Page 14 of Beta and the Beast
"I need to check the apartment," Romulus says, not waiting for anyone to acknowledge him before he's off to the single bedroom in the apartment.
It's not a very big place, but he already knows where he wants to spend all of his time. No one stops us. It's not like they could even if they wanted to. Gabe's working on installing the new filtration system while I explore.
"If I were a little beta, where would I hide my sex toys?" Romulus muses to himself, quietly enough that no one else in the apartment can hear. He's only saying it out loud to annoy me. "I'm also saying it out loud to get you used to her being ours. You pin too much of this infatuation on me."
Romulus rifles through her dresser drawers, not being quiet at all. The other two have to know we're snooping through Sarah's stuff right now, and if I were Sam, I'd be pissed. Instead, he's answering a phone call and stepping outside.
Romulus stays absolutely frozen, listening to the creak of the stairs down to the alley as Sam takes them. It isn't until he's confident that Sam's down in the alley that he works double time to find what he wants.
"Should've brought her a gift. A vibrator with a knot, maybe. I bet she'd love to tease herself with it." Romulus says as he continues rifling through her drawers. He finds her underwear first and acts like a total heathen as he grabs handfuls of them and lifts them to his nose to inhale. "Too clean," he murmurs, his eyes darting toward the laundry hamper.
Romulus, do not go through her dirty laundry.
Fine, fine, only because I'm searching for her toys. I want to fantasize about her using them. I bet she thinks of me when she does.
Our cock stiffens to near-painful levels at the thought of Sarah in her bed, all spread out, writhing in ecstasy as she imagines it's us bringing her all of that pleasure. Before I know what's happening, Romulus has our khakis unzipped and our cock in his hand, pumping us furiously as he staggers over to Sarah's bed.
No, Romulus. Fuck no!
Mark her. Mate her. Make her mine.
Grab a fucking towel or something then.
No.
I struggle to regain control of our body. Romulus and I both know there's no way I'm strong enough to take over, especially not when he's about to climax. He grabs a handful of her blankets and tosses them lower on the bed.
Oh, fuck me, the first string of our come lands on her pillow. A second, third, fourth, he unloads our release onto her pillow, all the while imagining her coming home, seeing it, and riding the mess and her pillow to completion.
Get the pillowcase off and hide it.
Fine, fine. Ruin all the fun.
Romulus moves to grab the pillowcase right as Gabe calls for us from the living room. "Hey, I got this all installed. We're good to go."
I want to call out and tell him to give me a second, but Sam's back in the apartment, and he doesn't need to know that I just came all over his sister's pillow. Not only that, but I've pumped her tiny apartment full of my pheromones. If she isn't horny when she comes home, she will be when she gets a whiff of it. Most alpha pheromones don't work the same on betas as on omegas, but Sarah likes how I smell, or maybe that's wishful thinking. Either way, the new ventilation system should clear our scent up.
Can't have that.
Romulus leaves the pillow where it is, a new goal I gave him at the forefront of his mind.
"Let me check to make sure it's working," Romulus says, stepping over the ventilation system and demanding I tell him how to turn it off.
I demand nothing. You're thinking about wanting it off, so our little beta is wet and needy for us all night. Get her used to our scent so she craves it. So she craves us.
I don't even argue with Romulus because he's right. I do want Sarah to crave us. I want her to do all the wicked and dirty things Romulus pictures her doing. I just wish she also wanted them.
She's a beta. I only need to convince her. Seduce her. Whatever you want to call it.
I groan as our fingertips work over the ventilation system. We turn it off and then add a password key to it, so even if Sarah does want to turn it on, she won't know how. Not without contacting us.
It's fucked up. I know it. Romulus knows it. And a part of me is pretty sure Sam and Gabe know we're doing it, too.
Romulus stares them both down as we leave. Gabe doesn't look at us, and Sam gives us a shake of his head, even though a smirk is playing on his lips. I follow them both out of the apartment.
"When my sister finds out how obsessed you are, she's going to run," Sam tells Romulus. There's no condemnation in his voice, no concern. He's stating a fact, nothing else about it.
"I like to chase," Romulus answers, his tone is the opposite of unaffected. He wants Sarah more than he wants anything else, and the mere idea of her not wanting him in the same way is enough to make him spiral.
