Fated To The Beta

I tried mind-linking my father all night to check on him, but he kept shoving me out. I finally try again as I climb into bed, this time, he lets me in. "Dad?"

"Not now, Kat, please stop. I just need quiet," he says, cutting the link off. I sigh. Everything seems so dramatic right now. Things can’t get much worse than they are.

“Touch wood, are you trying to jinx us?” Kora yelps as I pull the sheets up. “Kat, seriously, touch some fucking wood!”

I reach over and touch the bedside table. “Happy?” she huff's, going to the back of my mind.

Ezra climbs in bed beside me, pulling me over to him.

"Mateo didn't come home," I point out.

Ezra presses his face into my neck. "He went to the whore house. He and Jasmine had a fight."

"They had a fight?" He nods, his lips trailing over my shoulder as his hand slides under my top.

"Yeah, he asked if he could mark her. He mind-linked me earlier," Ezra says while tugging his shirt up I am wearing.

"And I take it she said no?" I ask, staring at the ceiling. They would make a good couple. I was kind of hoping they would get together. Maybe it would make things less tense between Ezra and me, also Mateo.

Ezra doesn't answer, instead biting my breast and using his knee to push my legs apart before climbing between them. I stare down at his head and raise a brow at him. "Right now? I was hoping to sleep."

I yawn at him as his lips continue attacking my skin before he sits up on his knees and tugs my panties down. He tosses them over his shoulder before pressing himself against me.

I wriggle away and put a finger against his nose like I would Maddox. He freezes and stares at me. "Kat?"

"You are not sticking that in me without some preparation first," I scold him, pointing at his pulsing cock. The monster still doesn’t look like it will actually fit me. "Do you want us both to get that kind of rug burn?"

He snorts and sits back on his heels, his lips pulling into a lazy smirk. "Well then, what do you suggest I do to help with this preparation?" He licks his lips, and his eyes roam down my body.

The heat in his gaze makes me chew my lip, and I spread my legs for him. Was he giving me a moment of control? For the answer, I reach up and grab a handful of his hair, pulling him down my body. It is a bold move for me, but I can't deny just how good his touch feels and how his tongue and lips drive me crazy.

Ezra chuckles and takes the hint. He kisses his way down. His tongue twirls in my belly button before licking and nipping his way lower. He backs down the bed until he's holding me open and eyeing my pussy.

I try to close my legs, but he keeps them pinned to the bed. "You're the one that wanted this, Kat. You can't hide from me now." He takes a single finger and traces my puffy lips and my clit. "You smell so sweet."

He leans down, his lips mere centimeters away. His warm breath makes me squirm in his grip. "Ezra," I whimper.

He smiles, pushes his finger inside of me, and pulls it out, slowly licking and sucking on it. "Close your eyes," he orders softly.

My eyes flutter closed as I prepare myself for my soul to leave my body again. Ezra might be a devil sometimes, but he sure knows how to use that tongue of his. Even if I only got to experience it a few times.

He pulls away, his fingertips resting lightly on my thighs and holding them down. "Ready?" He whispers against me.

Biting my lip, I nod. "Ready," I moan.

Ezra's cock slips into me, it's still a tight fit, but my wetness helps him slide right in. My eyes fly open, and I glare at him. He chuckles and leans down, kissing the hollow of my throat and letting his tongue dance on the spot. "You're so wet. There won't be any risk of any burning now."

I puff my cheeks at him, but the thought is soon lost as he moves inside me and brings a hand down to tease my clit. I surrender with a deep moan.

"Still want to sleep?" he whispers in my ear, slowly sliding in and out of my body as his fingers try to bring me to ruin.

"Asshole," I whisper to him.

He chuckles and thrusts all the way inside of me. His talented little finger circles, driving me to the edge, and he isn’t even trying to slow down. My walls clench around him, and he thrusts faster. I don't care how big he is anymore as long as I get my fix.

"Come for me, Kat," he whispers, staring back into my eyes. With his free hand, he reaches for my chin and runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.

My cheeks flame when he's so close, but I borrow some of Kora's shamelessness, and I nod.

My hips work to meet his thrusts, and his fingers move ever faster. I'm so close I can practically taste the other side of the orgasm when I'd become a boneless mess.

"That's it, Baby," he growls, slamming harder into me but never stopping. "Come all over me."

Gosh, he is so embarrassing. He grabs my legs, setting them up on his shoulders and his fingers move at such an insane pace he tosses me over the edge. I come so hard my walls could crack a nut, and I worried for a moment if Ezra was okay.

For answer, he laughs at me, and he holds my ankles as he pounds hard. "You're so fucking wet," he groans. He lets go of my clit, leaning down to capture my lips as he folds me in half.

He dominates me with his kiss, nipping and nibbling on my lips until I open them, allowing his tongue free reign. His hands find my hips, and he pulls me to him in several quick successive bursts before his entire body shudders, and he releases with a loud groan.

He tucks his face against my collarbone as he tries to catch his breath. Both of us are breathing heavily, I feel like I have just done a round of yoga that came with a happy ending.

Ezra eases off me, his cock sliding out as he rolls on his back before grabbing me and pulling me down with him for a cuddle.

We lay there for a bit. Ezra’s fingertips trail up my side before he gets up and walks into the bathroom. I hear running water before he returns with a wet cloth in his hand.

“Open your legs,” he instructs, leaning over the bed and hovering above me. I do before feeling the cloth between my legs. His fingers move gently as he cleans me up. Job done. He leans over and kisses me before tossing the rag into the dirty hamper. He pulls on some boxer shorts before tossing me some panties from my drawer. I slip them on and watch as he flicks the light off, only leaving the bathroom one on but closing the door so it doesn’t flood the room with light before climbing into bed beside me.

“Go to sleep. We need to get up early,” he says, pulling me against his chest.

“I’m not going,” I object.

“I can fire her, Kat. You won't have to see her again,” he offers, pressing his nose to my hair.

“No, I think I might just do my exams. Everything else I can do online,” I reply with a shrug.

“So you don’t want to go now?” He asks, and I shake my head. “Fine by me. I like having you home.” He rolls me on my side and spoons me.

It didn’t take long before he falls fast asleep. Now I just had to fight my own tiredness to stay awake.

I still have an hour but am thirsty, so I carefully climb out of bed before walking down the hallway and heading for the stairs. I nearly jump out of my skin when I bump into Mateo in the dark.

“Fuck, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” I clutch my chest. I am about to walk past him when he grabs my arm.

“Why aren’t you in bed?”

“I’m getting a drink. You ok?” I ask, and he lets go of my arm.

“I’m fine, hurry up and get back to Ezra,” he orders, and I scrunch up my face.

I am confused by his strange mood. I walk downstairs before grabbing the juice from the fridge and pouring a glass. I drink it before rinsing the cup and placing the juice back in the fridge. Heading back upstairs, Mateo continues to stand there, his arms folded across his chest, and he looks pissed off.

When I reach the top step, he nods toward the bedroom door. “Get back in bed, Kat."

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing, but I am wondering why I just saw your mother not far from here when I was driving home. Now get in bed, or I will wake up Ezra,” he warns.

“She is probably out for a run. She had a fight with my father.” I tell him, hoping he believes me. Technically, it isn’t a lie.

“I will feel a lot better once I know you're in bed with your mate. Now go,” he orders, pushing me toward the room. I give up, returning to the room and closing the door. Hopefully, he falls asleep before I have to leave.

I climb back in bed, and Ezra pulls me over. “Where did you go?” He mumbles, half asleep.

“To get a drink,” I tell him, snuggling back down in bed.