Dr. Enoch’s Office

DR. ENOCH'S OFFICE

Bennet

Betas aren't supposed to taste like this. Their aromas tend to be somewhat muted to alphas—less vibrant—but Scarlett tastes like she was made for me. Intense and sweet, with a hint of something so fresh it makes the hair on the back of my neck rise.

"Scarlett," I growl, moving my hand up the back of her head, gripping the base of her ponytail. I pull back, forcing her head to tilt so I can taste more of her. "Open."

My sweet girl obeys, allowing me to slip my tongue between her lips. She kisses me back with just as much wild desire. Her small hands travel up my chest and around my neck. Fuck, I want to ruin her.

I spin us, pushing her ass against the edge of my desk. It's inappropriate to be doing this at work, but I just don't give a shit. I need to feel every inch of this beautiful beta pinned beneath me. I want to feel her sweat on my skin, and her slick in my mouth.

But she doesn't have slick. She's not an omega.

The thought barrels through me, and I break the kiss. My pull to Scarlett is just so odd. Drek said it's normal, but is it really?

"I'm sorry." Scarlett swallows hard. Her cheeks are flushed and she's panting.

"What for?" I ask, cupping her cheek. Her sweet face fits so well in the palm of my hand. So delicate.

"I didn't mean to…" Her words fail her as her gaze moves down my body. She eyes the bulge at the front of my pants, taking in the length and size. Then something so wonderful happens, it takes everything in me not to rut the beta right here and now: she shivers.

"Have you ever been with an alpha?" I ask, wedging my knee between her long legs. She parts them for me, letting me push in closer.

"No." Her pretty brown eyes meet mine and I can see a trace of fear there.

"I won't hurt you," I whisper, moving my thumb over her bottom lip. It's so pink and wet. "I promise." I let my voice drop to a deep growl. "I will never fucking hurt you, Scarlett." I shouldn't be making declarations like this to a beta, but I can't fight against nature. She's mine, whether she wants it or not.

"I know," Scarlett whispers so softly, but her voice is still steady with that sexy little rasp she has. "I've just never been this close to an alpha before." Her eyes flicker back down to my cock. "You're… intense ." Her throat works as she swallows hard.

"Don't worry, little beta." I grip her chin, forcing her to look up at me. "I'll go at your pace. Just tell me to back off and I will."

Scarlett's brown eyes widen and I swear some of the tension leaves her shoulders. "So if I wanted to take things slow, you'd do that?"

My mind rages as every fiber of my being pulls tight. I want to snatch her up, bend her over, and fuck her wild. But that's not how betas do things.

"I would do that for you," I force the words to leave my mouth.

A soft energy flows off the beta in my arms as a slow-spreading smile takes hold. I half-expect her to push me away, but she shocks me by crashing her mouth to mine yet again. Her intense desire seems to double as she twists her tongue with mine. She pushes her hands up into my hair and tugging at the roots hard, and I almost lose it.

It's obvious she's happy with my promise to go slow, but this doesn't feel slow. It feels amazing . And if we don't stop soon, I might do something I'll regret later.

"Scarlett," I snarl, trying like hell to control myself. But Scarlett just hitches one leg around my hip, hugging me closer. Her slightly body is almost completely pushed back against my desk. All I'd have to do is tug these simple scrubs down her tempting legs, and I could take her right here and now. "Tell me to stop," I growl, slipping my hand up her side and over one breast. I squeeze and Scarlett's head falls back as she moans loudly.

"I'll die if you stop," she whispers up at the ceiling. And that's all I need to hear.

Desperate to see her, I grip the hem of her shirt, then tug it up and over her chest. Her soft tits are pressed tight in a black sports bra with an ample amount of cleavage spilling over the top. Who knew the lovely curves her fucking uniform has hid from me. But not anymore. This beta is mine.

I hitch my fingers under her bra then jerk up, popping her left, then right breast free. Her flesh is so soft with dark, tight nipples straining up toward me. I lower my head and suck one stiff peak into my mouth.

"Yes." A desperate gasp leaves Scarlett's throat as she moves her legs so I'm in between them. I push my hips forward, capturing her other nipple as I grind my cock against her warm center.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I snarl, palming and squeezing her big tits. They're swollen and heavy, fitting so nicely in my hand. "Can you feel how hard I am?" I grit out, rocking my hips against her pussy.

"You're so big," she whispers, pushing up to meet my movements. I want to laugh. My cock is stuffed and constrained right now. She has no idea just how big it is.

"I need to taste you." I lean back and push my fingertips into the front of her pants. But before I can push them down, a loud knock raps on my office door.

Scarlett startles, snapping her legs shut and jerking her top down.

I immediately rush to the door, reaching it just before Davis can open it all the way. "What do you want?" I snarl, unable to help myself. My meek assistant's eyes go wide as I glare down at him from the crack in the door.

"I'm sorry, sir," Davis whispers, taking a quick step back. "I just wanted to remind you that Director Spanner is expecting you in the patient assessment meeting in fifteen minutes." He spins before I can answer, moving back to his desk.

"I'll let you go," Scarlett says right at my back. I turn to her, enraged to find that her tempting body is hidden from me once again. Fucking, blue scrubs. I've never hated them as much as I do right now.

"Don't go," I plead. It's stupid. We both have to work, but I'm not ready for her to leave my sight.

A bright smile fills Scarlett's face and she giggles, "I have to go to work." She pushes up onto the balls of her feet and places a quick kiss on my cheek. It's such a simple gesture, one that mothers and grandmothers have been doing for centuries, but it drives me wild. Everything about this beta drives me wild.

"I'll see you tonight at seven?" She phrases her words like a question and I quickly nod. "I'll meet you in the lobby."

"At seven." I force my body to move so she can leave me. It's agony watching her slip out the door, but she gives me one more pretty smile before shutting the door behind her.

The second she's out of my sight, I jerk at the front of my pants, freeing my painfully hard cock. I need release. And I need it now .

I begin pumping myself, jacking off to the memory of Scarlett's soft moans and big breasts. The way she rolled her hips and twisted her tongue. All too quickly my balls draw up, and heat shoots up my spine as I come hard. I cup my hand to catch my release but it's no use. My cum shoots like a fucking rocket from my body, coating the back of the door.

Panting hard, I rest my arm above the mess I just made, watching the streaks of white drip, drip, drip toward the carpet.

This beta is going to be the death of me, and I've never wanted something so bad.