Page 50 of The Betas: Rene
Chapter Eighteen
René and Frankie’s Bedroom
Saturday Morning
Frankie opened his eyes to find René, propped up on his elbow, staring at him. “Good morning, Ma Vie. I love to watch you when you sleep. You are so beautiful. The light plays over your skin and the planes of your face. When you wake and see me, those emerald eyes light up, and you smile. I want to see those eyes and that smile every day for the rest of our very long lives. You make me so happy. Today is a special day. Today you will become my husband, and we will belong to each other by both loup garou and human law.”
Frankie blinked, then chuckled. “You love me because I wake up smiling?”
“No, because you’re who you are, my smart, sophisticated, handsome Mate, whose innate goodness wasn’t corrupted by his stepfather’s nefarious business. Yet you found room in your heart to finally call Dante Ferone Dad, to please your mother and reassure her she still has a place in your heart even as you move away from their world into mine. I would defy even The Alpha to be with you.”
“You don’t have to defy anyone, I’m yours.” Frankie pulled René down into his arms. His wolf took control of the kiss and plundered his mouth. René extended his tongue, and it dueled with Frankie’s. He traced Frankie’s lips then laved and kissed his neck. Frankie shivered.
“Aha…a hot spot.” René repeatedly worried the same spot with his tongue and teeth. He moved his mouth over to his mark and went over it lightly with his lips. Frankie reacted, shuddering, as if his fingers were connected to an electrical socket.
“What did you just do? It felt so good, I almost came,” Frankie panted.
“You are so responsive. I tongued your mark. Martin told me yesterday that your mark would be sensitive, I had no idea how much it would affect you.” René smiled and kissed Frankie deeply.
“Feel free to do that again any time you wish,” Frankie murmured against his wolf’s lips.
“It’s eight now, we marry at noon. We can make love or eat,” René teased.
“I vote for a quickie, then breakfast.”
“Now I know what the expressionhave your cake and eat it, toomeans.” René chuckled.
Frankie shrugged. “The offer is on the table…”
“How about I give you a blow job?”
“No, how about I give you one. I got one yesterday in the shower. It’s your turn.”
“Talk about making me an offer I can’t refuse.”
“Exactly.” Frankie traced the light trail of hair over René’s pecs to his nubs. He took them into his mouth one at a time, alternating between laving and biting. His Mate moaned his name. Frankie’s lips traveled down René’s happy trail to his navel. His tongue began circling until he dipped into the well of precum that had accumulated in the indent. René tittered.
“You’re ticklish!” Frankie said, full of glee. He laughed and started tickling his Mate.
“Stop, stop…you’re supposed to be giving me a blow job. No tickling.” René panted as if he’d ran ten miles.
Frankie giggled. “Who would have thought that the big bad wolf was ticklish.”
René flushed. “So now you know.”
“Now I know exactly how to get you out of a bad mood. Now I know how to insert some whimsy into our lovemaking. However, I’m not ticklish.”
“Oh no…?” René used his wolf’s strength to pull Frankie up into his arms. He tickled his side.
Frankie screamed, “Stop! I cry uncle, I promise, I’ll never tickle you again.”
“What about whimsy and bad moods?” René’s eyes were still shining with the tears he shed from being tickled. Frankie tried to get out of bed. His strong wolf grabbed his arm, and he tumbled down into the covers. “What about my blow job?”
Frankie laughed. “About your blow job…” He swiftly kissed and traveled back down to René’s shaft, and he wrapped his tongue around the head. Pulling back the foreskin, he moved his lips delicately until his whole mouth was full of René’s cock.
“Argh…” René made insensible noises. If Frankie could have laughed with a cock in his mouth, he would have.
“I heard that, my Mate. I heard you laughing at me.”René chuckled.
