Page 39 of The Beta: Part Two
I wasn't expecting to enjoy the idea of a combined bigger pack, it certainly wasn't on my radar as a possibility. I thought we were just going to get Talia some additional support for her heat before she tore Trent and Nathan to ribbons; but here we are. It just makes sense for us to join together, and the way we're going to do it is a little unconventional but ideal for us.
I like knowing that there are more of us to keep our omegas safe. We would have been fine just the six of us, but Corso changed all that when he marked Talia as his omega. I don't even mind, to be perfectly honest. I love the odds of seven of the strongest alphas in this region joining together to form a pack with two of the brightest and most beautiful omegas ever to walk the Earth. I won't say we will be invincible because that's asking for bad luck, but we will be a force to be reckoned with. Seven of us will be very capable of protecting and providing for Jasper and Talia.
“Are you really okay with all this, baby?” I ask Jasper, tugging on one of his curls. I might be okay with it, and everyone else seems okay with it, but I'll feel much better about it if he tells me himself how he's feeling when there's no one else around to hear.
I can feel him smiling against my chest and he squeezes my waist, “it feels so right. I don't know how else to explain it. We all get what we want and, most importantly, what we need. I've never been to a distillery, have you?”
I have.
I have actually been to Corso's distillery twice, but he is probably only aware of one of those occasions. I went for a tour and a few bottles with my father when I was younger; and, more recently, I went to speak with his pack about using his place as a possible check in point on a mission we were on. That was a few years ago, though.
“I went on a tour of Corso's distillery with my father when I was barely of age. Back then, the distillery was still owned and operated by his uncle. Corso and his pack took it over after his uncle died, but I doubt much has changed. I think you'll really like it there. The distillery is just a stone's throw away from the house. I say house, but it's basically a mansion. It's been passed down for generations and it's really beautiful. Plus, everything smells like wood and whiskey.”
Jasper crinkles his nose before answering, “hmmm, I don't like whiskey.”
I laugh softly and drop a kiss onto his head, “I'll enjoy your portion, in that case. Now take a nap. Talia will likely be leaving in the morning and I'm sure you're going to want to give her a proper farewell tonight.”
He nips my chest, but tucks into me and is asleep before I'm even drowsy.
When I wake up it's nearly dark, Jasper is missing, and I smell bacon. Only one of those things is good, the other two are unsettling. I don't typically sleep through Jasper leaving my bed, and I didn't think I was so worn that I'd miss him getting up. I'm not proud of it, but waking up under these circumstances, bacon aside, leaves me feeling off balanced and irritable; in fact, I'm downright grumpy.
I scrub my hands down my face and throw my legs over the side of my bed, then glare at my phone when I turn it on to find that it's way later than I want it to be. I guess I was exhausted.
I follow the scent of bacon to the back porch where Devon is busy at the grill. The pile of meat cooking would be ridiculous if I didn't know that Trent could put away half that pile by himself if we let him. Talia is sitting on the banister with Jasper leaning against it between her knees. Her chin is perched on Jasper's shoulder and their hands are entwined across his chest.
I could look at them for a long time; and I don't think I'm alone in that. Both Reid and Corso are watching them with expressions of wonder. Wonder with a healthy dose of lust. I take a seat in one of the chairs next to Corso. “Are they always like that? I was with them during her heat, but seeing them like this...it's more than that.”
I nod at him, “I love watching them together. You weren't there when we had our first outing with her. She and Jasper danced; they were magic to watch even then. I've never seen them making love, but I hear it's a beautiful thing.”
He snorts, “I haven't seen them make love, but I did get to see them fuck each other. I wanted to be jealous, but I couldn't pull it off. Two omegas, together,” he breathes out a wistful breath, “and they're ours.”
I nod without taking my eyes off of them, “they are.”
I'm still awake well after everyone else has retired for the night. The mood in the house is a bit melancholy but it can't be helped. Jasper and Talia's bond can withstand the short separation much better than her bond with Corso. I didn't say it out loud, but it's because her bond with Jasper is beyond what can be achieved with a claiming mark, even by an alpha.
I'm sure I'm not the only one thinking about it, but it hasn't been brought up and I'm glad. Talia isn't thrilled with being away, but her immense academic knowledge of omega-alpha relationships is carrying her precarious instinctual knowledge and she agrees that it's the right thing to do.
She and Jasper are in his bed tonight and everyone made it a point to give them space. I expected to hear him fucking her on and against every surface in his room, but it has been surprisingly quiet; even now that they know everyone else has gone to bed. They’re so quiet that I feel the need to check on them.
I quietly cross the hall and listen just outside Jasper's door. I don't hear anything, they must be asleep, so I open the door just a little like I do when I check on Jasper any other night. I want to peek in, just for a second, to make myself feel better more than anything else. The room is dark, the only light streaming in from the moon shining through the window; it falls perfectly across the bed and I see them.
They're not sleeping.
I can clearly see Jasper's back, the taught muscles undulating sensuously, and Talia's legs drawn up to cradle his hips between them. They're moving together so perfectly, all I can hear is the occasional sigh or quiet whimper.
Trent told everyone how much shit Jasper talks when he fucks her, but he's not talking it now. He's just loving her. And I'm intruding.
I take a step backwards back into the hall and am just pulling the door shut when I hear Talia whisper my name. I push the door open further and my heart stutters when I see both of them peering at me through the dark of the room.
I want to apologize for interrupting, but they each reach a hand out for me and I walk toward them before I can stop myself. How could I do anything else when my omegas are reaching for me?
“I didn't mean--” I start, but Talia shushes me.
I'm beside the bed now, Talia runs her hand over my hip and Jasper touches my stomach, “take off your clothes, Kaleb. You need us. I can feel it,” he says softly.
Of course he can feel it.
I want their physical attention, crave it even; but I need to know that they want me. Both of them, separate and together. I didn't realize I was unsure about that until just this moment. I know Jasper wants me, always, but Talia...I wasn't sure.
