Page 15 of Suddenly His Alpha

“Is it veiny? Smooth? Is it dark red, or pink, or purple? I need to get my fantasies right in my mind.”

“Don’t you want to save a few surprises for the moment we bond?” Beckett asked.

“Maybe, but you can give me a little hint, can’t you?”

Beckett stared down at himself again. “A little veiny. Mostly reddish-pink, but the head is a little darker.” He stroked a few more times, hissing in anguish. “Now, tell me about yours.”

“Don’t you want to save a few surprises for our bonding?” Tulla spat back at him.

“No, no. I told you, you tell me,” he whispered. “Fair is fair, my omega.”

A mewling sound came through the other end. “Say it again.”

“Which part?” He knew which part, but he wanted to make absolutely sure.

“Youknow,” Tulla said coyly. There wasn’t a coy bone in his omega’s body.

He grinned between strokes of his cock. “My omega,” he whispered huskily.

A moan came through the phone, and Beckett growled in response.

“Are you wet for me, my omega?”

Heavy breathing filled his ear.

“Yesss.”

“Do you have a toy?” Beckett asked lowly.

“One I already abused all night long.”

Beckett was jealous of a sex toy for the first time in his life. “Grab it… tease that tight hole of yours… the one I’m soon going to claim. Just press it against your ass and slide it over and over—but don’t you dare slide it in.”

He listened to the sounds of pleasure Tulla made and wished it was his cock… his mouth… his hands… that was drawing that kind of desire from his omega.

“Feel good?” he asked, almost to breathless to speak.

“Yeah, my alpha. I need it in me… no… I needyouin me.”

My alpha.His cock quivered when he heard it. “Not yet,” he murmured, sensing Tulla was close to the edge. He stroked his own cock a few more times, pushing himself closer to the abyss, too. When he knew he was nearly there, he spoke again. “Now, baby. Slide it in.”

He heard the catch in Tulla’s voice when the toy was plunged deep.

“Oh gods…Beckett…”

“Ride that shaft… imagine it’s me.” Beckett pinched the base of his cock and held his breath, scared he’d come too soon. Once he held it back and had a little control again, he focused on the cries coming from Tulla’s lips.

Lips he wanted to kiss again… he was starved for his omega.

When he heard Tulla’s breaths coming in quick, broken spurts, he knew his mate was close. “Come for me, Tulla.”

One last gasp crossed the line before silence reigned.

And then the most satisfying sound hit his ear. Tulla cried out his name. It pushed Beckett over the edge, and he spurted onto his belly and hand, as he heard the omega cresting. He shuddered and cried out, wishing he had Tulla there to comfort and hold close.

As their orgasms faded and they silently remained on the phone, breathing heavily, there was a tiny hint of awkwardness between them.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Tulla murmured.

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