Sucking The Beta's Cock

NYSSA'S POV

I pressed my cheap ballpoint pen against the lined paper of my notebook.

*Dear Scribble, today is my eighteenth Moonday. Tonight, my inner wolf Vesper will finally awaken, and she will be able to sense our destined mate.*

I tapped the pen against my chin and let out a soft, dreamy sigh.

*Oh Moon Goddess, please let it be Cormac Bloodfang. He is the most amazing guy I have ever met in this entire pack. His warm brown eyes are absolutely to die for, and those lips are like the reddest cherry sitting right on top of an ice cream sundae. This is all I want most in this world. I just want Cormac to be my mate and kiss me under the full moon. That would make me the happiest she-wolf alive.*

I closed the little pink book with a dramatic huff. Heavy footsteps suddenly thumped on the staircase just outside the bedroom. Panic spiked hard in my chest. I quickly stuffed my diary into my battered old backpack and tiptoed across the thick bedroom carpet to the heavy oak door. I peeked through the narrow crack. It was only Mildred, the head maid, marching down the long hallway.

I grabbed my feather duster and started aggressively sweeping it over a pristine bedside lamp. I let out a shaky breath. "That was way too close."

I went back to pretending I had been working this whole time. Being in Cormac's room was a dangerous game. I had to resist the very real, very insane urge to open his wooden dresser drawer and sniff his underwear. I had done that a few times before. Okay, I did it many times before. I honestly did not think I had anything to be ashamed of.

Once, I nearly got caught by my shift supervisor. Luckily, she was too busy trying to get the hallway linens folded perfectly to notice me clutching a pair of size-medium Fruit of the Looms like they were a stack of hundred-dollar bills. The memory made me grin so hard my cheeks burned. I was so completely lost in a haze of cotton and his signature cedar cologne that I did not hear the bedroom door swing open.

I jolted upright and dropped the duster flat on the floor.

Mildred stood in the doorway. She was scowling like she always did when she was upset with me. Her gray hair was pulled back into a tight bun that matched her miserably strict personality. I had never seen that woman smile in my entire life.

I straightened my spine and squeaked. "Yes, ma'am?"

Mildred crossed her arms over her chest and barked at me. "Stop your damn daydreaming and finish your chores! What the hell are you smiling about, anyway?"

I plastered on the fakest serious face I could manage and stared blankly at the wall. "Nothing, ma'am."

Mildred scoffed loudly. "Right. Because being a damn servant ain't nothing to smile about. We might be omegas, but we keep the wheels turning around here. Stay on track and don't lose focus."

I nodded my head eagerly. "I won't, ma'am. I promise to finish my chores on time today."

Mildred pointed a stern, wrinkled finger at me. "Don't make me regret giving you this promotion."

I bent down and quickly picked up the duster. "Of course, ma'am. I won't disappoint you."

I sure hoped I wouldn't. Last month, two other girls and I were promoted to clean for the Beta family. That meant one glorious, beautiful thing for my pathetic little life. I now had unrestricted access to Cormac Bloodfang's bedroom.

I had been madly in love with him since the exact moment I laid eyes on him. I was eight years old when his father, Beta Malachi, found me wandering alone in the dark woods. People said I was probably from a nearby pack that had been slaughtered by the Rogue Faction. They were a bunch of wild, violent wolves who refused to live by pack rules. The Beta brought me to Alpha Darius and told him there were no survivors left in the territory. It was just me.

I smelled strongly like a submissive omega. The Alpha immediately told the Beta to make arrangements for me to live in the pack orphanage so I could be trained as a servant. That first night, I slept in the Beta's house. I sat in their massive kitchen, starving and shaking out of my mind with fear. My stomach was growling so loudly I thought they were going to punish me.

Cormac was fifteen back then. He walked into the kitchen, looked at me curled up in the corner, and handed me a bright red apple. He told me I should eat it because I looked hungry. That one tiny act of kindness was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me.

The next morning, I had a formal meeting with the Alpha. He questioned me relentlessly about what I saw during the rogue attack. Honestly, everything before I came to the Valerian Wolf Pack was a total blur. I told him I remembered nothing. It was not a lie.

After that interrogation, I was thrown under Miss Mildred's strict protection. I started at the very bottom of the barrel like everyone else in the orphanage. Now, at eighteen, I was almost at the top of the servant chain. I cleaned for the most elite werewolf families in the pack. This was about as good as life got for girls like me.

I sighed and walked into the adjoining bathroom, grateful for the opportunity to scrub Cormac's floors. The boy was drop-dead gorgeous, but he was not exactly tidy.

