Harper’s [POV]
He leaves cash on the table, then takes me by the hand, leading me outside.
We barely make it to his car.
He pushes me up against it and brings his lips frantically to mine.
Oh, my god.
Grey kisses thoroughly, with an expert approach.
But Beau kisses me desperately, letting out a slight whimper in my mouth, his tongue chasing mine.
His body engulfs me, and his erection pushes against my stomach through his pants.
When he finally pulls away, we’re both breathing deeply.
“Is this alright?” he whispers, his eyes dark with lust.
I nod. “Yes. Please don’t stop.”
“Oh, thank fuck.”
His lips are on mine again, his tongue in my mouth, thoroughly tasting me. I moan and arch my back, pushing up against him, grinding against his length.
He growls.
My body is a live wire, my skin flushed and warm as I hitch my leg over his hip, forcing my clothed cunt closer to him. His hand flies to my ass, pressing me against him, and he rocks us slowly.
“God,” he whispers. “You’re so beautiful like this, baby. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
You’re not his. No matter what he says, you’re still a Beta.
“Yours,” I murmur. “Yours, Alpha.”
His breathing stutters into a loan moan.
It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I commit it to memory, knowing one day I’ll use it to bring myself to a violent orgasm.
I hear distant chatter and realize that we’re close enough to the restaurant to draw attention. We pull away from each other reluctantly, and Beau’s eyes widen.
“Let me taste you,” he breathes, his lips moving to my neck. “Say I can taste you.”
My head swims.
“Of course,” I whisper.
“Tell me I can taste you anywhere,” he begs as his tongue finds its way down my neck and to the sensitive spot where my bruise is.
He tongues it gently, and I moan, unable to keep my voice down. The skin there is unbelievably sensitive, and every time Beau’s lips touch it, my clit throbs.
He chuckles against me, and I’m breathless by the time he stops. I barely register him opening the backseat and helping me into the spacious area of his car.
I lie on my back as he shuts the door behind us. The car light stays on, and he quirks an eyebrow and huffs in laughter as he leans over me.
“Is this okay?” he breathes, his pupils blown with lust.
I nod, smiling. “Yes.”
“I’m sorry, I just can’t wait,” he whispers, kissing me gently.
I’m grateful that his backseat is so spacious because he’s able to tug down my jeans and panties, exposing my soaked core to him. He looks down between us, his mouth falling open as he stares at my cunt.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so wet. My God, baby.”
His fingers trace down to my slit, his eyes burning into mine as he runs the pad of a finger onto my clit. “Ah, there it is,” he murmurs, as I squirm.
“I’m ruining your backseat,” I joke weakly, as the wet spot grows and I jerk under his touch.
“No, you’reblessingit,” he promises, kissing the tip of my nose, his finger still running gentle circles over my clit. “I want everything of mine covered in your slick.”
Slick.
Wait. Isn’t that only for Omegas?
“Will you bless my face now, baby?” He asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I look up at him, my breathing heavy. “What?”
“Please,” he whispers above me. “Sit on my face.”
My brain short-circuits.
“You want me to what?”
He gives me a crooked grin. “Smother me,” he murmurs. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you.”
I return his smile as he helps me kick off my jeans and panties, tossing them to the floor. He maneuvers us so he’s lying on his back and hoists me so I’m directly above him. My thighs straddle his head and I face the direction of his crotch, eyeing the erection that presses against his pants. I moan, rocking back and forth, my hips inches above him.
I need to come. Desperately.
“Don’t be afraid, I can take it,” he murmurs from under me, his breath tickling my inner thighs. “You can do it, Princess. Just relax and sit.”
I lower myself onto his face all the way, my cunt dripping obscenely.
The growl he gives me is almost enough to send me over the edge. His tongue finds my clit immediately, and he licks and sucks at me until I thrust my hips back and forth, my pussy dripping onto him.
Then, I start to bounce.
He mumbles something which sounds a lot like “fuck” as I use him, rubbing my most intimate part against his lips. His hands grip my waist, forcing me down onto him, smearing my wetness all over his face.
I’m close to coming already. My breath comes in gasps, and I can’t stop the cries that escape my mouth.
