The Beta's Contract Mate
he growls, pinning me to the bed.
“Then fuck me, Tore,” I whisper, unable to believe that I just said that to him. He smirks and pins my hands above my head.
“Oh, I plan to. But first, I want to taste you because you smell so fucking delicious,” he purrs. Kissing my face, then moving down to my neck, then chest, taking one of my breasts in his mouth. I moan, arching my body into him, but he continues sucking on my breasts. Shifting from one to another. He lets go of my wrist, then grips my waist, kissing me between my breasts, moving down to my stomach, licking and sucking like a man who’s been starved for days.