Page 48 of The Beta: Part Three
The walk to the distillery is glorious. Kaleb was right, the days are getting much cooler. It's almost chilly, and I'm glad I tied one of Trent's flannel shirts around my waist before we left. Jasper and Alex came, too. This is the best I've felt in days. The only things missing are Nathan and Trent. I have two of Nathan's hair ties on my wrist, it makes me feel better to bring them to my nose when I start missing them too much.
“They'll be home soon, sweet pea,” Alex says and takes the basket of food from me. “We should get some cows.”
Jasper tosses a rock into the field on the right side of the narrow road. “Why would we want cows, Alex?”
“Because burgers are delicious, peaches,” Alex answers. “Besides, they're fun to look at. Aren't they sweet pea?”
“I don't think we'd enjoy taking care of cows, Alex. I definitely do not want to clean up after them,” I tell him, “but they would look pretty grazing.”
“But the smell!” Jasper argues and picks up another rock. It goes on like that, discussing why cows would be a disaster, and why any other farm animal would be just as awful, until we get to the distillery.
Reid is at the front entryway when we get there and he leads us back to the meeting room across the hall from Corso's office. Corso and Devon walk in, wiping their hands on cloths and talking about something regarding one of the stills. They both give me kisses on the cheek and Devon drops a kiss on Jasper's cheek before perching on one of the rolling chairs around the huge table. “How are you feeling this afternoon?”
“I'm good. Alex wants cows.” Then the livestock debate starts all over again and Devon laughs the entire time.
“I would rather not have cows, or any other farm animals, if that's alright with everyone,” Corso says at the end of it. “Thank you for bringing lunch today. I didn't realize how much I needed to see all of you until you got here. My day has greatly improved.”
“Mine, too.” Devon agrees. It's time to go back home. It feels like we only just got here. I know they have work, and there is literally nothing I can do here but get in the way, but it feels horrible to leave them. There's nothing for it, though. They have work to do, and we need to go so they can do it.
Trent and Nathan get home right before dinner. Trent is adamant that they are not to be late for dinner. Ever. He has ruled that dinner is our sacred time together as a pack and has a complete pout if anyone Missus it or is late. He also added an additional movie night to the week, wherein he or I chose the movie. He says Jasper can keep up the awful junk he calls quality cinema on his night, but on our night we'll watch action movies or the occasional romantic comedy. I told him not to bother with the latter for my sake, but action movies are great. The more explosions the better.
Things settle down into a fairly decent pattern for a few weeks, and the longer it goes on like that the better I feel; both physically and emotionally. I don't know what feeling like an omega is supposed to be like, but I am beginning to enjoy being pregnant. I didn't think I'd actually enjoy being pregnant, I just knew I'd enjoy the relief of not worrying over a heat cycle every time I turn around. And I have the smallest, little bump above my pubic bone. Devon made that discovery when he had me spread out on his bed this morning. He was smoothing his hand down my stomach on his way to my pussy and stilled the moment his palm slid over the bump. Of course, he immediately called for Jasper and Corso and they were equally happy about it. So happy that I got a round with all three of them before lunch.
That is something, though. I am trading in constant sickness and emotional and physical exhaustion for an intense increase in my sex drive. My breasts and pussy feel so swollen and sensitive, I need to seek relief several times a day, from either my pack or my own hands. It's still better than losing my mind to heat. The only problem is that every time I think about it, or notice how long I've been able to go without needing to cum, I immediately need to cum. I don't know if it's something worth complaining about, though. Especially when it's such an easy fix.
Jasper is on his bed reading a book. Sometimes I feel guilty for interrupting his reading, but most of the time I don't mind because he doesn't mind. He smiles at me when I enter the room. “How's my girl?” I push my pajama pants off and crawl between his legs to start undoing his pants. I think the sound of a zipper being dragged down is one of my favorites. “I see,” he says and puts his book on the nightstand. “Tell me what you need from me, sweet girl.”
“Make me cum, Jasper. I don't care how.”
“I want to taste you. I want to make you cum with my mouth until you're begging for my cock.”
I moan the word please and let him position me over him backwards with my calves tucked under his shoulders. “You can take out my cock, baby. But we're making you cum right now, not me. Maybe if you're good you can help me get off after, or maybe you'd like to watch Kaleb fuck me while you play with your pretty little pussy? How would that be?”
“Fuck, Jasper. Yes. All of it.” He said I could get out his cock, so I do. He's already hard and starting to leak. I lick the head, and groan as the taste of him spreads across my tongue.
“Careful, Talia. Just lick it, we don't want to get too carried away. It would be terrible if you made me cum and we didn't get to do all those other fun things. Wouldn't Kaleb be disappointed if he didn't get to fuck me while he watches you work yourself over? He'd be so sad to miss that.”
“So sad,” I agree and give him another lick. Then I'm moaning as he drags his tongue from my clit to my entrance and back. He swirls his tongue around my clit in slow circles and makes an absolutely delightful sound against me when I do the same to the head of his cock. We tease each other like that for entirely too long, with gentle licks and him sucking bits of me between his lips until I've had enough. I was already needy when I came in here, now I'm ravenous. “Jasper,” I say with my lips against him, “I need more than this.”
“I know,” he purrs, “such a needy, achy girl. Here, is this better?” I whine when his mouth leaves me, but the whine turns to a groan as he thrusts his fingers inside me.
“Again, please, again,” I hiss, and he gives me what I need. He's fucking me so hard with his fingers that I'm rocking on my hands and knees. It feels so good, the orgasm I desperately need is finally starting to crawl through me.
Jasper pushes his fingers inside me and leaves them there, like he did the first time he ever touched me. “You're so wet, Talia. You're dripping down your thighs and onto my chest.” I'm right on the brink of cumming and he's torturing me.
“Jasper,” I gasp, “if you don't keep going I'm going to bite you.”
“So mean, so bossy,” he teases, and presses his fingertips into that place inside me that makes my eyes roll back, over and over again. I want to suck every bit of him right down my throat, but I don't trust myself not to bite him. “You ready to cum for me, baby? I'm working so hard for it.”
“Yes,” I gasp, “almost, almost.” I swipe my tongue across his cock to collect the big drops of precum gathered at the tip, then I take him completely into my mouth and he grunts in pleasure.
“Hurry, baby. Don't make me finish before you do.”
I pull my mouth off of him almost violently, “don't you dare! You said Kaleb!” I can't even form the full complaint.
“Then be good and do what I say. You're almost there, cupcake.” Then he goes back to fucking and twisting his fingers inside me. It doesn't take long for him to push me over the edge, and he laughs at me when I cry out Kaleb's name instead of his.
Kaleb comes into the room with a smirk all over his face and leans a hip against Jasper's dresser. “You need something, sweetheart?”