My inner wolf, Vesper, gagged in my mind. *It smells like death in here.*

I giggled internally. *I know.*

I grabbed my plastic bucket filled with soap, water, and heavy bleach. I got to work on the large bathtub first, scrubbing away a nasty ring of grime, and then moved over to the toilet. Let me just say, Cormac desperately needed to learn how to aim his dick. It took me half an hour of aggressive scrubbing to get the yellow piss stains out of that porcelain bowl. My eyes were watering from the strong chemical fumes, and my arms ached from the repetitive motion, but I had to make this place spick and span.

I was down on my hands and knees, dragging a towel to dry the last of the wet tile floor.

BAM.

The heavy bedroom door flung open and hit the wall with a deafening crash.

I froze in place. My ears perked up instantly. I heard high-pitched female giggles echoing through the bedroom, followed immediately by deep, rumbling male grunts. My heart dropped right into my stomach. I knew those dark, gravelly grunts anywhere. They belonged to Cormac.

He let out a low whisper. "Sloane, I should be at training right now."

My chest tightened with instant, shocking heartbreak. Of course, it had to be Sloane. She was the Alpha's son's girlfriend. Well, she was Kaelen's girlfriend. Kaelen was sent away for specialized Alpha training a few days after I originally arrived at the pack. It was a strict tradition for the next in line to be sent away for training as soon as they turned eighteen. They had to be fully prepared for taking over the pack someday. Kaelen Kincaid was the rightful heir to the Valerian Wolf Pack.

Growing up, I always heard the endless gossip that Sloane would be his Luna one day. Clearly, she was not waiting patiently for Kaelen's grand return. She had been actively cheating on him, collecting his best friends and other high-ranked wolves around the territory like they were trading cards.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar. I crept forward on my hands and knees and peeked through the narrow crack. Cormac was lying on the edge of his massive bed with his feet hanging off the side. He used his elbows to prop his upper body up against the mattress. I bit my lower lip. He was looking sinfully good. His shirt was already gone, putting his chiseled, muscular chest on full display.

It crushed my soul to see him with another girl, but I always knew the harsh truth. He would never go for someone like me. I was just an orphan omega who looked like a string bean with red, frizzy hair and a completely flat chest. But a girl could still fantasize, right?

Sloane crawled between his open legs and let out a low purr. "I've been wanting to taste you since breakfast."

I rolled my eyes so hard I almost saw my past lives. I needed to get out of here, and I needed to do it fast. But I had nowhere to run. The bathroom only had a tiny frosted window that did not open.

Before I could even figure out an escape plan, Sloane reached for his waist. She unbuckled his pants and pulled down his zipper. She licked her glossy lips like she was staring at an all-you-can-eat buffet. She sank to her knees right in front of him on the carpet and yanked his pants and boxers down to his thighs.

His cock sprang free, thick and fully hard.

Cormac thrust his hips upward and let out a rough grunt. "You're such a dirty slut."

She wrapped her manicured hand around the base of his dick and let out a soft giggle. "I know, but you love it."

Oh. My. Dear Moon Goddess. What a beautiful piece of equipment. It was massive, thick with prominent veins, and the heavy head was already leaking a drop of clear fluid.

I gulped nervously. My eyes went wide as Sloane leaned forward and took his cock straight into her mouth. She swallowed his entire length down her throat like it was absolutely nothing. Nothing! She bobbed her head, sliding her wet lips up and down his hard shaft while she reached down to fondle his heavy balls.

I started flexing my own jaw involuntarily. I seriously wondered if I could even fit a dick that huge down my throat if I were in her place. The wet, slurping sounds filled the quiet bedroom. She sucked hard on the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip before taking him deep again.

My eyes traveled away from the graphic scene and up to Cormac's face. His sculpted jaw was flexing hard. His red lips parted as he let out a harsh, breathless groan. Seeing him lose control woke something intensely sexual inside of me. A heavy, burning heat pooled instantly between my legs. My underwear grew damp with sudden wetness, and my tummy did a wild flutter. My breath hitched in my throat as I watched his hips pump upward into her mouth. My body was reacting against my will. The crushing heartbreak was completely overshadowed by the intense, paralyzing arousal pulsing through my core.

Then, everything stopped.

Sloane pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop. Cormac stiffened on the bed.

Both of them paused. They turned their heads toward the bathroom and started sniffing the air.

Oh no. Oh no. The distinct scent of my arousal. They were high-ranking wolves with highly advanced senses, and my slick, heavy omega scent was currently flooding the room. I had blown my own cover.

Cormac shoved Sloane off his legs like she was a sack of potatoes. She hit the floor with a dull thud. He stood up abruptly and shoved his hard dick back into his boxers, zipping up his pants with a harsh, metallic rip. His brown eyes locked directly onto the crack of the bathroom door.

He barked out a harsh, aggressive command. "I know you're in there. Come out and show yourself."

Oh. Shit.

Panic paralyzed my limbs. I was trapped in his bathroom, completely exposed, and there was no way out of this humiliating confrontation.