Page 91 of The Beta: Part Two
“Where did you imagine putting your mark on me?” I purr and quicken the pace. I’m going to cum soon. I need to cum soon. I think I might die if I don’t, and I know the second he pushes his knot inside me and sinks his teeth into me I’m going to be deliriously lost to my pleasure. I want that orgasm so badly that I can hear my desperate whimpers with every thrust of his hips.
“In my fantasies, I’d put it here,” he puts a sucking bite on my neck, just beside Reid’s. “Or here,” he sets his teeth into that place where my neck meets my shoulder and I groan, throwing my head back and to the side to offer him whatever place he wants.
“Fuck, Talia, I never thought you’d give me that. Never,” he says almost reverently, and kisses me gently over the skin he just had between his teeth. “But I think I want it here,” he lifts my breast up and licks the upper swell. “I want to see it when you wear tank tops and fancy dresses. I want everyone to see my mark on you.”
“Yes,” I moan, “I want them to see.”
I feel him start to work his knot past my entrance. God, I know he’ll fit. Omegas are built to take alphas, and I’m definitely an omega. But this is intense. I can feel myself clenching tightly around him. I’m going to cum, despite the intensity, maybe because of it.
“Breathe, baby. Breathe for me,” he growls, that perfect, wonderful growl that my body immediately responds to; and I feel an abundance of slick easing the way for Kaleb to wedge his knot inside me.
Then I’m cumming. My orgasm hits me hard and violently, making me dizzy. Kaleb wraps his arm around my waist and lowers his head to my breast. When I feel his sharp teeth break the surface, I scream. At least, I think I do. I might even thrash, or something equally dramatic. But I don’t care. The relief and pleasure coursing through me right now is nearly blinding, not that my eyes are open.
I can feel Kaleb spasming deep inside me, his knot held tight in that wonderful place where it belongs. I can hear our ragged breaths, and the sound of the water lapping against us. Then I don’t feel anything but bliss.
Does it feel like this for Jasper? This almost otherworldly sense of contentment and pleasure? If I had more energy I might find a way to be embarrassed about the fact that I basically pass out every time one of them fucks and knots me. But this feels too wonderful to leave any room for embarrassment.
When I come back to myself, Kaleb is still holding me in his lap like I’m precious, and he’s still inside me. I can tell his knot has receded, but he’s still inside me. It feels good to very gently rock my hips against him, not to fuck again, though. It just feels good to do it.
“Careful, baby. I don’t think you need another round just yet.”
My first thought is to argue, I think I might need another round; but then I think about Jasper, and Devon. I kiss his cheek and stop my rocking, “you’re right, but I want another round later.”
He laughs, and scoots off the edge of the rock and walks out into the water.
I’m gasping and sputtering the deeper we go, and just a few feet out I feel him slip from inside me. It feels like a loss, and it makes my mouth turn down in an involuntary little pout.
“Oh my god, you’re going to be just like him. This is going to be wonderful,” from anyone else, that would be sarcasm, but Kaleb means it. I’ve seen him with Jasper. He loves to indulge Jasper. He loves watching Jasper’s entire emotional catalog move across his face. I suppose that’s going to extend to me now.
He hands me off to Corso, who was waiting for me the whole time it seems, and swims out to meet Jasper and the others where the water's deeper.
“Are you alright, bella? I haven't had the opportunity to check in with you, there just seems to be one thing after another.”
I've never heard anything so accurate.
Since I've been involved with Jasper's pack it has been one stressful or catastrophic event after another; with just enough good sprinkled in to keep me from screaming. Not that I regret a second of it. Jasper, and the way I'm feeling with all these connections I have with our newly formed pack is worth every moment of misery I've ever had. I can feel Kaleb, now. I can feel his worry for Devon, but I feel relief and joy radiating from him more than anything else.
His bond feels similar to Reid's in a way. Very calm, very steady. I knew I'd be able to lean on Kaleb before I ever made the switch to omega, just like I knew I could trust Reid to help hold me up. They have the same calm, solid strength. Alex feels like the air smells during a fireworks display; warmth and excitement and anticipation and joy. Corso feels like...love. There's no other word that could describe how Corso's bond feels to me. I wish I could feel Jasper.
“I'm alright. I might be a little tired and overwhelmed, but I'm good. I'm okay. Thank you for checking on me.” I'm not used to anyone checking on me, not since I was with his pack before.
My family checks in on me, but this is a deeper level of checking. My family loves me, but Corso canfeelme. He can feel exactly how exhausted, how afraid I've been every second of this day. He felt my panic when Alpha Crane went after Jasper. He felt my sorrow and anxiety when I couldn't get Nathan back. I can't describe what I felt when Nathan ripped Jay's literal face off, but Corso felt that, too; and it may have been worse on him than me because he didn't know what was going on. “What about you? Are you okay?”
Corso bends his head to kiss Kaleb's still-angry mark, causing gentle warmth to swirl through me, “don't worry about me, stellina mia. I'm alright. I can see all but one member of my pack, both of my omegas are well. One has been freshly marked. You know, we really should have already celebrated your awakening and every bond you've created, but we have had to deal with so many terrible things. We will celebrate everything once Devon is home. We'll hire decorators, caterers, all of it. Jasper can choose a new dress for you for the occasion. I cannot wait to have him dress myself, Reid, and Alex. Especially Alex, he tries to wear jeans to everything.”
I don't have it in me right now to tell Corso that I'm with Alex on that one. I also don't want to tell him how very much Devon and the rest of them will definitely enjoy a fancy party dressed in fancy clothes at their new fancy house. They're going to be positively thrilled when they hear about Corso's plans for a big, fancy celebration. Jasper will love it, though, so we will all love it, too. And, honestly, I can't wait to see how Jasper will dress all of us, either.
“We're supposed to host the end of season thing. Devon wanted to do a cook-out. I'm not sure we can turn a couple hundred pounds of meat meant to be grilled into something that requires anything more elaborate than jeans. I'll have to have that delivery transferred to the manor. I hope there's room.” With everything going on I forgot to mention that, and I'm sure nobody else has.
Corso kisses my forehead and bobs us up and down just a little, enough to remind me how cold the water is and how warm he is in comparison. I press closer to him and give him his own kiss on his chest. “There's room. We'll do Devon's cook-out. His father is already thrilled about our packs joining, and about you being our omega along with Jasper. He's happy about more than the political ties with your families, too. He's already tried to get me on board with convincing you to start having babies. Don't worry, bella. I told him that he didn't need to worry himself with my omega, and that we'll let him know when it's time to go shopping for the nursery.”
That's exactly what I would have told him, but I'm confident Corso was much more polite about it. That definitely earned him a kiss, so I pull his mouth down to mine. By the time I break the kiss we're both breathing a little hard.
“I need you again, bella. Soon,” Corso purrs, and I nod up at him.
Jasper floats over to us with Nathan following close behind. “If you're finished torturing Corso, I want you to jump off the cliff with me again. I know we need to go soon, but this has been wonderful.” Then he looks at Corso, “thank you for bringing us here.”
“Of course,” Corso nods, “we'll be back often. This is a special place. Be careful climbing up. Hold him tightly, Talia.”
