Betas are supposed to be safe. Clean. No pull, no bond.
She’s perfect – and that’s exactly why this should stay simple.
The storm screams overhead, and I swear the thunder cracks to match the snap of my restraint finally breaking.
I press my body fully to hers – clothes still on, heat radiating, breath ragged – my hand sliding down the waistband of her shorts as I murmur, low and reverent:
“Then let me ruin you, little rabbit. Right here in the fucking rain.”
Our bodies are soaked through to the skin, and I can feel the warmth of her under me. It’s a heady sensation, and I can feel myself getting even harder.
I pin her beneath me, leaning in close, my chest plastered to her back, the storm howling around us like it’s part of the moment. She writhes beneath me, grinding back, wordless and wild, and I know –know– she wants it just as fucking badly.
“Keep your hands right there,” I growl against her neck, my voice rough with need as I slide her wrists forward in the sand, pinning them in place with one broad hand. “Don’t move them unless I say.”
She nods, breath hitching.
With my other hand, I yank her soaked shorts down to her thighs, exposing the curve of her arse, her cunt slick and swollen and glistening even in the dark. My breath punches out of me in a groan. She’s dripping.
“Fuck, look at you,” I rasp. “Already ruined, and I haven’t even been inside you yet.”
She gasps as I press the thick head of my cock against her entrance – no teasing, no warm-up, just raw want. The stretchis immediate and overwhelming, but she pushes back like she needs it. Like she’sachingfor it.
I thrust into her hard.
Her cry is swallowed by the wind, but her body takes me like she was made for it, like she’s been waiting to be filled and claimed and used. I hold still for a moment, buried deep, grinding my hips into hers as the rain pounds down on us both, soaking our skin and dragging every movement into something filthy and slick and raw.
Then I pull back – and fuck her like the storm demands it.
My hips snap forward, again and again, and she takes it all. Her moans are guttural, broken, choked against the sand as I slam into her from behind. Every part of me is wound tight, feral. My hands are everywhere – gripping her hips, tangling in her hair, dragging my nails down her back as I chase the edge of my own destruction.
She clenches around me, so fucking tight, and I can feel her getting close – shaking, trembling, panting like she’s barely holding on.
“Good girl,” I grunt. “Take it. Take all of it.”
And she does.
She fucking does.
Her climax hits like a wave – hips jerking, thighs shaking, cunt fluttering around me as she cries out, face still pressed to the rain-slick sand.
That’s when I lose it.
The scent of her orgasm hits me like a drug – sweet and slick andintoxicating. I snarl, hips pounding even harder as the shift snaps inside me, feral and consuming.
This isn’t supposed to happen.
I don’t knot. Not with a beta. I don’t cross that line.
Instead, I drop forward, chest to her back, and sink my teeth into the soft curve of her neck.
Hard.
She screams – pleasure and pain and shock all tangled into one ragged sound as my teeth pierce her skin, drawing blood. Idon’t stop. I can taste her now – copper and rain and something distinctlyher– and it drives me over the fucking edge.
I roar into her throat as I come, cock pulsing inside her, knot swelling thick and fast – though I’ve just about enough control not to push it in. She cries out again, body locking around me, hips jerking, cunt milking every last drop as I empty myself deep inside her.
I pull back too fast, breath ragged, the taste of her still on my tongue, thunder shaking the sky above us like it’s echoing my release.