Page 33 of The Beta: Part Three
I'm officially winded, my side is beginning to pinch. I change directions again, toward the back corner of the property. This course will take me past the manor, maybe I'll get lucky and I can get there before they catch me. For some reason, I feel like I'll be safe if I can just get back inside the manor.
I can't make it. I'm going to have to hide. I'm ready to start limping and I've been pressing my hand into my side for what feels like miles. Twenty more feet, I can make it the twenty or so feet to the main path that leads to the manor. I put on my last-ditch, last resort burst of speed and count the inches between my feet and easier terrain, then I feel something wrap around my calves and I plunge to the ground like a fallen tree.
I don't have time to turn over and sit up, Talia appears in front of me like a damn ghost and loops a cord around my wrists before I realize it's even happened. Then Jasper is standing over me and flipping me onto my back. Neither of them look like they're playing, they look like I'm in a lot of trouble.
My arms are stretched above me and I look up to watch Talia secure them to the trunk of a skinny tree. She joins Jasper at my side and looks down at me. “Pants.”
Jasper nods. God, I hope I'll enjoy whatever they have planned for me. My heart is racing and my mind is still completely convinced that I'm in danger.
Talia crouches down and starts working my sweats down my hips.
“Wait a minute,” I say. “Just wait. What are we doing?”
Jasper stops unwinding the cord from my ankles long enough to give a brusque reply. “We're securing you to a couple of these trees so you can't get away.” Then he helps Talia wrestle my sweats off my legs. They leave them gathered around my ankles and Jasper wraps the cord back around. “Do I need to secure the end of this to a tree? I don't think he'll try too hard to get away, do you?”
Talia's lips twist to the side as she considers me. “Hmmm, I don't know. Are you going to try to get away from us, Devon?”
Is that a real question?
“Do you want me to?”
She smiles. “Not really. But you're welcome to try.”
“You didn't need to run me down. I'd do whatever you ask me to do.”
“Oh, but we did,” Talia hums. “You need to understand the dynamic alpha. You aren't in charge right now. If you don't want something, you can of course say no; but you're ours now. And we want to play with you.”
Talia pulls out a knife and slips it under my shirt so she can slice through the fabric, it’s so sharp it doesn’t cut so much as slide apart the fabric while Jasper crawls up to whisper in my ear. “You've taken too long. She's tired of waiting. You might do the marking, but she's doing the claiming.” Then he licks the shell of my ear and nips the lobe, “and I'm going to help her do it.”
The sweet scent of their arousal hits my senses like a truck, and my poor, confused dick finally gets the message that we're happy to have been caught. Jasper reaches down and grips my growing erection, slowly and tortuously stroking from root to tip while he watches Talia pull off her shoes and leggings. “The shirt, too. I want to watch your breasts when you ride him.”
“How will I mark her if she's riding me?”
“You're a smart, resourceful alpha. You'll figure it out,” Jasper says, not taking his eyes off Talia. The dynamic is most definitely different from what it usually is. Jasper isn’t acting as my omega right now. His eyes are eating Talia up the same way Corso's do, the way Alex's and Reid's do. Like she is his sun. In this moment, she is our omega, his and mine; and we are here at her service and pleasure.
Talia sinks to her knees by my side and licks across the head of my cock while Jasper holds it for her. “You taste so good, Devon. Licking you makes the cramps better. Don't you think so, princess?”
“Yes,” Jasper breathes against my neck.
“I'm going to fuck him now. We'll have to let him sit up when he's ready to put his mark on me.”
“Wait,” I say. “We're moving too fast. I wanted more time with you before I marked you. I wanted it to be special for you.”
Jasper nips my earlobe again. “You've already spent too much time worrying about making it special. She just chased you through the woods, and now she's got you trussed up nice and pretty. Just let her take what she needs.”
“What do you need, Talia?” I ask, but my voice sounds almost choked. Between the physical exertion of the chase, the realization that I made her wait so long that she lost patience with me, and their attention to my dick, I'm spinning.
“Just you, Devon. Just you, you're enough.”
When she goes to swing her leg over my hips, Jasper stops her again. “Let me get behind him first.” He picks up the knife Talia put on the ground and pins me with a look. “I'm going to cut the cord loose from the tree, but I'm keeping your wrists restrained. You're going to lift your arms back over my head and put your hands behind my neck. Then you're going to lean against me while she fucks you.”
I start to argue that I'm too heavy for Jasper to support, but Talia reaches down and covers my mouth with her hand. “If you can't lean on Jasper now, then you won't let yourself lean on him in other situations. Make the choice, Devon.”
They're really taking on my internal hang-ups one after another tonight, aren't they? I don't give Jasper enough credit, I try to keep everything even remotely negative or difficult away from him, and I'll just end up doing the same with Talia. Part of what's happening right now is to force me to understand that they're more than I let them be, and that they're more than capable of handling me and holding me up, I understand that now. I've done them a disservice. “Okay,” I say, “I can do that. I'll be better, I promise.”
Talia smiles at me and strokes my jaw. “Good enough.”
Jasper gets behind me on his knees and I do exactly what he said to do. I let him guide my hands up and over his head and around his neck. His soft curls are damp with sweat when I twist my fingers into him. I can smell his orange scent, it's always sharper and a little spicy in the week or so before he goes into heat, and it immediately starts wreaking havoc on my senses. Talia's sweet cinnamon latte scent is also spicier than it usually is, between the two of them I'm in a cloud of pheromones that make me think of every wonderful thing I associate with fall and winter.
