Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame-Chapter 46: Take Me To Your Room.

"Wow. You finally made it. I thought I might have to come search for you." Troy teased, as Beth walked into the movie theater.

"Asshole." She cursed, rolling her eyes, still standing by the door, taking in theater.

It looked just like a cinema, a huge screen, couches littered on each step instead of chairs, and a projector overhead.

The floor was covered with a very plush dark red rug, almost blending in with the dark painted walls.

"Are you going to come in or what?" He asked, pride swelling in his chest, seeing she approved of the place.

"I’ve never seen anywhere like this." She admitted, turning to him briefly before walking to a small popcorn stand, picking a pack.

"I’ve already got some. Probably too much." Troy said from where he lay, on one of the couches, packs of popcorn of different flavors surrounding him.

"Okay." She said, making her way towards him.

As she came closer, Troy took in her appearance, the wave of warmth that had threatened to consume him earlier was returning with full force.

His gaze strolled lazily from her shaven legs to her thighs, then to the huge top she had on that dropped to the middle of her thigh, and with the way her nipples perked from underneath it, he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Just perfect.

"Eyes are up here, Alpha." She teased, sitting really close to him on the couch, bringing up her legs.

"Oh I love them where they are, Luna." He teased, his voice hoarse and low, sending shivers of electricity down her spine, warmth following right after.

He could see wild, unbridled hunger swell in her eyes, and could feel the massive desperation in his gut trying to reach forward to quench her hunger, but he was going to hold out, for a while.

Let’s see how much she can hold unto.

He cleared his throat, snapping her out of her daze, picking up the remote from the stool beside him.

"What would you love to see, Princess?" He asked, his voice still hoarse and low.

"I have no idea. I’m good with anything." She said shrugging, already opening a pack of popcorn, shoving a few pieces into her mouth, her eyes facing the screen.

Spotting the faint tint on her cheek, Troy could tell that she was embarrassed, and couldn’t help but feel like he might have just cock blocked himself.

"Bethany." He called, his eyes trained on her.

"Yeah." She answered softly, still not able to meet his eyes. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Baby." He called softly, his hand on her feet. "Do you want to get out of here?"

She immediately pursed, turning sharply to look at him, her eyes searching his to see if he was playing her again.

Swallowing, she eased the lump that had formed in her throat due I how embarrassed she was, then nodded, her eyes still on him, a healthy mix of excitement and hunger in them.

Troy didn’t need any more confirmation after that. He was immediately off the cushion, sweeping her into his arms, as swift and fluid as the wind, making a beeline to her room.

"Take me to your room." She said softly, her hand on his chest, her eyes on his, while her heart thumped with great pleasure against her ribcage, wetness pooling in-between her legs.

Obediently and quietly, he took her to his room which was just two doors from hers, kicking it shut with his leg.

He dropped her softly on his bed, lying just beside her on the warm comfy duvet, his gaze on her.

"I can tell you’re very wet for me, Princess." He whispered, running his tongue against the rim of her ear lobe, causing her to inch away, moaning softly.

She lay on her side facing him, letting her eyes trace his lips, while she ran her fingers up his arm.

Troy just lay there, abit nervous, but still. He wanted to do so many things to her but couldn’t decide on a starting point. So he just lay there, tying intricate knots of restraints around himself, because with how sexy she was looking, and his nostrils filled to the brim with the intoxicating scent of her juices; he wasn’t sure just how much he could hold back.

"You’re stiff." Beth said, rubbing her soft palm along his tatted arm, her gaze on his chest. "You’re holding back." She commented again, her eyes meeting his again, and she could see it, as clear as day. The restraint.

Deciding to take the bull by the horn, she let her hand slide lower to his nether region, moving straight to his groin, without restraint.

Troy just lay stiffly on his side, his other arm folded under his head, his eyes misty and filled with hunger and restraint.

He stared into her eyes, very much aware of the route her hand was taking, but made no move to stop her. Not like he could.

Bethany held his eyes with hers, as her hand went lower until she could feel his beast, feeling the warm the through his short. Sighing in satisfaction, she ran her palm slowly over his beast, feeling the length of it, wondering a bit of it was ever going to fit.

She could see how dark his eyes were getting as she got closer to his sac that she could bet were heavy with his seeds, waiting to be planted in her.

She held his gaze, analyzing how dark his eyes were getting as she slowly palmed his sac, curving her hand around it, so she could hold it in her hand.

Troy’s eyes were almost completely dark as she palmed his balls, grinding her fingers on them. He couldn’t help but shut them, trying to contain his pleasure, while pride swelled in her chest.

She massaged them again and again, while he grunted in pleasure, grinding his hips against her palm, blending with her rhythm.

Tired of grinding from the outside, she lifted her hand to the rim of his shorts, opening it a bit. Just as she was about to slip her fingers in, his eyes suddenly shot open, his hand flying to hers holding it in place.

"Trust me, Princess. You’re not ready for what’s inside there.

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