Page 48 of The Beta: Part Two
“I intend to watch as many things enter your mouth as I possibly can. I’ve been hard for hours, by the way. If you were a good omega you’d be on your knees right now taking care of me,” he says without a twitch of the lip.
I give him a smirk, “I already said I was going to be a terrible omega. Your boner isn’t my problem.”
Then I walk around the counter and pinch his ass on my way out of the kitchen. Alex wasn’t the only one watching people put things into their mouths, and the earlier discussion about whether or not he or Trent would be a bottom has my body remembering how heated I was in the truck. Both my pussy and the mark Corso put on me are throbbing. I need some relief and a hand down my pants isn’t going to cut it, especially when I haven’t fucked Corso since my heat. I barely remember being with him, it’s all a blur of need and burning.
I find him in his bedroom. He has a different quilt on his bed, a mishmash of soft red and brown patches. I immediately want to steal it. He’s laying on his back with his arm thrown over his eyes, his gigantic, narrow feet bare and almost dangling off the foot of the bed. I don’t bother to shut the door behind me, I never did. They are a close pack. If Reid or Alex want to watch, or join, they’re more than welcome to. I wonder briefly how it will be once Devon and the rest are here. Which reminds me, I’ll need Nathan to install cameras in every single room in the manor. We just may, or may not, tell anyone else about them.
I climb onto the bed and mount Corso, my achy center pressed against his lower stomach. I lean over him and rasp into his ear, “I need you, alpha.”
He puts his hands on my hips and when his amber eyes open they're practically glowing. A rumbling purr starts in his chest and I can feel warm satisfaction pouring into me through our bond.
I nuzzle his neck, “thought you’d like that,” and I give him a little lick. The salty flavor blooms over my tongue and I can’t help dragging it over his skin for another, longer taste.
His fingers grip my hips just a bit tighter and he says softly, “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that to me for years, bella.”
He lets me lick and kiss up and down the column of his neck until that isn't enough, then he helps me pull his shirt over his head so I can run my tongue over his chest. I don’t know if it’s because of my fancy new omega tendencies, but Corso has never tasted so delicious.
“You were magnificent during your heat, stellina mia. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. I am sorry for the circumstances, but I will never be sorry that I claimed you. I knew you were meant to be mine from the first moment I saw you.”
I’m not even slightly upset with Corso for claiming me anymore. It has created a way for us to have a bigger, stronger pack. It might just be my fresh omega awakening, but I’m just not bothered by it anymore. And, besides, the more alphas there are to keep Jasper safe the happier I will be.
“I’m glad it was you,” I say, and his purr intensifies so much that I can feel his torso vibrating against my thighs. “Now, take care of me like you said you would. Alex putting all those naughty thoughts into my head only made my situation worse,” I pout and press my ass back against his hardening length.
He groans, “you enjoy the thought of Trent taking Alex?” I pull back and look at him like he’s said something ridiculous…because he has. “Of course I enjoy the thought. They’re both beautiful. I’d be incredibly stupid or terribly blind to not enjoy it.”
He does that thing where he holds eye contact, but he’s thinking hard about something else so he isn’t actually seeing me for a moment. “Bella,” he chuckles, “I don’t want you to be disappointed, but I don’t think I want to have another male in that way. I will obviously enjoy sharing you with any of them. I very much enjoyed watching and sharing you with Jasper. But I don’t think I would like fucking another man.”
It never occured to me that Corso would. Reid, maybe. But Alex… Alex would do it for the shock value alone. His genuine enjoyment would be a happy side effect. “Of course you wouldn’t, I never thought so. But Alex definitely would enjoy it. I think Alex might even like the idea of fucking Jasper. But we’ll see. Right now I’m much more concerned about you fucking me. I want to have you again without being in heat.”
Corso is gorgeous when he smiles. When he smiles it takes over his whole face. “I want you to ride me, bella. I want it slow, and beautiful. I want to watch your body move as you take me,” he purrs.
I’ve never felt so consciously needy. Hearing him say such things makes me throb and pulse. I roll off of the bed long enough to yank my leggings off, then I start pulling at his jeans. We work together to get the things off his unnecessarily long legs and I breathe a sigh of relief when he’s laying naked in front of me. His olive-toned skin is beautiful in the afternoon sunlight coming in through his window, and I feel an almost violent urge to lick every visible inch of him.
Instead, I crawl up the length of his body until I’m spread over his hips again. He wants slow, I can give him that. I pull my shirt over my head and smile down at Corso as he drags his hands up my sides to frame my breasts. He rubs his thumbs over my nipples and I make a sound for him; I can already feel the insides of my thighs getting wet with my growing arousal.
My hips start involuntarily rocking against him, and he starts purring again as his skin is covered in my slick. “I tried so hard to make love to you when you were in heat. I wanted to remember it. I fought against my urge to rut so hard, Talia. I want to remember this, too. The first time I claim you as my omega in our home.”
“I remember, Corso,” I whisper, and lean down to kiss him.
Corso’s kisses are like a rock slide. They start small and light, with gentle flicking licks against my lips and tongue, and before I realize what’s happening his fingers are wrapped tightly in my hair and he’s devouring my mouth, drawing whimpers and moans from me.
I match his energy like I always have. I thrust my tongue as deeply into his mouth as he’s licking his into mine, it almost feels like a battle for dominance but we both know that isn’t it. We’re just desperate for each other. Until Jasper, Corso is the only man who has ever,ever,kissed me like this, touched me like this. Like I’m something precious, something he needs.
I reach down between us to grip the base of him, holding him firmly as I guide him to my dripping entrance. I don’t want or need any further stimulation, I just need him inside me. I take my time working him in, circling and grinding my hips until we both sigh in relief when he’s as deep as I can get him. I give his tongue one last, lingering flick and then I raise up to brace my hands on his chest. Then I start riding him, raising my hips and lowering them as I rock back and forth. He lets me set the rhythm and control the movement for much longer than I thought he would before he takes over. He thrusts up, driving himself into me at an agonizing pace. It takes real effort to stop myself from raking my nails down his chest and stomach.
Too soon, I feel a fiery orgasm begin to claw its way through my body. I wanted to ride him until he was satisfied, but I can’t stop this release from tearing through me.
“I’m going to cum, Corso,” I pant, and he rumbles a response.
“I know, bella. I can feel it. Let go for me. Let me watch you come apart.”
Two thrusts later my orgasm hits me like a bus, my back bows with the intensity of it. I ride it out in a tingling haze of satisfied pleasure until Corso growls. It’s an alpha growl meant only for their omega and I am immediately affected. Slick flows from me and around his cock that’s still buried inside me like a fucking river and I gasp.
“Would you like my knot, Talia?” he asks, as if I would ever say no.
“I will always want it,” I purr, and then, because I’m a brat, I add on, “give it to me, alpha.”
The sound that rips out of Corso’s chest startles me. It doesn’t scare me, but I wasn’t expecting it.
