Page 8 of Suddenly His Alpha

Beckett pressed a kiss to Tulla’s earlobe. “I was an embarrassed boy who couldn’t forgive you for shaming me. Thankfully, I’m no longer a boy…” His warm breath spread along Tulla’s ear and neck, making it harder to concentrate. “I’m a man. A man who now begs your forgiveness. A man willing to doanythingto get it.”

More of Tulla’s slick eased from him, and he trembled against the alpha, completely lost to the overpowering emotions compromising him.

“Do you forgive me, Tulla?” he murmured deeply before he lifted his head to gaze down into Tulla’s eyes.

“Do you want that forgiveness simply because some ancient instinct makes you want me?”

Beckett half-smiled, glancing over Tulla’s head a moment before looking back down. “You feel it, too, then?”

Tulla drew in a breath, trying to calm his raging body. As close as they danced, the hot breath whispering over his earlobe… the alpha’s scent… it was all doing damage to his self-control. “I do. You know I do… but that doesn’t answer my question, Beckett.”

Beckett closed his eyes. “Say it again.”

Tulla frowned. “What?”

“My name. Say it again,” Beckett whispered huskily against his ear.

Tulla turned and lifted his lips to Beckett’s ear again, more of the alpha’s musky scent filling his nose. “Beckett… now answer my question.”

Beckett chuckled, his body bouncing against him. He lowered his lips to Tulla’s ear and barely grazed them over the shell. “I would hope I’m mature enough that I would’ve asked for that forgiveness regardless of what you are to me.”

What you are to me… Tulla closed his eyes, the room spinning slightly. He clutched ahold of Beckett a little tighter… and felt the man’s arms slipping around him more.

He melted into Beckett, lost within the man’s stare.

The alpha lowered his head again, whispering against Tulla’s ear. The fine hairs on the back of Tulla’s neck rose, and beads of sweat formed there.

“So… am I forgiven?”

Tulla pulled back slightly in Beckett’s arms. He looked up into the alpha’s earnest eyes and saw how much the man wanted that forgiveness. Though, there was really nothing to forgive. Beckett had been a silly boy and it was now apparent he was a much different man.

“Yes,” he mouthed.

Without another word, Beckett’s head swept down and the alpha captured his mouth in a ravenous kiss. Beckett hungrily lapped at Tulla’s lips, making him shake even more. The instinct fully kicked in, and all Tulla could see was himself prone and naked on the floor, begging Beckett to take him then and there. He didn’t care if the whole room watched them… he simply… wanted.

A moan escaped his lips seconds before he felt himself being pushed through the crowd. His back hit the wall behind him, Beckett’s big, muscled body pressing close.

He rolled his hips, and Tulla could feel the thick imprint of the alpha’s cock pressed against him. “Yesss,” he hissed, hungry to feel that shaft filling him deep. “I want you, alpha. Take me.” He swallowed another moan. “Please.”

“Do you want me to fill you with my seed, my omega?” Beckett asked lowly, his voice changed… almost animal in nature. “Do you want my child growing inside you?”

In the back of his mind, Tulla knew it was only the instinct speaking. When alphas and omegas were in the throes of passion, they spoke these words to goad the other’s desire—or so he’d been told. He’d struggled to understand how it could happen, how words could flow freely without conscious thought. How these words could enflame another, especially when he didn’t want an alpha. Now he felt the impact and fully comprehended it. Tulla had found his alpha and had gone into heat… and now his alpha was in going into rut.

He should’ve been afraid.

He wasn’t.

He wanted just as much. Heneededto feel Beckett inside him. He needed to be bound and locked to his alpha…

“Yesss,” Tulla hissed again, and he yielded to the alpha’s strength.

Suddenly, hands reached in and pulled them apart. Three betas pulled Beckett off him while two others held him back against the wall. As soon as they were parted, he was quickly ushered out of the ballroom, several alphas attending the ball beginning to advance on him.

More betas put themselves between the alphas and him until he was led to another room. Sat in a chair in a room that was brightly lit, Tulla narrowed his eyes as they adjusted to the intense illumination. He felt chilled, the fire that had burned when Beckett was with him, now gone. The room spun a little, and he had to lower his upper body just to get the world to right itself again.

When he lifted his head, he saw he wasn’t alone. A man he’d seen at the registration table was there.

“Who’s your escort for the night?”

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