Page 18 of Suddenly His Alpha

Tulla stood up a little straighter. “I am.”

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Moments later, Tulla entered the judge’s offices and saw his parents there. He lifted his stare and saw Beckett. They were kept on opposite sides of the room, far from one another, but still, Tulla could feel the beginning gnaw of need low in his belly. A growl came from Beckett as the mating agreement was read. Tulla could barely listen to anything the judge said. All he could do was watch Beckett and simmer in his own want.

Slick eased from him, wetting his ass. It quickly began to flow freely, and he scented it on the air. Mortification hit hard, as he knew both his father and Beckett’s could likely smell his need. Beckett surely did.

He rose from his chair and made a lunge toward Tulla.

Tulla gasped, the powerful need gripping him. Again, he felt the same need he’d felt at the dance. To strip naked then and there, going down on all fours, and offering himself to his alpha. They were both held back by members of the guard.

After the papers had been signed and the bonding ceremony performed by one of the judges, they were quickly whisked to a room off the conference space.

Inside was simply a bed.

Before the door was closed, Beckett was on him. Clothes were torn, the rending sound of fabric filling the air. Once he was near naked, Tulla went to his hands and knees, his slick easing freely from his ass. Beckett knelt behind him… yet paused.

Tulla looked over one shoulder to see the alpha’s shaking hands trying to open a condom wrapper. He writhed against the head of Beckett’s cock, the contact heat much too strong for him to worry about protection. “Please,” he moaned.

Beckett laid a palm on Tulla’s back. “I’m trying to protect you,” he growled.

“Fill me… Tulla whispered. “I don’t care.”

But Beckett didn’t listen. Once he was finally sheathed, he quickly moved into position and filled him in one, thick stroke. A moan of completion rose from their lips. They paused together for a moment, which allowed Tulla a few seconds to grow accustomed to the thickness inside him. And then Beckett’s hand wound within his long hair and the man began to move—slowly at first, but soon the strokes were fierce and heavy with lust.

He loved every minute of it, his alpha’s cock better than any toy he’d used to sate his need. He moaned with every powerful thrust and gasped when Beckett lifted them both off the floor and placed Tulla onto the bed.

The alpha continued his sensual assault on Tulla’s greedy body. They moved about the bed, changing positions every few minutes, until finally, Tulla straddled the alpha.

“I like this,” he whispered before riding Beckett’s hard staff.

“I thought you would,” Beckett growled out before taking Tulla’s cock in hand.

They writhed together, holding one another’s gazes, until they soon came. He felt the swelling of Beckett’s knot, binding them as one, and it only made the orgasm hit even harder. They were then fully bound, linked physically and by law.

Beckett came with a roar, filling him. Once he crested, Tulla collapsed against his mate, spent and boneless. By the time the alpha had nearly caught his breath, his knot was still swollen. He pulled slightly, but there was no give. They were locked.

“Are you okay?” Beckett asked, cupping Tulla’s cheek. “I wasn’t too hard on you, was I?”

It had been a rough taking, but he’d already been warned time and time again to expect the first ones to be more animalistic, as neither of them would be able to control the lusts driving them. He’d actually liked it, but then, that might’ve been the instinct, too.

Omegas were biologically submissive, in most cases. Even as he’d argued days before that he didn’t want to yield, he’d been a slave to the feeling. He gazed into Beckett’s eyes, sensing he’d be okay with the alpha he’d been linked to. “No. It was wonderful.” He caressed the back of Beckett’s hand. “Thank you for thinking of the condom.”

His alpha smiled. “We haven’t even had time to discuss children.”

Discuss children?Tulla frowned, confused. Wasn’t children the whole reason they were mated?

Beckett glanced around the room. “What a romantic place we have for our first time.” It was the barest of spaces. A bed. A tiny table with fabric folded on it. And a small door led into a bathroom—for them to clean up afterwards. There were no windows, no artwork, nothing. They hadn’t designed this space for romance.

“We can find somewhere better for the next one.”

The alpha caressed his cheek. “I just need you… butyoudeserve better than this.”

“Just having you works for me, too.”

The alpha smiled. “You know, we never got to finish that dance,” Beckett whispered, as the knot began to fade.

Tulla glanced around the room, already knowing he’d find nothing. “There’s no music in here.”

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