Page 13 of Suddenly His Alpha

His father waved a hand. “Let the alphas discuss things, son.”

Tulla’s jaw tightened. Before he could argue, the door opened and two uniformed betas stood in the opening.

“Ready to go?” one asked.

“I suppose I am. I’m just a silly omega with no opinions on my own mating.”

“Tulla,” his father murmured behind him as he left.

He stalked out—and for one second—he caught a glimpse of Beckett inside the room adjacent his. The door opened as he walked by, and he saw his alpha’s silver stare coming his way. The instinct slammed into him.

My alpha!

He tried to turn and speak to Beckett, but he was hauled away by the two guards. Writhing in their grip, he fought to be closer. On they marched, until the need calmed. Frustrated, Tulla yanked himself out of their grasp and walked inside the cage they created around him. Muffled music from the ballroom grew louder as they walked.

Just moments before, he and Beckett been inside, dancing in one another’s arms. Now, he felt more like a prisoner, yanked from the little bit of happiness he’d found.

The cold air hit his face when they exited the community center, and it helped calm him some and cool his desire. His footsteps crunched through the path. Snow fell from above, big, fat wet flakes that quickly picked up speed. In all his rushing out, he’d neglected to grab his warm coat.

“I forgot my coat,” he said to the guards.

“Too late. We’ll have it sent over in the morning,” one spat, urging him on.

Tulla wrapped his arms around himself, but soon felt something wrapping around him from behind. He stopped and turned to see Beckett standing behind him, smiling.

“You forgot something.”

Tulla smiled up at the alpha, but then noticed four beta guards chasing behind him. They surrounded Beckett, ready and waiting to drag them apart again—and his guards thrust themselves between the pair.

Another round of heat filled Tulla. “Th-th-thank you,” he struggled to spit out, his long-gone stutter suddenly reappearing.

Beckett lifted a hand, but before it scarcely caressed Tulla’s face, he was pulled back toward the community center by his guards.

Tulla took a step toward him, only to feel a strong arm like a steel band wrap around his chest. “You’ll be with him soon enough,” the guard murmured.

The long walk away was like torture. Not long after, Tulla made it to the boarding house. After his guards had notified the house papa and departed, Tulla raced up to his room. He stood in the center of the tiny space, the walls closing in. Never had it felt smaller.

His body still throbbed with need. The ache gnawed on him. He was coated in his slick and wanted Beckett. Lying in his bed, he tried to sleep, but it was all in vain. Dick hard and body thrumming, he reached down to caress himself. Before he stroked himself more than once, he licked his hand and used it to lube his palm.

Closing his eyes, he imagined Beckett—just the way the alpha had gazed down at him on the dancefloor. Lust had simmered in his eyes and driven Tulla insane. He writhed on the bed, alone, wishing his alpha was there to sate the need pounding in his veins. After reaching into his nightstand, he gathered the dildo he used to ease his heats.

Tulla’s ass was coated in his slick, ready for Beckett to take him. The dildo would have to do. He eased it into his body, moaning into the pillow as it filled him. Trembling, he paused a moment, overwhelmed by the level of his need.

He’d experienced heats since the age of sixteen. He’d been on Heat Repress ever since, yet that never truly stopped the need. What he was feeling then? It was so far past anything he’d ever felt. After a moment, he began sliding the toy in and out, and pressing his face into the pillow. The paper-thin walls gave him no privacy, but when they were all in the midst of their heat at the same time, it mattered little. That night, he was off-cycle and anyone in the house could listen in on him pleasuring himself.

Rolling his face, he let out a moan, uncaring. He’d found his alpha and let them all know. Let them all hear how much he wanted. Driving the dildo deep, he envisioned the moment Beckett would claim him, and he screamed his release.

Shaking on the mattress in the aftermath, he drew in as much air as his lungs would allow. Once he caught his breath, he felt the need still simmering below. He’d taken a little of the edge off, but not enough to bring him peace.

Damn the gods… let this negotiating pass quickly… or I might die before it’s over.

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Beckett’s head tumbled back, a roar on his lips as he pumped his hand over his cock for the billionth time. He fell into his bed,stillnot sated. Without his omega to claim, his body was driving him into madness. He needed…. All Beckett could think about was bonding with Tulla and knotting within the omega, locking them as one.

He hated focusing on that one thing. There had been more to Tulla’s allure than something simply physical… but it was hard to think of anything else. The lust burned in his veins, enslaving him to that need.

At that point, he’d masturbated at least a half dozen times and he still wanted. Turning toward the bedroom window, he saw the faint gray light of sunrise and groaned. Work came early, especially when he had to get to the jobsite. He was heading up the building of five new cottages in the Beta Quadrant. On top of that, he’d be completely unfocusedandexhausted—in a dangerous spot where he needed his full attention.

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