Page 18 of Her Beta

“I want to see your body swollen with my baby. Do you want that too, Evette?” I asked, whispering into her lips.

“Yes, Leyton. Fill me. Please.”

I groaned, tossing her onto her back before ripping the white shirt off her. She gasped but quickly stopped when my tongue wrapped around her nipple.

“Now, what am I going to do without a shirt?” she giggled.

“I’ve got more. I have whatever you need. Forever.”

“Forever,” she murmured back, gripping my shaft.

“Let’s make a baby,” I whispered, pressing the head of my cock against her swollen pussy.

She greedily pushed forward, enveloping me in her wet heat.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” I murmured, pumping slowly inside her.

“So do you,” she whispered before crushing her lips to mine.

I gripped her hips, matching her movements as I continued to massage her tongue with mine.

Something was different about this time. She knew she was my mate when I took her the first time and had even asked me to mark her. But this…this was making love.

With each movement, my entire body felt like it was on fire.

Her sweet little moans broke apart our kisses, and I felt her pick up the pace underneath me.

“So close,” she whimpered.

“Let me help you with that.” Reaching between us, I pressed my thumb to her swollen clit as I continued pumping in and out of her.

“Yes! Oh yes! YES,” she screamed, her body rocking against mine as I felt her wetness pooling out of her and onto my cock and thighs.

“Now give me another. I want you to open up so I can fill you with my come,” I commanded, picking up the pace of my movements as I added another finger to rub her swollen clit.

Her eyes widened as she gripped hard onto my shoulders. I kept my heated gaze locked on hers as I felt my body shudder.

“I love you, Evette,” I moaned as I spilled inside her, finally giving voice to the three little words that I had felt since the moment I laid eyes on her. It might not be the most romantic way of sharing my feelings with my fated mate, but she didn’t seem to mind the timing of my spontaneous confession.

“And I love you, Leyton,” she cried, her wetness coating me.

I pushed a few more times into her, making sure she was able to milk every last drop of come from my cock. Looking down at our sweaty bodies, still attached, I ran my hand over her belly, tracing the line of freckles.

“I hope our cubs have these,” I whispered.

She giggled. “My freckles?”

“Yeah. They were one of the first things I noticed about you.”

“Really?”

I nodded.

“I hope they have your smile,” she said softly, running her fingers up and down my arms.

“Fate willing, we’ll be holding them in our arms in the not-so-distant future,” I said, leaning down and kissing her flat stomach.

“Soon,” she agreed.