All Chapters of My Beta's Betrayal, My Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

CharisseFour days later….I hurriedly apologised. “I’m sorry, Betty! I didn’t mean to snap at you. I just—.” I buried my face in my palms and groaned aloud. “WHY DID I DO THAT? WHY!” Betty finished picking up the papers I had pushed off my desk in frustration and rushed to comfort me. “Would you like some more chamomile tea, Luna?” I shook my head, face still in my palms. “No amount of tea can calm this mountain of sexual frustration.”After a thoughtful pause, Betty whispered tinily, “Can’t you just let it go? I mean, it’s already been four days, so technically the Alpha’s completed more than 50 percent of his promise.” Immediately, my face shot up, bewildered. She thought that I was upset and frantically tried to salvage it. “I mean, seven days of abstinence seems pretty tough since the Alpha could barely pull through three previously—.” My pouting lips trembled in deep regret.I almost forgot about the first three. Which means we haven't had sex for seven days straight! We

CharisseHe was more dangerous than Val. I blinked and he was right in front of me. “Five,” he snarled. And his thick digits pushed in with my fingers. A sharp, thrilling pleasure sliced up my back, throwing my eyes wider, nearly yanking my eyeballs from their sockets, “Dorian!” My voice was so high, it could barely be heard in the human range. “Hah!” His fierce blue eyes were gripping me as tightly as his hand. “This is my size, remember?” He drew our fingers out and rammed them in, and another burst of pleasure exploded from my quivering lips. “No!” I squealed, the pleasure shaking in my flesh. “It’s much bigger!” And he grinned in satisfaction. “You fucking know how to please a man, don’t you?” He shoved our fingers in. “Dorian!” A wild rapture flung my head back, stretching my throat and chest up to his face, offering like a sacrifice. “Or are you saying that you only know how to please me?” That deep voice seemed to come from the dark and angry pheromones engulfing us,

Charisse“Luna, in those three days that you two didn’t talk,” my Beta advised, “the Alpha has gone from bad to worse. He barely ate and slept, constantly pouring himself over work just to punish himself, and everyone is pulling shifts to keep up—.” I swivelled back, heaving in anguish. “That’s the part I don’t get, Betty!” I was about to cry again. “I’m not some marshmallow or candy floss! I won’t break easily! He said he wanted to treat me right—what does that even mean?!” “Luna—.” I showed my helpless hands. “Doesn’t treating someone right mean doing by that person’s request?! I already told him that I want him to be rough. I WANT HIM TO —!” “Luna!” Betty sideglanced to her right, hinting that the driver was listening. So I slumped back, crossed my arms and sulked harder. Then, Betty leaned closer, her voice lowered, “Maybe when this deal comes through I’ll book an appointment with the Alpha so you can break the good news to him?” “Pfft!” I glared at the headrest of the pas

CharisseI drew his jaw closer to do just that. His mouth opened to devour mine, then he started grazing and nibbling his favourite cushion—my upper lip—which was plumper and more reactive. Then, he cupped my butt and my face was pushed closer. A tiny tug of my jawline and my lips parted completely for his tongue to sweep in and envelope mine. Entwining my fingers with his hair at the back of his head, I pulled my body in and grinded my curves against his hard planes, my flesh rubbing and grazing his the same way my lips sucked and loved his. My moans grew louder with my breathing, and his strokes grew more passionate… more enticing. His hands. Those huge, rough palms gliding up and down my back were melting me further into his warmth. “Dorian,” I let him capture my mouth again and kissed him back before lifting my chin to direct his lips to my throat, and sighed, “shall we start the wedding preparations?” He was nibbling down my throat when he replied, “Mmm… whatever you say, a