Page 2 of A Second Chance for the Beta
Nefeli pushes to the surface now. “I swear,” she growls. “Your nightmares about the loss of your first mate aren’t belittling me. But this here is!”
He blinks at me, his lips curling slightly. “Hello, my beautiful wolf mate.”
“Don’t sweet-talk me,” she grumbles.
“You are right,” he says, taking our face between his hands. “I apologize. You and Ella are everything I wished for; you made me complete again.”
“Good, now that you realize you have been an ass,” Nefeli starts before tugging his face closer. “We can make up.” She jumps him and wraps her legs around him. Dante’s strong arms easily catch us. My strong lycan mate. The prouder I am that I can hold myself against him as a regular werewolf. Dante and I have the same rank; he is Red Claw’s beta and mostly serves the alpha, while I am the luna’s beta.
Lycan alphas usually have more than one beta. Alpha Liam himself has two, but it also went without question that his luna would need a beta for extra protection. Annie has been my best friend since school, and I was beyond happy she chose me. I had to work my ass off to live up to the rank, but it was worth it.
“Before we do anything fun,” I grin, shoving Nefeli back before she can ravish our mate right here. “Let’s go for a run.”
I jump down again and race off, chuckling when I hear Dante groan. He hates cardio training, while I as a female beta learned to train all my assets to make up for the lack of strength I inevitably have against very strong ranked lycan males.
I turn around, running backwards while waving at my mate. “Come on, faster! If you can keep up with me, you get the main prize.”
Dante raises one of his eyebrows, his eyes flashing, indicating that his lycan is on the surface. My hot boy, Sylvan. He and Dante had a few rocky years in which they weren’t able to communicate much, but Sylvan has become so healthy now.
Dante is my rock in the wild ocean, while Sylvan is my crazy, possessive furball.
I set an ambitious pace and run through the forest with my mate hot on my heels. Credit where credit is due… he really gives it his all to keep up with me. I allow my wolf to come to the surface to scan the area, having our mind carefully touch on the warriors’ who are currently guarding our borders and on patrol.
No one is close to us now. I slow down once I reach my favorite little clearing. Annie and I discovered it during one of our training sessions. As the luna, she wants to stay fit and asked me to help her get into shape. On one of our jogging routes, we found this place here, and I later returned to it to have the grass cut and a bench placed here.
I can hear Dante catching up to me while I get rid of my sweaty pajama top. His strong arms suddenly wrap around me from behind, his callused hands cupping one of my breasts instantly. “This is worth the run,” he breathes into my neck. “When you wait for me like that.”
“Naked and willing?” I tease.
“You are not fully naked yet,” he says.
“Well, are you going to do something about that?” I ask.
His deft fingers work fast, pushing past my training pants and into my panties. I shouldn’t be turned on already, but it’s like the whole run was a foreplay. Dante knows me well by now after being mated to me for two years, his fingers rubbing and teasing me until I decide to speed things up myself. I turn around to open the buttons of Dante’s pants and push them down. His cock springs towards me, half erect already, and I swiftly stroke him to full hardness.
“Better hurry,” I whisper. “Patrols are scheduled to come by in twenty minutes.”
Dante growls, turns me over, and presses me against a tree. I balance myself against it, allowing him to take control. I moan when he enters me, feeling the familiar slight burn at the beginning. He is quite big, and we would normally engage in more foreplay. But I like it fast and dirty right now, the slight burn soon passing and making space for a different kind of ache. My walls clench around him as he pushes into me with fast and strong thrusts while one of his hands keeps squeezing my nipples, and his other finds its way between my legs.
His rough thumb brushes my clit, before I can feel myself being stretched further as he pushes a finger inside me as well. I scream at the sensation, not able to hold back my moans. Dante reacts fast, clasping his free hand over my mouth. “Technically, I wouldn’t mind you attracting an audience,” he whispers hoarsely. “But I don’t want anyone to see you like that.”
He keeps fucking me with his finger inside me, while his thumb keeps playing with my clit roughly, until I can feel my orgasm hitting me. A hot wave of lust washes over me as my walls clench around him, and my legs seem to give in. He groans, biting down on my marking spot while he empties his seed inside me.
We stay like that for a few minutes, with Dante still inside me and me pressed against the tree until I regain my composure.
Dante pulls out of me carefully. “Are you okay?” he asks when he turns me over to check on me. There are a few leaves and pieces of bark stuck to me, and he helps brush them off my body. My core aches slightly, but Nefeli is already working her magic to heal me. My girl wants a second round; I know it.
While Dante dresses himself, I look at him. “See? So next time you battle something, you will come to me directly, alright?”
His lips curl into a smile. “You mean so that you can race me through the forest?”
“Did you forget the naked and willing part?” I tease.
He takes my hand. “No, definitely not.” He pauses. “You are right, Ella. I’m still trying to learn how to deal with my trauma in a constructive way.”
“It’s the same for me,” I say quietly.
“We are quite the pair,” he says, kissing me affectionately. “Let’s go back,” he offers. “I have a feeling we won’t get much sleep tonight.”
