Page 32 of The Beta: Part Two
Especially my shoulder where Corso put his motherfucking mark on me. It probably aches the most, and Jasper keeps batting my hand away when I try to scratch at it.
“I didn't know I'd be forced to have him in my head like this,” I say quietly.
Jasper scrubbed every bit of Corso's scent from my skin that he possibly could the moment he got me into his shower, and now we're curled around each other in his bed. I think one or both of us are in shock. It's probably me.
“It didn't occur to me to mention it before. But yeah, I can feel all of mine, they can feel me, too. Did you know that I can feel you sometimes?”
I didn't know that, but I can feel where Jasper is in the house and sometimes I just know what he needs from me without him saying anything. I didn't want to talk about it because I didn't want him to laugh at me. I've never heard of that happening outside of a mating bond, and those don't really happen between two omegas. But Jasper called me his mate when he pulled me out of Nathan's room.
“Do you really think we're mates?” I ask, assuming he would know.
Why would he know any more than I would?
He hums and brushes a kiss against my hair, “I know we are. You're mine. I don't give a fuck about Corso or any other alpha in that kitchen. You're mine, Talia. I will not allow Corso to take you from me. I can’t let you sever that bond, though. Cutting a bond with your alpha is a pain that I don't think either of us can fully grasp. You've been through enough hurt, we'll find a way for this to work. It will be alright.”
Now I know I'm in shock because I believe him, unquestionably.
“Try to sleep for a bit, if you can, baby. You need rest. When you wake up I'll hold you while Corso tends his mark. I know you hate it, I know you're angry, but he has to be the one to tend it. It's an alpha-omega thing. I'll hold you the whole time, and he'll have to deal with it.”
So I do.
I close my eyes and breathe in Jasper's orangy scent and doze in and out of wakefulness until the sun filters through the window and I'm hit with a hot wave of arousal that jolts me up out of Jasper's warmth.
My heat is over, I haven't felt a single cramping wave in hours, that isn't it. I always want Jasper, even now with my insides hurting I would let him fuck me, but that isn't it, either. No, this arousal doesn't belong to me, and my eyes narrow. I stand up from the bed, snarling, and stalk out of the room with Jasper on my heels. I don't care that I'm only dressed in one of Jasper's tee shirts, I don't care that my bare ass cheeks are peeking out from under the hem as I move toward the kitchen, and I don't care who might see what. I'm going to find that asshole and drown him in that sink.
When I get to the kitchen they are all sitting around with empty shot glasses in front of them and it is obvious that I'm interrupting a serious conversation. I don't care about that, either. I see a nearly full glass of water sitting in front of Kaleb and I pick it up and launch the contents into Corso's face. Then I close the distance and slap him.
“What the fuck were you thinking about just now?” I say, not bothering to keep the growl from my voice.
He opens his mouth, but I interrupt, “I don't actually fucking care. Don't think it again. I was asleep, with Jasper, and your dick woke me up. Don't ever do that again or I'll rip it right the fuck off.”
Then I turn and zero in on Trent. “Stop smirking, asshole. This is your fault, too. If his dick bothers me again I'm shoving it up your ass.”
Then I refill Kaleb's glass and hand it to him before I stomp back down the hall. I wait for Jasper to get safely inside his room before I slam the door and lock it. I don't think it will actually stop any of them from coming through the door if they want to, but it does make me feel better.
“That's probably the most annoying thing that comes with having an alpha,” Jasper says, flopping back onto the bed. “I'll be so angry with one of them that my stomach hurts, but then someone will think about something that will have us fucking way before we fight. I'll still be angry, but it's hard to maintain that when whatever they push at you makes your dick so hard you can't think.”
I don't want to laugh. I don't want to smile; but hearing Jasper's exasperated tone in combination with his petulant expression pulls a smile from me anyway. With that smile comes thoughts about one of them fucking Jasper and I catch on a brief memory of ordering Trent to fuck him while Nathan's knot was lodged heavily inside me and a torrent of slick gushes out of me.
Jasper eyes me, his brows shooting up, “what areyouthinking about?”
I'm stalking with a different purpose now, toward the bed, “Trent balls-deep inside of you. I remember needing to hear him make you cum while Nathan was knotting me.”
My sweet Jasper blushes and even though I'll probably regret it, I throw myself at him and begin the ravishing.
I'm riding him so slowly and gently, my goal being a slow-burning pleasure rather than an intense orgasm, when an odd feeling flows through me. It's an odd collection of feelings, actually. Regret, elation, disappointment, jealousy, lust, pride, and love all rolled into an avalanche of emotion that washes through me, leaving me gasping and gripping Jasper's shoulders.
“He isn't allowed to take you from me. He can't take this,” Jasper says and flips me onto my back.
He pounds into me with such aggression that my body is pushed across the mattress in small increments. My slow-burning pleasure rages into a full, fiery need and within minutes I'm gasping out an orgasm I didn't think would be possible so soon after a heat.
Just as Jasper's release takes him, I hear a soft knock on the door. Nathan pokes his head in, waiting until I wave him in. “I would never, ever ask this of you under normal circumstances, but these aren't really normal. I think we have a solid idea for how to deal with this, but I don't think Corso is handling this,” he wags a finger between me and Jasper, “as well as he's trying to lead us to believe.
“It was hard for us, at first, to share Jasper between us without a degree of fallout; and we had a pack bond to rely on. Corso doesn't. He is essentially being forced to let another male have the omega he literally just claimed. I don't want you to be angry about me saying that, it was fucked up and he shouldn't have done it. But maybe try to remember all the times you said Corso was a good man and a good alpha and give him a little time to come to terms with himself. He's really struggling right now. I'm sorry to ask this of you, I know you're struggling, too, both of you.” Nathan, as always, is noble and sweet. Nathan is one of those people who never says very much, but when he does he drops things like that and changes your entire perspective.
Nathan has one foot out the door but I call him back, “I didn't think of that. I'm sorry. Did he feel it, like a bond thing? Or did he just hear it?”
Nathan looks at me over his shoulder, “we can feel it. We feel everything.” Then he slips out the door.
