Page 70 of The Beta: Part Two
“I know. No, don't get Alex. I don't even know if that's something that would ever work. I think I really would be an obligation with him.”
He's wrong about that, but now isn't the time to have that argument. Alex would never consider him an obligation. Alex would very likely consider Jasper a fucking theme park or smorgasbord of new experiences that he'd never get bored with.
“We can talk about Alex again later if you want. Right now, tell me what you think about Reid.”
He closes his eyes and thinks for a minute before he responds. “I think Reid is a good alpha.”
There's no possible way for me to fight the smile pulling at the corner of my mouth. Reid is a very, very good alpha in multiple ways. “He is a good alpha. One of the best alphas I've ever known. He lives for his pack.”
“Alright. Let's go.”
Chapter twenty-two
Jasper
Reid is sitting on the side of his bed when Talia and I walk into his bedroom. He doesn't look nervous or shy. He's just sitting there, exuding calm strength. I trust Talia with everything I've got, but before I dive into this with Reid, I need to hear him say he wants this with me. I do think he is a good alpha, and I believe that he would do anything for his pack; but the idea that he'd do me just to take care of the pack as a whole makes me feel even worse than I already do. I meet his steady gaze and hold it for a few breaths before I ask, “yes?”
“Yes.” Zero hesitation.
I nod and close the door behind me.
Talia is standing between Reid's knees running her fingers over his bare shoulders. “Our alpha will typically kneel on a pillow beside the bed and wait for guidance or instruction. The pillow was a compromise, of course,” she smiles and kisses his cheek, “he felt like the pillow was unnecessary, but I know what's best for him in this room. Don't I?”
“Yes, Omega.”
Huh. Devon and the others have never used my designation outside of a heat, and I don't generally use theirs outside of sex, either. I know they're my alphas, and they know I'm their omega. But the way Talia and Reid address their designations to each other feels more than that.
I'm not completely innocent. I've heard about these kinds of relationships, but it's always an alpha taking full advantage of an omega's natural submissive tendencies. I've only ever read about it being the other way in erotica, never in real life. Talia mostly gives me full reign over our fucking, but it's absolutely no surprise that she is the dominating force in the dynamic with Reid.
“Headboard position, no jeans” Talia says. Reid obviously understands what that means. He stands up to push his jeans off, then climbs back onto the bed. He lays back on the pillows and reaches to hold the top of the headboard behind his head.
“I told you that Reid has some unique needs. Most alphas need control like they need air to breathe. But that control is heavy. Reid is strong enough to recognize that he needs a break from carrying that weight, and he trusts me enough to carry it for him when we're in this room. Sometimes he needs to be reminded that I'll help him carry it when we're not in here, so I might touch his ear, or touch him like this,” she drags one fingertip from one temple down the side of his face to just under his jawbone, “to lighten the burden of all that control. One little touch reminds him that all he has to do is go to his room and he doesn't have to control anything. Reid is strong enough to hand himself over to me.”
He isn't puffing out his chest at the praise, but he is looking at Talia like she hung the moon.
“Sex and orgasms are one of the most effective outlets for stress relief that exist, isn't that right, Reid?”
“Yes, Omega.” I know Talia's question and tone aren't for me, but my dick didn't get the memo. It's like she's directly addressing it, the way it twitches in agreement with Reid's response.
“In this room, and usually in mine when we are alone, Reid doesn't have control of his orgasms, or most of his pleasure. I do. Reid doesn't get to touch his cock unless I give him permission to. And if I tell him to touch it, he doesn't get to stop touching it unless I give him permission. There are consequences if he doesn't follow those rules, but Reid is a very, very good alpha; and consequences are very rare.”
“What are the consequences?” I have to know. Especially if I'm going to be handing them out at any point.
“What are the consequences, alpha?” Her voice is so sweet as she continues to pet him.
“Edging, days of edging. Then ruined orgasms and more edging, over and over until I'm miserable. Or too many orgasms. Both of us jerking me off over and over until I can't cum again, but we don't stop. And she won't touch me. Not privately or publicly.”
“Some people love edging,” I don't disclose that I might be one of them, “and Trent in particular would love it if we made him cum until he couldn't.”
“I'm not Trent. The orgasm consequences aren't nearly as bad as not being touched.”
“How often have you had to have consequences?”
“Once.”
That's good to know. “Do you like being edged at all?” I'll learn about all his boundaries over time, but I'm curious about that one right now.
“Only for a while. Not for days.”
