Page 49 of The Beta: Part Two
“You can’t say things like that when I’m trying to take you tenderly, bellina,” he rasps, “take it. Make your body take it. Let me see you do it.”
I can do that. I’ve never done it before, worked a knot inside of myself, but I’ve seen Jasper do it. If he can do it, I can do it. Corso keeps up his soft growling and I start pushing myself down over him.
I can feel how much bigger his knot is than the rest of his shaft, and my body is fighting to take it. It’s such an odd thing to crave something so deeply, and yet have to fight yourself to get it. Trying to force my pussy, no matter how obscenely wet and needy it is, over Corso’s knot is completely different than letting him push it into me himself.
I’m giving it my best shot, though.
I twist and push and grind until I’m sweating and panting in frustration; and Corso looks like he’s in pain. I’m stretched so tight around his knot, I keep waiting for my body to take over and pull him all the way inside me. That's what's supposed to happen. But it isn't, and I'm going to start screaming soon.
I close my eyes and lower my fingers to my swollen, slick-soaked clit and gently rub it in small circles while I continue undulating my hips.
“You're almost there, bella. Just a little more. You're so beautiful,” Corso purrs, and reaches up to gently palm my breasts.
Little mewling sounds are escaping my throat the longer I try, unsuccessfully, to get him the rest of the way inside. It isn't supposed to be this hard for me to take him.
I slip my fingers back so I can feel where Corso and I are joined. I run them all around the exposed portion of his knot, and he throws back his head, letting out a string of curses. I start massaging my pussy with my fingertips, physically stretching myself farther.
“Talia,” he groans, “bella. I can't take much more of that.”
I don't think I can either. It feels amazing to touch myself while I'm stretched so tight around him, but we both need his knot all the way inside me too badly. I plant my feet flat on the mattress and spread my knees as far as they'll go, then I raise myself up as much as I can and force myself down onto him. After an intense, burning stretch, Corso's knot is finally inside me. I can feel my body pulling him deeper and deeper, and the relief I feel is so intense that I laugh. “I didn't think I could do it. I told you I was going to be a terrible omega.”
“You're going to be a perfect omega,” Corso says, and pulls me down onto his chest. He thrusts up into me slowly, gently, until I feel the rhythmic pulsing of his release. This is how I wanted it to be with him. I remember a few tender moments with him from my heat, before it was a disaster, but they don't compare to this.
I'm so full of him, and I can feel his complete contentment through our bond. Most of the time I try to avoid actively thinking about our bond, but this is perfect. When Devon knotted me to help me through that violent heat spike it felt so good to give myself over to his care; which was strange because Devon is, well, Devon. I didn't have a bond with him, though. Being knotted by an alpha who I have a bond with is one of the most intensely wonderful things I've ever felt.
“This is so different from when I was in heat,” my voice is slurred and I don't even care. I think listening to Jasper try to have conversations after he's been thoroughly fucked and knotted is the most adorably sexy thing. I wonder if I sound the same way right now? I twist the ends of his hair around my fingers and sigh, “this is better. I'm probably going to fall asleep soon. I can't help it. This feels so good, Corso.”
I can almost feel him smiling through our bond, “you're supposed to fall asleep. That's what happy, satisfied omegas are supposed to do after their alphas take care of them.”
He's right, of course. Everything I've witnessed and learned about omega behavior makes that abundantly clear. I guess I am a happy, satisfied omega right now.
Chapter sixteen
Reid
One of the very best things about Talia is her ability to roll with things and give them two hundred percent of herself. We all know how uncomfortable and anxious she is about her newly awakened omega designation; but there she is, sitting at the desk in the office like she's always done it and placing orders for furniture and additional supplies for our newly formed pack. The only thing that bothers me about it is that none of the things she is ordering are for herself besides a new, bigger bed and linens.
She's ordered new bedding and window dressings for the bedrooms for the alphas who will be joining us soon that will suit each of them individually. The plan was to wait until we got them here so they could decide whether they wanted new things or not, but Talia and Jasper decided that new things would make them feel more comfortable. I suppose that’s true, if given the choice between old, used things full of old, used scents and new things with neutral scents I’d definitely choose new things. And it’s not like we can’t afford it.
The things she ordered for Jasper are...abundant. I'm not actually bothered by that, I want Jasper to have all those things. Even if I never directly claim him as my omega, he will still carry my mark and he willbemy omega. I don't have to fuck him to claim him as mine. I just haven't decided how I want to handle Jasper just yet.
The working plan right now is for Corso, Alex and I to mark him as pack, much like betas are marked; but my instincts don't like that. Being with a man in a sexual sense has never been a blip on my radar, but I'm not entirely opposed. I could see myself having sex with and falling for the right man. And that may end up being Jasper. His masculine matches Talia's feminine in an almost painfully beautiful way.
I doubt Corso will ever want Jasper in that way. Alex wants everyone in any and every way he thinks will get him the most attention, so it won't surprise me at all if he goes after Jasper. He's already made noises about having a matching set of omegas to play with. I don't think he realizes what these two particular omegas will do to him if he's ever at their mercy, though.
All three of us had separate and combined relationships with Talia before she left us. I can't speak for what happened in the others' individual relationships with her, but the relationship she and I built for ourselves was unique; and based on a few of my own, very personal, very private needs. I have no trouble imagining what might happen if I manage to convince both her and Jasper to bring him into it.
When Talia was with us before, she was here as our beta. Then our friend. Then our lover. Corso was her first, the first to ever touch her. As a pack, we have never been jealous of each other; and we weren't jealous of Corso at the time. Alex started his version of courting her almost before she climbed out of Corso's bed, but I held back. Sometimes I want and need things from a lover that no good alpha should want. I was afraid that Talia wouldn't understand; or that she would and handle it poorly.
I needn't have worried. Talia dove into being my lover the same way she dives into anything else she decides to do, with her whole heart. She never made me feel embarrassed or lessened by the things I need, and she never spoke about it outside of our time together. I'm sure Corso and Alex have a few curious guesses, but they would never ask and they would never intrude.
I have always been the biggest. The strongest. The one expected to carry most of the physical weight. The one who everyone expects to be the most dominant asshole in the room. I certainly look the part. But sometimes, when I'm alone or with someone I absolutely trust, I don't want to do the carrying. I need to give the control away. Talia gave me that.
We didn't begin that part of our relationship until after we brought her home from Seth's place. I have never been as angry in my entire life as when Corso carried her out of the cell she was being held in. From the moment Talia walked into my life I knew she was mine and I was hers; and to see her body bruised and torn cut me to my soul. I couldn't look at the pictures Nathan and Kaleb were sent. I could barely tolerate hearing how broken she was when Devon found her on their porch after the rogues took her.
I have never fought for control of myself as hard as I did when Devon's pack admitted to leaving Talia alone in that hospital after what happened to her. What theyallowedto happen to her. TomyTalia. I am still trying to accept their reasoning, that they truly didn't know she was an omega and that they thought she would have been more miserable with them there while she was healing. I actually do believe that she refused to let them come to support and help her; she's entirely too stubborn for her own good. None of that makes it acceptable, though. On either of their parts.
Corso loves Talia. Utterly, truly, deeply loves her. We all do. But my love is different from theirs. I adore Talia as a woman, but the love I have for her is the love reserved for a goddess. My love is the same as the love and reverence priests have for their gods. I give Talia the same devotion. I haven't touched a woman in all the time she was gone from me. I couldn't tolerate even the thought of it.
