Page 60 of The Beta: Part Two
By the time his knot is formed and pressed into that glorious spot, I'm almost screaming in pleasure. It feels so fucking good. And he isn't even moving. I hope it always feels this good.
Then he starts to move, rocking us gently and rolling his hips.
“You feel so good, baby,” he purrs into my ear, “I'm not going to last very long. I've been waiting for this too long. Where do you want my mark?”
I don't actually give a fuck where he puts it, so long as he gives it to me right fucking now.
“I don't care. Just do it. Please, Alpha. Mark me. Claim me.”
Is it so terrible that I'm using words that I know will trigger Alex into sinking his sharp teeth into me wherever they land? If the look in his eyes is anything to go by, he might mark me more than once. I've never heard of that happening, but I don't mind being the first.
He only bites me once, though. Right on the inside of my breast. His teeth are so sharp that it doesn't even ache, it just feels good, and my orgasm takes me almost violently. At some point during my screaming pleasure, Alex also finds his release.
I'm trying so hard to stay awake. I want to cuddle Alex, he likes being cuddled. And I need to call Jasper. But I can't keep my eyes open, and I'm still so full of Alex.
“Help,” I croak, “I told Jasper I'd tell him good night.”
Alex chuckles and stretches his arm out to the nightstand where he put his phone. After a few seconds he's got Jasper on speaker.
“Are you ready for bed now, baby?” I smile at Jasper's voice.
“Mmhmm. Goodnight, princess.” The last thing I'm coherent enough to process is Alex assuring Jasper that I'm okay. Then I fall asleep while Alex licks and soothes his mark.
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Two days later, we're ready for the rest of our pack to come home. Everyone got new bedding for their rooms for our new start. Jasper and I got new, fucking massive beds for our rooms because that's where everyone will likely end up most nights.
I refused to buy any more new stuff. We don't need it. Corso and Alex keep suggesting things, though. Would I like new dishes? Might I like new towels and other linens? Maybe I'd like to repaint and re-upholster the whole goddamned manor, because why not?
It's completely ridiculous.
No. I don't want to do any of that shit. To be perfectly honest, I want to add everything from the farmhouse and mix it in with what's already here. It doesn't have to match, it just needs to feel right. And combining all the stuff from the farmhouse with the stuff here feels right. That's the basis of what we're doing with the pack, and it should carry over into the physical functionality of our living space.
And if I'm really,extrahonest...I don't give a single fuck what towels or sheets or whatever we have. I don't care about area rugs, throw pillows, themed room décor, none of it. If Jasper likes it then I'm good. I literally do not give a shit. I hope these silly alphas will come to terms with that and leave me alone. They can harass Jasper about all that stuff when he gets here and leave me out of it.
The only thing I really have an opinion on is the kitchen. That is going to be my territory. All these men know how to do is make a mess. Even Reid, who goes out of his way to be as tidy as possible. I don't need a bunch of new stuff, I just want everything left exactly the way I like it. That shouldn't be a problem, none of them are interested in anything that happens in the kitchen, just what comes out of it.
“Ready to go?” Reid says, leaning against my door frame.
I stand up and slide my feet into my sandals. I'm trying to make an effort to dress softer. I've always worn the occasional dress, but for everyday clothes I tend to lean far into sturdy, functional things. I can't defend anybody in a swirly skirt that gets hung around my ankles and tries to kill me. But for occasions like bringing Jasper and the rest of my pack home, I can dress soft.
Today I'm wearing a gauzy, white dress with delicate straps over my shoulders. It comes down just past my knees and swishes when I walk. Alex can't stop watching the hemline.
We load into the truck, same as before, with me and Alex in the back seat. I make him promise to behave himself, and he swears he will. I don't believe him. He's still glancing at my skirt every other minute. “Alex. For goodness sake. It's just a fucking dress.”
“I know,” he sighs, “but you never wore them before. The only time I've ever seen you in a dress is at that fucking auction, and that was a naked dress. This dress is way sexier than that one. It makes you look all sweet and innocent and I want to rip it off of you and throw it out the window.”
“Don't you fucking dare,” I threaten, glaring at him for good measure. “I wanted to look pretty today.”
“You always look beautiful. You'd be gorgeous in anything. And I'm sure Jasper would be extremely happy and appreciative if you showed up wearing nothing but those sandals and your panties,” Alex says, and runs a finger across my thigh, just under the hem of the dress.
I slap his hand away, “I'm not wearing any.”
“You're an asshole,” he says. “A fucking tease. I have to sit here beside you for two hours with you looking like that, and not wearing panties, and you expect me to behave myself?”
“I do. And you better.” Then, because I knew Alex would be a menace, I reach into my bag and take out the panties I took off right before I left my bedroom and hand them to him.
“You're fucking mean.”
