Page 28 of The Beta: Part Two
I clear my mind of all thoughts of sadness and loss. I will remain in the joy of now so that I can send this feeling to my pack, they will feel it through our bond and answer in kind. Talia is warm, content, and docile beneath me and I will savor it. I have been purring for her and she is now matching my gentle, vibrating tone with a sweet, lulling omega purr. I roll us so that I'm on my back with her draped across my torso, our bodies locked together while she rests.
The need to touch her is paramount, and I let my fingers wander over her hips and thighs, lingering on places that make her rumble louder. Then I notice that Jasper is also purring, and I take a moment to observe him again. He's watching Talia with half closed eyes while he tucks himself more securely into the space between his alphas. Nathan takes up a peaceful vibration and Jasper's lids flutter shut, and before a minute has passed he's asleep. So is Talia.
Trent, Nathan, and I are not part of the same pack, but our goal is the same in this moment and we trust each other enough to allow the perfection of this moment. There are two satisfied omegas resting between us and we are the epitome of what it means to be an alpha.
Trent quietly breaks the peaceful silence, “I thought it would piss me off to have you here, but it doesn't. And that's weird. I don't want to talk about it, I just wanted to say it. And don't get all shy in a few hours when Talia needs more than one dick at a time. We've been at this for a few days, she needs more than the three of us, and she needs Jasper. Don't be a prick about it.”
I consider him, his pallid skin, the darkness around his eyes, his wild hair, and his determination. “I know she needs more than us. She needs several alphas of her own at all times, especially during her heat. I would never be anything but willing and respectful. How is Jasper fairing? He looks tired.”
Trent sighs, “Jasper is exhausted. I want him to leave the nest and go sleep with Devon tonight since you and your pack are here to help with security. I wish I could send Nathan out, too, but that'll never happen. Once Talia wakes up, before it starts all over again, she's going to help me convince Jasper to go rest for the night. She knows he's beyond his limits, she wants him to be okay more than she wants him to be within arm's reach.”
I know he's right, but I don't know if Jasper can be convinced to leave her with us for that long. Hopefully he will, he's putting his own needs aside to help care for Talia's; and while that is commendable, it cannot stand. I'm surprised his pack has let it go on as long as they have. Jasper needs a good amount of real food and at least a full day of rest.
Trying to lighten the air in this moment of quiet clarity, I ask, “how do you all get anything done, how can you stand to leave this house, when they're here together? Either of them would be tempting enough alone, but together the way they are...” I let out a low whistle, “I'm not even interested in men, but Jasper is beautiful and seeing him together with Talia is putting thoughts in my head.” I breath out a small laugh to let him know that I would never make an attempt on the things I'm suggesting.
Nathan answers, his words mumbled and thick, “its fucking hard. They're too perfect with each other, it's like some kind of magic. Even when they're just together without sex, all I want to do is be with them no matter what they're doing. After Talia isn't in heat, we want to bond her into the pack. So Jasper can keep her.”
Nathan is kind, to a fault. He is probably the kindest man I know, so there's no reason for him to think what he just said is something that would cause enough anger to rise from the depths of my soul to make Talia stir from where she's sleeping on my chest. And the first words out of her mouth when she wakes only make me angrier.
“Feed Jasper. He needs actual food. And the tea. Tell Kaleb to make the tea the way I do it. Make Devon put him to bed. Get him out of here, Trent, before the next wave hits. Just carry him out, he's too tired. Tell Devon and Kaleb to tie him down if they have to, but make him rest.” Even she puts Jasper first.
The question comes to my forethought again, who is putting her first?
Who makes Talia a priority outside of fucking her through a heat cycle?
Anger is boiling in my stomach, enough to make my lip draw up in a snarl, but then she looks up at me and I instantly calm.
“Hi,” she says, and gives me a little smile. “You came. Alex and Reid are here, too. I smell them.”
I tuck a dark lock of hair behind her ear and return her smile, “yes. You demanded their scents be added to your nest. It's perfect, by the way, this nest. You're a magnificent omega, Talia. I knew you would be.”
She pinches me and rolls her eyes.
“I mean it, Trent. Take him to Devon and Kaleb. Hurry,” she whispers, then to me, “thank you, Corso. I know how awful it is.”
I flip us so that she's on her back and dip down to take her mouth, “awful is not a word that I would use to describe this, Talia. I am the happiest I've been in years.” I'm still kissing her when Trent stands up with Jasper in his arms and takes him from the room.
I spend the next hours sharing Talia between two men who are not part of my pack, but who I would trust implicitly in a fight. It is interesting to see how they handle her. Naturally, Nathan is gentle and sweet with his attention, pulling soft sighs and moans from her even when he works his knot inside her.
When Trent takes her, it's full of the mischief that seeps from his entire being. He says things to her that would make a soldier blush and a mother pass out from shock, and she thrives on it. He makes her beg for his knot every time before he shoves it into her, stealing her breath and making her scream while he grins like a lunatic.
She almost always wants the taste of one of us on her tongue, and we quickly get into a groove with one of us fucking her slick-soaked pussy while the others take turns offering themselves to her mouth. I'm trying to give them more opportunities to rest themselves and drink the water that keeps reappearing just by the door. Before I arrived, they were trying to tend to the needs of two omegas and it has taken a toll on their bodies, rut instinct or not.
It is night now, the light filtering in through the window is moonlight and the house is quiet. Nathan and Trent are reclined on either side of the nest, either completely or partially unconscious, and I am indulging my own selfish wants with Talia. I am making love to her, and she's letting me. This time, there is no pounding, no fucking, no clawing or snarling; there is only my hands running across her skin in worship. There is only her breath blowing across my neck and her legs wrapped around my hips, holding me to her like she's afraid to let me go. There are only her deep, blue eyes holding my own and her fingers tangled in my hair so she can pull me into her kisses.
This time when I give her my knot, I wedge it inside of her so, so slowly, my eyes never leaving hers; and when I can go no further I kiss her with every ounce of love I feel for her and pray that she can feel it, too.
She sighs and hums into my mouth and pulls my head to her chest where it belongs. “I'm sorry I couldn't be this for you back then,” her words are barely above a whisper, but I hear them and they cut me just the same.
“Don't ever apologize to me for that. You were everything then and you are everything now. I'm not counting my losses right now, tesoro, I'm reveling in my joy. That's what you are, my joy,” I say, my lips moving against her breast.
Then her body begins its rhythmic clenching and I have to fight to keep this moment of pureness between us. My heart is battling to hold her to me, but my instincts are winning at this point. I've fought the urge to allow them to fully take over, but the battle is lost. I have what's left of this one opportunity to have her just the way I want her. “I'm going to be lost to the rut soon, Talia. I've fought it as long as I can, I wanted to stay above it for as long as I could, but I'm at my limit.”
“I know, Corso. I keep going in and out, I only remember bits and pieces, mostly of resting between. I didn't know this would take over me so fully, I thought it was just bullshit people say. I'm embarrassed that I keep losing myself to it.”
I kiss her once more, knowing that it will be the last before we're both temporarily lost to our natures, “you're exactly as you're meant to be, bella.”
Then her body begins the work of milking the cum from me and I'm lost. I let my instincts take me fully and stop trying to hold on to sanity. I've watched the other two men provide what she needs while they, themselves, are running on pure alpha instinct and I know I'll be the same. The three of us will work together to see that she's well looked after.
