Page 43 of The Beta: Part Two
Reid gives him a toothy smile and keeps driving.
“I'm serious, Reid. Pull the truck over. I can't hear her say that and do nothing. I've wanted to hear her sayanythinglike that for too long. Pull. Over.”
Reid shakes his head, “you're not putting a baby in her on the side of the road, Corso, that would be unacceptable. And Jasper really would kill you for it. Besides, she can’t get pregnant if she isn’t in heat. Alex can take care of our omega. I'll get us home, and then we can talk about babies.”
It sounds like a perfectly rational thing to do when Reid says it, but If someone were to suggest fucking Jasper while going down the highway, driving probably too many miles over the speed limit, I would immediately veto it. But we’re not talking about Jasper right now.
“Nobody is putting a baby in me at all. Not yet, anyway. Not for a long while. And we'll be home in about an hour. You're all welcome to take care of me once we get there. I think I can manage until then.” I'm trying to be reasonable. As much as I would like to ride Alex until I ruin the upholstery on this seat, it would be so much better if we wait till we have more room.
“You said home,” Corso says softly and takes a breath, “let Alex take the edge off, bella. You can't smell the way you do and expect us to do nothing. And when we get home we will all be taking care of you, in many different ways. Then tomorrow we'll go shopping to prepare for the rest of our pack to come home.”
I groan, and it isn't a sexual sound. I am not looking forward to shopping, but I know it's necessary. I am looking forward to showing Jasper the distillery, though, and Trent. I don't know if my room will be the same one as I had before, but if it is I'm putting Jasper in the room on the other side of the shared bathroom. It will almost be like we're sharing a room. I'll need a much bigger bed than before, though.
Alex pulls me across the seat and turns me so I'm leaning back against his chest. His erection digging into the small of my back and I close my eyes to savor his sweet campfire scent. He nuzzles into my neck and purrs into my ear, sending goosebumps running up and down my arms and legs.
“I'm going to take such good care of you, Talia,” he murmurs, and I sigh in pleasure as I rest my head against his shoulder, baring my neck to him. “You're so mean, tempting me like that, baby,” he rumbles.
“I didn't mean to, sorry,” I don't mean it, though. I'm not a bit sorry, I like making Alex feral. I'm fairly ecstatic that he's actually going to be able to act on the urge to mark me soon.
“Don't be sorry. I'm glad you submit to me like that, without even needing to. You've been ours all along, we just needed the rest of the pieces,” he says, and drags his teeth across my skin.
My back arches in response and he takes the opportunity to cup my breasts, rubbing my taut nipples with his thumbs. I feel like I'm burning up, like I might die if I don't get relief soon. Then he shoves his hand down the front of my shorts and starts circling and plucking my clit and my hips buck up off the seat.
“That's it, omega. Give it to me, it's mine, anyway,” he rasps against my neck before he licks my shoulder.
I have a full-body twitch.
That must be where Corso marked me. What an unfair advantage. Although, I did just use it against Jasper last night. The sounds he made were magnificent.
Alex latches onto the mark and sucks one time almost brutally and I jerk against him again. He crushes my nipple and at the same time pushes two fingers inside me, and that's all it takes. I gasp and cry out and cum all over his hand.
“There it is, baby. Such a good girl.” He could probably talk me right into another orgasm if he tried hard enough. And I'd probably let him.
He pulls his hand from my shorts and licks his fingers. “You know, Talia, you were delicious before, but now that you can give me all this slick,” he groans against my temple, “I'll just have to get you more dresses. Easy access, and all.”
I smile, I can't help it. I don't like dresses, they're not very practical, but I might change my mind if it's going to be like this.
Then all the windows roll open and the fresh air flying around blows most of Alex's hair into my face and I laugh.
“You can't sit in those shorts, though. They really are soaked, especially now,” he's laughing, too.
“I have a pair of leggings in my bag. I'm going to go back to my seat way over there and change,” I tell him and scoot over to do just that. After I finish contorting myself to get my leggings on I roll the useless shorts into the tightest ball I can manage and shove them into the very bottom of my bag and hope the scent is less overwhelming for the alphas trapped in the truck.
I turn my head to watch the fields go by until we get to the manor, but Alex apparently doesn't like me all the way across the seat on my own. He flops over and puts his head in my lap, looking up at me with a smile. I roll my eyes and sink my fingers into his hair to gently scratch his scalp, and go back to watching the landscape. Alex is one of those people who can fall asleep on a pile of sharp rocks, so it's no surprise when I feel him fully relax as he dozes off. The rest of the drive is like that, running my fingers through his hair while he lets out the occasional soft snore and watching the land become more familiar as we get closer to home.
I can't believe I'm going back. I never thought I would. I'm trying not to let the giddy excitement take over but it's proving to be more difficult than I thought. Every now and then I catch Corso glancing at me in the side view mirror with a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. I can feel his happiness and excitement to be going home through the bond, too. Maybe Alex is right. Maybe I have always been theirs and we really did just need a few more pieces to make our whole.
Alex wakes up just as we turn off the main road and onto the long paved driveway that leads to the manor. “Do I get to carry you over the threshold like I did the first time we brought you home?” he asks me, and I laugh.
“You're going to no matter what I say. You've probably been planning it since breakfast,” I'm teasing, but the look on his face is completely serious.
“I've been thinking about it for much longer than that, Talia,” he says and reaches up to tug on my braid.
I kiss my fingertip and press it to his mouth in an attempt to be as sweet as he is but he nips it and I end up calling him an asshole, effectively ruining the sweet moment. That's how Alex shows genuine affection, teasing and biting and pulling hair; and I love everything about it.
The truck stops in front of the manor, right at the bottom of the wide stairs that lead up to the heavy front doors. The first time I saw the place I was more than a little intimidated. It's huge, painted bright white, with a balcony over the front entrance, and a completely functional fountain bubbling on the front lawn.
I can't count the number of times I told them they should put fish in it but they never did. The distillery is down a paved drive a little ways farther into the property, but I can still smell the sweet, musky scent drifting on the breeze. I always loved it here, I'm so glad I get to call this my home.
