Page 53 of The Beta: Part Two
Hearing her call me alpha in that way triggers an automatic response in my big head as well. “Yes, Beta.”
Talia purrs softly and stands. She pulls a pillow and places it on the floor by the head of her bed, in the same place we decided was my place before. “Floor position.”
I take position. I kneel and sit back on my heels. This is one of my happiest places. She's gazing at me with a little smile pulling at half of her mouth. “I didn't know if you would still want this,” she says, and traces her fingers across my cheek.
“I need it. I need this with you. You are the only one who understands,” I tell her and lower my eyes. She doesn't like that. She tips my chin up to hold my eyes.
“I will give you what you need for as long as you need it, alpha. Just like before.”
I close my eyes and lean into her hand when she moves it back to my cheek. “Thank you, Beta.”
She hums again, cocking her head, and drags her eyes down the front of my body. They linger on the front of my jeans where I'm straining painfully against my zipper. “You look uncomfortable, alpha. Would you like to take out your cock for me?”
“Yes.”
“Do it then. Show me how hard you are for me.”
My fingers tremble as I fumble with the button and then the zipper. I sigh in relief when I spring free. I watch as Talia traces one fingertip over the weeping head and puts it into her mouth to suck my taste from her skin. “Do you want to fuck me, alpha?”
“Yes.”
“No,” she refuses, and my eyes shoot up to hers. She's smiling down at me. My pulse quickens. She's going to make me ask her for it.
“Please, Beta. I need to fuck you.”
She clicks her tongue. “I'm not a beta.”
“Please, Omega.”
She smiles and leans over me to nip my shoulder. “Such a good alpha.” Goosebumps break out over my skin as she continues, “if you bite me, and put your mark on my neck, you'll be mine. You'll belong to me.”
“Please. Please let me, Talia. I'm already yours. I've always been yours, and I'll always be yours. Please wear my mark.”
She says one word, “yes.”
Talia slowly takes off the clothes she has only been wearing for a few minutes and sits on the edge of her bed in front of me.
“Are you sure you want to do it now?” I ask her. We haven't had her home for a full twenty-four hours. I thought she might want to wait at least a day before she invited either Alex or me to claim her.
“It's going to happen, anyway, isn't it? You need it. And, if I'm honest, I need it, too. I can feel Corso through my bond with him. I want to feel you like that; and Alex. I need to be able to close my eyes and know you're alright.”
I kiss her knee when she sighs before finishing, “this omega shit is as awful as it is wonderful. I have only been away from Jasper for less than a day, but I want to cry because I miss him so much. I miss Trent and Nathan, too. I miss Kaleb. Fuck, I even miss Devon. I need to feel you all. Then I think I'll be able to breathe.”
“That's how you're supposed to feel. We're your pack. It's only natural for you to need to feel us.”
She huffs, “well, it makes me feel anxious. Talking to Jasper and Trent earlier helped. Corso helped, too. Now you're going to help. I think the sooner you and Alex mark me, the better I'll feel. Then you can mark Jasper when they get here, and the others can mark me. Then I won't walk for a few days, but that's okay. I'll just let Jasper do all the omega stuff until I can use my legs again. He's better at it, anyway.”
“You're going to be a wonderful omega, Talia.”
She rolls her eyes, “we'll see. Now, I'm terribly naked and you're not. I want you to fuck me, knot me, and claim me. Are you ready, alpha?”
And just like that, I let go of every word of the conversation that doesn't involve my dick. I have been hard for so long that I'm aching. I shuffle out of my clothes, too eager to make a show of it. I'm about to climb onto the bed when she stops me, “wait. Stand there. I want you in my mouth. Just for a minute. I want to taste you.”
I groan, but stand up straight between her knees so she can lift my swollen length to her lips. Her tongue flicks out and swirls around the head, making me gasp. My hips buck when she sucks it into her mouth and I can't stop myself from sinking my fingers into her hair.
She pulls off of me with a pop and says, “hands.”
My lust-addled brain automatically follows the order and I clasp my hands behind my back so that she controls my pleasure. She lowers her mouth back to me, flicking over the head again, and sucks me down as far as she can. She wraps her hand around the shaft and uses firm strokes up and down the length until I'm fighting the urge to thrust my hips.
