Page 3 of The Beta: Part Three
Another cramp rolls through me and I go back to rocking on my hands and knees. This is such bullshit. There's something wrong with my nest and I can't fix it because of these fucking cramps.
“Jasper,” I gasp, and he's right here beside me. “There's something wrong with it. It's tight.”
“What do you need me to do? How can I help?”
“I don't know,” I pant. “It's just wrong. It's too tight.”
He starts pulling blankets loose and rearranging pillows so that everything is more loosely woven together, that isn't going to fix it, but I think it's a good start. Then a stronger cramp grips me and I can't think about why my nest might be wrong. I fall over onto my side to pant and attempt to ride out the wave.
Corso saves me from it, though. He rolls me underneath him and pushes my knees apart, then presses his palm against my throbbing pussy. “So hot, bella. You're so hot, and dripping for me.”
I whimper and grab his wrist, “Corso, please.”
He begins to purr, but I don't want that. I don't want him to be soft and gentle. I need him rough and greedy with my body. I need him to take it. But he's touching me so gently, and trying to give me too many, too sweet kisses.
When he brings his mouth back down to mine again I bite into his bottom lip. Not a little nip, a bite that gives me a taste of blood, and I lick at the small wound.
Corso's lip pops out of my mouth when he jerks his head back. “Like that, stellina mia? That's what you need from me?” I rake my nails across his shoulders in answer. I need him rough. I need him to use his body totakemine. I need him to prove to me that every part of me belongs to him, and the only way he can do that is if he takes it for himself. And he does.
He snaps his hips, thrusting every inch of himself inside me. The harder he fucks me, the more relieved I feel. I lose myself in the feeling of being split wide open by my alpha for as long as I can before I can't ignore the voice somewhat urgently calling my name anymore. It's Alex, he's telling me to let go of something, but I'm not holding onto anything.
Oh, he must mean my mouth. I growl in irritation, but I release the bit of Corso's chest I apparently sank my teeth into and lick my lips. Corso's knot is lodged inside me, and he's grinning lopsidedly at me as he finds his release.
“I bit you.” I can't seem to stop slowly running my tongue back and forth over my front teeth.
“I don't mind,” Corso purrs, and kisses my forehead.
“Everything about you is delicious.” That's the last thing I say before I succumb to another short nap.
My nest is still wrong when I wake up again. Corso isn't inside me any longer, but he is still laying over me and letting me feel his weight, which would be wonderful if I didn't need to fix my nest before I completely lose myself.
“Jasper,” I call out, and he's there instantly, gently pressing a damp cloth against my mouth.
“I'm here, baby. You're alright. We've got you. What do you need?”
“The nest is too tight.”
He looks around with his brows scrunched up.
I touch one of them with a fingertip, “you're adorable, princess.”
He leans down and gives me a soft kiss, “you're beautiful. I don't know what you mean. What makes it too tight? I loosened the blankets at the edges a little, but you didn't like that. What do you need us to do?”
I lick my lips again, getting the last little bit of Corso onto my tongue, and look around. That's it! It isn't too tight. It's too small. I'll never fit all of them in here if I don't make it bigger. I shove Corso off of me and start pushing and spreading the blankets and clothes and pillows around, pushing the edges of my nest out a few feet into the room. I need another blanket, or two, maybe some more shirts, and quickly, before I get taken by another wave.
“I'm trying, cupcake,” Kaleb says, then he yells for Nathan.
Yes, I need Nathan. I won't be able to rest without Nathan. I keep losing track of which thoughts stay in my head and which fall out of my mouth, it's frustrating. I suppose I may have been a little bossy with Kaleb, but Kaleb can handle it. He handles Devon bossing him around well enough.
I smell Nathan’s woodsy scent, deepened due to his oncoming rut, before I see him, but he's on the other side of the room, so I can't reach him.
“What's wrong?” Nathan asks, but his eyes are all for me.
“More blankets. Shirts. Fucking towels. Jesus. Get everything. Pull the fucking curtains off the windows. Fuck.” Kaleb sounds harried. He'll live.
“Told you,” Nathan smirks but disappears back down the hall.
“Hurry!” I call out, and turn my head to find Alex leering at me. I crook my finger at him, “c'mere you.”
