Page 75 of Believe it or Knot

I could almost believe he wants to keep me.

I push the thought away as he strokes one hand down the center of my chest to the waistband of my shorts, hooking one finger under the elastic and running it back and forth. “May I?” His voice is a low growl that sends another shiver of excitement over me.

“Yes,” I say, sounding far too husky. “Please do.”

He smirks at me and kisses me again, before pressing up to kneel next to me, giving himself space to peel the fabric down my hips and off my body all together. Then he leans back on his heels and runs his hungry gray gaze over every inch of my exposed skin.

“Fuck,” he says, sounding awed. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Sorrel. Better than anything my imagination could come up with.”

I fight the embarrassment that wants to swamp me, because he can’t possibly mean that. Not with the women he and his pack have been with. I know for a fact they’ve been connected to at least three lingerie models who are all curvy, perfectly formed examples of the female form. And I can’t imagine that I’m better than them.

I know I’m not.

Gray doesn’t seem bothered by my silence as he reaches for the first dildo in the box. I frown as he positions himself between my legs, still fully clothed. “Are you not…” Gray eyes flick up to meet mine.

“Am I not what, sweet thing?”

“You’re still wearing all of your clothes.”

He nods. “I am. This is about you, about training your body to take an alpha, take their knot. I’m worried if I get naked I’ll forget what we’re doing, how important it is for your health and safety. With my clothes on, I’ll at least have a few moments to try to remember that before I impale you on my cock.”

My thighs try to squeeze together at his words, but he’s between them, so instead they just flex against his shoulders. A smirk curls his lips. “You like that, little beta? The idea of me losing control and pounding into you, using you for my own pleasure?”

I whimper. He growls.

“Let’s see just how much, hmm?” I shiver as a finger trails through my folds, tickling over my clit, but not giving me any of the friction my body is craving, then down to my core, carefully sliding inside me, slowly. So slowly.

I moan and so does he. “Fuck, Sorrel. I thought we might need to use lube for this, but you’re soaked, aren’t you?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Is this all for me, sweet thing? Do I turn you on that much?” He pulls his finger out and then slowly slides it back in again.

“Yes, Gray, alpha. I’m so wet for you. All for you.” I’m already babbling and he’s hardly even touched me. I have no doubt by the time Gray is done with ‘training’ me, my brain will be nothing more than blissed out goo.

It only gets worse when he pulls his finger out of my clenching channel and sucks it into his mouth, gray eyes burning into me as he licks my essence off his skin like a starving man. “You taste as good as Liam does, Sorrel. You sure you aren’t an omega?”

My chest clenches, and there’s a momentary cooling of my arousal at his words. I know he meant nothing by it, but I can’t help the ache that forms in my chest that I’m not an omega. That I can’t just take his knot without this, without training my body, stretching it to accommodate them. I wish I could. I wish I could do that for them, but that’s why they have Liam. He’s their omega. And I’m filling a different role.

Which, I’m still not even sure what that is. What they want from me.

“No, I’m a beta,” I say with my chin tipping up, almost defiantly. Like I’m daring him to decide I’m not worth the time he’s going to spend on this, on giving me a chance to take him inside my body completely.

He stares at me for a moment, finger still in his mouth, before his gaze softens and he leans over me, bracing one hand on the bed next to my head, holding his weight so he can bend down to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his tongue, faint though the flavor may be.

“That you are,” he murmurs to my lips. “And a perfect one at that.”

Perfect. He doesn’t mean it.

I know he doesn’t. But it doesn’t stop the word for hooking into my heart and yanking painfully.

“Now,” he says gently. “Shall we start your training, little beta?”

I give a jerky nod and his eyes narrow. Words, Sorrel. I need your words. “Yes, alpha.”

He smiles, and it’s blinding. “Good girl.”

In a flash, he’s back, kneeling between my legs. He looks up at me. “You’ve taken an alpha before?”

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