Page 1 of The Beta: Part Three
Chapter one
Talia
If he tries to leave this nest again I'm going to kill him.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, a small part of me is screaming that it's irrational; that he's supposed to stay outside the nest to protect the rest of us. That part of me is also screaming that Devon can't have any orgasms. Jasper keeps reminding me, too. It's fine, though. Devon isn't going anywhere so long as I'm holding onto his balls. And I don’t mean figuratively as I roll them in my palm.
Reid brought Nathan's desk chair into the nest for me so Devon could sit down. It was a compromise. It really would hurt him too much to get up and down, and I don't want that. What I want is his taste, and he doesn't need to get off to give it to me. All he has to do is sit there and let me lick it as it drips from him like a faucet.
“Talia, baby,” Jasper says gently, “let Devon go. He needs to go with Trent to wait for your mom's team. And you don't want to irritate his wounds, do you? Remember? We talked about it.”
Jasper is on his knees next to me in front of Devon. I'm stroking Devon's cock and squeezing it so precum gathers on the head. I wait until there's a big drop and offer it to Jasper. I got the last drop, it's his turn to get this one.
He leans forward and sucks Devon into his mouth. I love watching him pleasure our alphas, it makes me throb and ache; especially if they start making those delicious growling noises. I lick up the side of Jasper's neck and whisper into his ear, “he can stay for a little while. I won't hurt him. I'll be so gentle with him. Then he can go.”
Jasper pulls off of Devon and sits back on his knees, “so, you want to make him sit here and let you lick him while we fuck you?”
“Yes. That sounds wonderful. Let's do that.”
I resume milking Devon's cock. I've tasted all of them but Trent in the past few miserable hours. Devon, Nathan, and Corso make the cramps tolerable. I'm not in full-blown heat yet, but I'm heading there fast. My mind is trying to rein in the chaos, but I've got too many instincts riding me. If I thought I could manage to keep Devon in this chair for the remainder of my heat so I could keep the taste of him in my mouth, I would. Maybe I can tie him to it...maybe there's a belt or something...
“No, we're not tying Devon to the chair. He'd just hurt himself breaking free when he goes into rut. And a belt would never work, anyway,” Jasper laughs.
Oh. I must have been thinking out loud.
“You know,” Alex sighs, “it shouldn't be cute. It really shouldn't be anything but sexy to watch them take turns like that. And I should probably be jealous. But that's fucking adorable.”
“Sharing is caring,” Trent says from the doorway. He refuses to come any closer than that. He says he doesn't want to be tempted to abandon his post. It's very unfortunate.
“Was it like this last time?” Alex asks.
“No.”
“Fuck no.”
Nathan and Trent respond at the same time.
I want to laugh, because the whole exchange is funny, but another wave is starting to burn through me and I end up whining instead.
“Kaleb,” Devon calls. His voice is so rough and strained. It makes the heat coiling around me feel better, but also much, much worse.
I'm on my hands and knees now. Just like before, it's nearly impossible for me to straighten my body or do much more than rock back and forth on all fours or lay on my back with my knees drawn up to my rib cage. It really must be some kind of biological, hormonal, bullshit omegas must endure. Then Kaleb is behind me and an almost instant, cooling calm washes over me when he lines up his cock and pushes it into me. I lower myself onto my forearms to give him the best possible access to make me feel better.
Kaleb's hands are gripping my hips so hard that I feel his nails biting into my skin.
It. Is. Glorious.
I thrust my ass back to match his movements, trying to fuck him right back. Every time he pounds into my swollen pussy, I cry out in relief and pleasure. Then Kaleb wraps his hand in my hair and jerks me back up onto my hands. I'm not even mad. It's perfect and feels too fucking good for me to be angry about his rough handling.
“Now,” Kaleb grits out. “Reid, come on.”
I can't open my eyes or stop them from rolling back long enough to see what he's trying to get Reid to do. I don't realize what's happened until I open my mouth when Kaleb tells me to and it's not Devon's taste I'm presented with. That's something to be angry about. I pull away and snarl up at Alex.
“Sorry, sweet pea. Had to sneak him away before things get out of hand. ”
“I'm not out of hand,” I growl, but I suck his cock back into my mouth anyway. It would be silly and wasteful not to. Alex might not ease the cramping as much as Devon, but he still tastes wonderful. Then I lose myself to the sensations of being fucked between Kaleb and Alex.
It's the most amazing thing I've ever felt, until it isn't. They're not doing it hard enough. I can feel and hear Alex's struggle to hold himself back from fucking my mouth the way he wants; and that's unacceptable. “Fucking do it, Alex. I can take it,” I release him just long enough to hiss at him.
