Page 13 of A Baby for the Beast
"Protective alpha," she says appreciatively, leaning closer to us and resting her hand on our abdomen, which means we immediately flex it so she can feel the hard ridges. Our head is on a swivel, though, as we check for any sort of security system in the hallway, and when Hayley unlocks her door without unlocking the deadbolt, our eye twitches.
"Omega," Remus growls.
The sound causes our sweet little treat of a mate to perfume for us like the good, submissive girl she is. She lowers her head, and when Remus growls once more, she starts to lower herself to the floor. As much as we want her on her knees looking up at us with her mouth wide open, she's awkward in her attempt to kneel, and there's nothing soft out here for her to sit on. Remus realizes his mistake, silences his growl, and grabs her around the waist again, hoisting her back up to her full height and pressing her close to us.
"I don't know what I did wrong," she tells us with a shaky breath. Remus smiles wide, almost giddy at the way our omega wants to know so she can be better.
"I'll teach you," Remus tells her, his voice laced with his growl as he pushes her door open and carries her inside. "And when you mess up, I'll punish you."
Hayley lets out a little whimper, the same sound she made over the phone when we thought she was hurt, and Jace made fun of us for it. Based on the way her pupils are eating up her irises and her breathing is labored, we haven't hurt her. No, we've done a good job getting our girl worked up.
"Are you going to punish me tonight, alpha?" Hayley asks, subconsciously pushing her hair back and tilting her neck enough to let us know she's into this, into us.
"I want to," Remus tells her, setting her feet on the ground when he reaches her tiny living room.
He turns away to lock up the house, noticing that the deadbolt is broken and causing another growl to rumble. His presence becomes suffocating to anyone in the apartment. Hayley lets out another little whimper, and when we turn to face her, she's absentmindedly rubbing her thighs together as she lowers her gaze.
"Show me your nest," he tells her, adding a bark in his words just to see how it affects her. She makes a desperate sound as her thighs clench, and then she nods jerkily, turning from us and showing us down the hall.
Hayley's home is small, but it's big enough for her, though I wish it was in a better part of the city, maybe like in my apartment with me. I'll bring it up later. I doubt asking her to move in with me is first-night-together material.
The apartment only has one bedroom, and there's already baby stuff being set up in her room. A bassinet near the nest, a changing table in the corner. Hayley makes a disgruntled sound when she walks into the room. The nest probably looks messed up to her, but it looks perfect for Remus and me. Not that we have anything to compare it to.
Remus growls when she walks toward it to begin fixing it, and she stops moving, eyes dropping except where they flick around to try to catch a glimpse of us as we walk around the nest. Remus has his hands down our pants, jerking us off and wiping precum on our hand so he can pull it out and start scenting the nest. Hayley whimpers some more as we work, taking our time to jerk off and produce more. Wipe it on her nest, repeating the process until we're happy, until Remus thinks it smells enough like we nest here, too.
"Alpha," she whispers his designation, which usually does a lot for beasts. They're primal and like being revered. Remus, though, wants to hear his name on our pretty omega's tongue.
"Remus," he tells her, moving to stand in front of her, tilting her chin with a single finger. "You call your alpha by his name."
Hayley lets out a shaky breath, her whole body quivering with need. Oh, and how Remus loves how badly she needs us right now. It's like a drug. Her scent is our drug, and the tighter we get her wound up, the more she's going to produce for us.
"Are you going to fuck me, Remus?" she asks, hope in her eyes that is accompanied by the sweetest scent.
Remus smiles down at her, and I can see just how unhinged we look in the reflection of her eyes.
"No, sweet omega," he tells her, holding her tighter as his words sink in. He lowers his lips to hers, not kissing her, but so close we can taste her breath. "Only good girls who keep themselves safe get fucked, and you've been a bad, bad girl."
6
Hayley
When an alpha tells you that you've been a bad girl, one would think it means he's about to reprimand them in the most delicious, toe-curling way. I didn't think when Remus said it that he'd send me off to get showered and then make me a sandwich because he hadn't seen me eat tonight. Now, we're in the nest, and he's snoring beside me, one arm propped behind his head, the other wrapped around me.
I'm on edge, and not because I have a stranger in my bed. If that was going to put me on edge, I never would've slept from college until about, oh, six months ago. No, what has me on edge is that he's done nothing to help with the little issue I'm having. The one where he's been growling and domineering all night, and it's done inappropriate things to my body that he would take care of if he were a good alpha.
I wriggle in his hold, squeezing my thighs together in a way that's not doing nearly enough to get me anywhere close to satisfying my need. It doesn't stop me from trying, though, my thighs clenching, my hips wiggling.
A low growl has me freezing as Remus lets his hand around my abdomen fall lower and lower until he's teasing the hem of my short sleep shorts. He might not be any good with his purr, but his growl has me slicking up so fast, my hindbrain telling me to please my alpha and submit to my alpha because that's what he wants to be, right? Mine.
I arch into him, feeling where his cock is hard and straining against his jeans. Jeans that I wish he'd take off. He at least lost the shirt before he crawled into the nest, making sure to be gentle with it, something plenty of other alphas have been jerks about, as though they don't realize how stressful it is when something's misplaced or disturbed in the nest.
"Please, Remus," I whine, wiggling against him, only stopping when his growl grows in intensity.
It's still a low, dangerous sound. He doesn't give it volume to be more intimidating. He just is. And the needy, desperate part of me that wants to be taken care of, protected, and cherished is swooning for this beast and his deadly growl.
If he slips his fingers just a little lower, he's going to feel where I've soaked through my panties already and am probably leaving a mess. His nose travels the length of my neck, goosebumps popping up over my skin as he inhales deeply.
"Are you sorry yet?" he asks.
