down our bond.

Long fingers slid down my body and in between my thighs. I felt my breathing stutter as he pressed a fingertip to my swollen core.

My hands shot down to grip his arm, whether to pull it away or hold it there I wasn’t completely sure.

The need for him to go slow with me for my first time and the desire for him to stretch me around his fingers warred inside of my mind.

For once, the two voices that I now recognized as the alpha and omega parts of myself seemed to be arguing with each other.

The omega part wanted to be treated with a softness—with purrs and gentle nips. But the alpha part? The alpha part wanted to tear Elio’s skin away and burrow inside of his ribs and wanted him to do the same to me.

It was completely confusing my rational mind as Elio’s fingers slipped deep inside of me and curled upward.