Page 104 of The Beta: Part Two
“It's okay, Nathan. I'm alright. Let's go back to sleep.” I'm not sure if he intended to stay or not, but after Alex throws his leg over him, there's no easy escape for Nathan; so he stays and we sleep in a big, warm, pile.
I sleep so well that I don't wake up before sunrise like I usually do. I sleep so soundly that I don't wake up when Corso sneaks out of the bed. But I do wake up when Alex pulls all the blankets off of me and Nathan, leaving them in a pile on the floor as he walks out of the room.
I slide out from under Nathan's ridiculously long leg and off the foot of the bed. I get the extra blanket Corso keeps in the chair next to the window and spread it over him before I tiptoe out of the room. It must be mid morning, but the place is quiet. And I'm hungry.
I'm definitely gearing up to go into my next heat. The emotional nonsense, the physical tiredness, the oversensitivity to smell, and the fact that I'm starving half the time are all clear symptoms of an incoming heat cycle.
Sighing, I make my way down the stairs. Next will come the heat spikes. That should be extra fun with seven alphas living with me. It was awful enough avoiding just four of them.
Except I don't need to avoid them. I don't need to hide the heat spikes. I have seven alphas who will be more than happy to help me through any spikes I have; and I have Jasper I can call in if I need to. That's a genuine relief. I spent more time in that fucking freezer than any one person ever should. I'll never complain about that thing, though.
It saved Jasper twice.
It's a good freezer.
Food. I'm going to go down and make the greasiest, cheesiest breakfast I can put together. And then I'm going to eat it all in front of all my boys while they eat toast and cold cereal.
I don't make it to the kitchen. Corso is sitting at the dining room table eating...something.
“You're going to ruin your breakfast.”
Corso laughs and pats the table next to his bowl of whatever it is. It looks like it was ice cream at some point, but I'm not sure.
“What is that?” I ask as I scoot it to the side so I can sit directly in front of him. My feet are resting on his thighs and he runs his warm palms up my calves.
“Frozen custard. Would you like to try it?”
I wrinkle my nose. It isn't frozen anymore, and a melted ice cream type substance doesn't sound very appetizing.
“Come on, bella. Try it.”
I sigh and open my mouth so he can give me a bite.
“You know,” he says, “I like feeding you. Putting things into your mouth. I like watching your lips move. And your throat.”
Of course. I come down here because I'm starving, and there's an alpha sitting at the table waiting to feed me anything but food. What's worse is the fact that I'd probably be perfectly content with anything he wanted me to swallow.
It really isn't bad, melted or not. I lick my lips and his dark gaze follows the movement. “Would you like another taste?”
His mouth is asking if I want another bite of his melted custard, but his tone and his eyes are offering something else. Now I'm hungry for something other than food, and Corso will be happy to give it to me.
“I'd rather you feed me something else.” My voice comes out raspy, and I can already feel my slick damp on my thighs.
He hums, “I could feed you, but I think I'd like to take my fill first. You wouldn't deny your alpha a treat, would you?”
I can't decide if my heated reaction to just his voice is a perk of being an omega or a downfall. His hands grip my thighs and he growls softly. That growl is both a perk and an unfair advantage. That growl that they're all so good at, even Jasper in his own way, goes right to my pussy, making me throb and drip. All I can do is bite my lip and shake my head.
He pulls my ass to the edge of the table. “Lie back, bellissima.”
I lay back onto the table and Corso places my feet on the edge. I have time to take a breath before he sucks my clit between his lips. Corso knows exactly how to tease me. He knows how to do everything that makes my hips jerk and twitch. He knows all the things to do to make my back arch up off the table. And he knows how to keep me just on the edge so that when he does wring my orgasm out of me I'm screaming because he's made me beg for it for so long.
I don't know how long he keeps me spread out on the table, licking and sucking pleasure from me. What I do know is that I'm going to rip his hair out if he doesn't let me cum soon; and that Devon has come in at some point and is sitting at the table looking right into my face when I pry my eyes open to glare down at Corso.
My fingers are ripping at Corso's hair, I'm simultaneously trying to hold him to me and shove him away. Devon reaches down and plucks my hands away from Corso's poor scalp.
“Let him take what he wants, Talia.” Devon's voice has dropped to the deeper timbre he uses with Jasper.
I don't know how to process that tone being directed towards me.
