Page 44 of The Beta's Bargain

And a prevalent thought keeps circling. This alpha is not mine.

He grinds himself against me and then growls again. I feel Dylan’s reaction to the sound. The way he stiffens and lets out an almost inaudible moan in my ear.

Do I help them or stop them? I feel like I'm walking a tightrope, and I’ve got no idea where it’s going. Only, what will happen if I fall?

I reach for the omegas hand and guide it down to Gray.

I stare at the roof, refusing to allow myself to even move as Dylan wraps his hand around Gray’s dick. The sounds are impossible to ignore, and the movements are more erotic than I could have dreamed. Sinuous bodies moving against me. I think of sheep and anything and everything else, but the ache between my legs grows. I get wet, and the urge to moan gets harder and harder to suppress.

My breathing saws in and out of my lungs, and each touch from the two men is burning with painful pleasure, driving me higher and closer to losing my reason.

It feels like it takes forever, but then Gray stiffens. He lets out a grunt, and I feel a hot, wet splash on my ass cheek.

Dylan leans up and grips my chin, opening my mouth and invading with his tongue and all that lemon. I can’t do anything as I realise Gray is still teasing Dylan. The hard fist against my belly, Dylan is still thrusting into me. His hand reaches back and grips my ass, dragging us closer together.

I whimper into his mouth.

Dylan kisses me the whole time, keeping my attention on him. And then, with a cry into my mouth, he stiffens and grinds himself into me. The wetness is much more this time, and I find myself so close to the edge of my own orgasm that it's almost painful.

I lay back panting and then try to struggle free.

“No. Stay.” Dylan growls and locks an arm around me.

“I have to get cleaned up.” I protest.

He makes an unhappy sound. “Stay.”

“He likes you smelling of us. We marked you.” Gray says with a smile that makes me nervous.

I peer at them, and then with a grumble, I reach down and pull off my shorts. Leaving just my lace panties.

I roll back onto my side and lay there, ignoring them. But then someone’s hand rolls down over my ass, dipping dangerously close to the inside of my thighs. For a moment, I wonder what it’d feel like. Would it stop this ache inside me? But then I remember who I am. I remember my job, and I decide in that moment that it’s not worth the price I’d pay tomorrow.

“Stop!” I hiss out desperately. If my body had a voice, it would be howling at me, but I'm blurring lines here that shouldn’t be crossed. I'm aching for the omega and the alpha. This is so wrong.

I’m not sure if they will or not, but the moment I say it, all movement stops, and the hands disappear.

It takes me a long time to get to sleep.

thirteen

Dylan

She’s avoiding me. I’m not surprised after what happened last night. I’m not even sure how it happened. Just her and him and the dark. It was so easy to fall prey to the feelings for them I’ve been resisting.

Still, this morning, she is staying one step ahead of me, merging with the groups of people I no longer feel comfortable with. I wonder what she’d think if she knew I grew up with people just like these, in a world just like this. Would she be surprised? Would she look at me differently?

Would it surprise her to learn how much I hate it? How those months of having nothing, of living alone, were some of the most raw and powerful of my life. The cut throat mentality of stepping on each other to get more is everywhere. It isn’t exclusive to the haves, but an act of kindness when you have nothing means so much more.

Despite that, my alphas seem different. Or at least I’d thought when I’d fallen for them I’d believed they were different. And that’s the crux of the matter. I was jaded and cynical before I met them, and still, I fell. My hormones and instincts decided before rational thought could. I trusted them, and I was wrong.

But with Onyx, it’s all different. She saved me, a stranger. She is everything good and kind in this world. I look up as she smiles at Moira. She doesn’t realise how much she lights up a room. The staff admire her and listen to her; the omegas respect her, and the alphas find her intriguing. She commands attention and doesn’t even realise it.

I didn’t lie when I said that I stalked her. I did it just like I’m doing now. As she flits around smiling and being the invisible help, I’m a dozen feet away, following in the shadows. That’s how I first saw her. I’d been about to crumble, to admit defeat and go home. I was sneaking into a hotel where I knew I might find someone who could take me home, and there she was. Her back was straight as she marched straight up to the alpha, shoving a glass into his hand. She’d being smiling and distracting an alpha while a young waitress with a tear-streaked face made a desperate escape.

I didn’t think anything of it. Not until three weeks later when my money had well and truly run out. Not until I finally learnt what being hungry really feels like. When I sat weakly in the back alley outside the convenience store, I watched her count her money, go inside, and come out with two sandwiches and two drinks. Another person bounced around her, talking incessantly, and then walked into the park. But she picked up some rubbish, a wrapper of some food, and put it in the bin. At that moment, she turned her head and spotted me staring at her.

Destiny? Fate? I don’t know, but it felt that way to me.

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