He eats me out like it’s his thousandth time doing it. He knows exactly what I like, and where to lick, suck, and flick to send me over the edge.
I try to focus and do anything to keep myself from combusting, but then his hand reaches up to cup my breast and pulls gently at my nipple.
I scream and slam my cunt down on him, grinding and rubbing until my wetness soaks him.
But he doesn’t stop. In response, he flicks my clit, moaning into me as I spasm.
How can he breathe?!
“Beau, Beau, please,” I choke out, as wave after wave of pleasure floods me. Eventually, I can’t hold myself up any longer, and I collapse on him, my head near his much-neglected crotch.
My mouth waters as I stare at the outline of his massive cock.
I move my hips away from his face and hear him take in a deep breath, letting out a chuckle after he’s received enough oxygen.
“Did I kill you?” I whisper. I want to touch him and make him come apart.
But a wave of fatigue hits me, and I close my eyes, unable to find the energy.
“You could only save my life, Princess, not kill me,” he murmurs, pressing one last kiss to my labia.
“Do you want me to” I reach out and grip him, but he gently pats me on my thigh.
“This was about you, Harper. Believe me, it satisfied me more than you’ll know.”
“Maybe you just have a face-sitting kink.”
He chuckles. “Maybe. Or just you kink.”
I smile. “If you say so,” I chuckle.
He helps me sit up and redress, then retrieves a water bottle and washcloth from his trunk. He wipes the sweat from my face, kisses my brow, then cleans himself off.
It’s incredibly thoughtful, just like everything else Beau does.
He helps me into the front passenger seat, and we drive back.
As we enter the inn, Charlotte, Grey, and James are standing in the front room, all three in a heated conversation. But they fall silent when they see us.
Grey gives Beau a sharp look, and James raises an eyebrow at him.
Charlotte gives me a thin-lipped smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
Despite my post-orgasm bliss, I can sense something is wrong.
“Everything okay?” I ask her, and she nods, refusing to make eye contact.
The tension is palpable in the room as Beau releases my hand and clears his throat. Grey continues to glare daggers at him, but James turns his attention toward me.
“Hi gorgeous,” he purrs. “Have a nice time?”
“Yes, I did,” I murmur. “What are you all up to?”
The tension only thickens.
Whatever conversation they were having is none of my business.
Frankly, I’m exhausted, and when they act secretive, I know it’s my cue to leave.
But first, I need to figure out what Charlotte gave me.
“By the way, Charlotte?” I ask. “Can you tell me what kind of medicine I had last night? I want to see if I can pick some up at the pharmacy.”
Everyone freezes and Grey takes in a sharp breath.
Charlotte pales and still doesn’t look at me.
What the hell?
The alarms are no longer in the back of my brain.
They’re in the forefront, the red flags so bright and crimson they’re all I can focus on.
No one moves, and I look between the four of them, trying to figure out exactly what thefuckis going on.
“Charlotte?” I try again.
She looks stricken as she walks over to her reception desk and opens a drawer.
“I’m sorry, Harper,” she says sadly, as pills rattle in a bottle.
Sorry for what?
She places the container in my hand, and I frown at the generic label. I twist open the cap and the contents fall into my hand.
I hold my breath, staring at the medication Charlotte gave me.
And stare. And stare.
“What is this?” I ask, my voice devoid of emotion.
The room is silent, everyone watching me until Wilson trots in, his poofy high tail flicking happily. He jumps onto the reception desk and sits, his green eyes staring at me, just like everyone else.
I’m holding the same shape pills Michael gave me, albeit a different color.
For an insane moment, I think he’s here, that somehow, he gave them to Charlotte, and he’s going to drag me away.
“They’re suppressants, honey,” Charlotte says quietly.
It doesn’t compute. She might as well be speaking a different language.
“What?”
My ears ring, and my hand goes numb. The pills scatter onto the floor, rolling everywhere.
I watch as they travel along the hardwood, stopping at James’s steel-toed boots. The white cap spins further, rolling loudly until it lands somewhere near the fireplace.
“You’re an Omega, Harper.” Charlotte’s voice is somewhere far away.
I’m an Omega.