Page 65 of The Beta: Part Three
Devon purrs into my ear and dips his fingertips just under the waist of my leggings. “Naughty girl. Of course you'd like it. You want him to lay you over his lap? Or across the bed? What about if I held you while he did it? How many swats would it take for you to be a wet, sticky mess?”
“I'm already a wet sticky mess. And there are too many parents here for me to drag you upstairs to clean it up.” I'm sitting here pressing my thighs together and fighting the urge to grind my ass against him. “You're both assholes, by the way.”
Lorenzo walks into the kitchen twirling an empty teacup around his finger and walks right back out, shaking his head. A few moments later Corso comes in pulling on the ends of his hair and muttering something under his breath in Italian, but two steps into the kitchen his nostrils flare and his eyes snap to me. “What fun am I missing in here?”
“Devon wants to hold me down for Kaleb to spank me with the spatula.”
Corso tilts his head to the side and the corner of his mouth turns up. “That would create such a nice association, bella. We'd think about that lovely pink shade every time we use it. This is a wonderful idea. After everyone goes home, of course. Although, it does seem like you're in need of relief now, stellina mia. Will Devon be taking care of you, or would you like my assistance?”
Oh god. Can't I have both? I've never been with Devon and Corso at the same time, not that I can remember, anyway. No, I definitely can't have both, not with his mother's bat-like hearing. “Fuck. I can't have both. Damn it.”
“Are you going to pout, cupcake?” Devon drags his mouth over Corso's mark on my shoulder and I release a flood of slick.
Corso comes to stand in front of me and leans down to lick over either Trent's or Nathan's mark on my other shoulder. “There's no need to pout. We can make you feel much, much better right now if you think you can keep quiet?”
If either of them fuck me right now I might scream the house down. But I feel like I'm on fire, my pussy is literally throbbing with my pulse. Maybe I don't care if Corso's mother walks in with me bent over the table for him and Devon. “I'll try,” I whisper and reach behind me for Devon's zipper while I drag my eyes over Corso, licking my lips in anticipation.
Devon pulls my hand away from his pants and clucks his tongue. “No, no, cupcake. I can't fuck you in the kitchen with Corso's parents in the next room. That would be terribly, terribly rude. But I can do this.” He pushes his hand down the front of my leggings and groans. “You're so wet. You really like the idea of us spanking you, don't you baby? What else is making you wet like this?” He slowly slides his fingers over my swollen lips, trapping my clit between them and pressing his palm against my pubic bone. He cups me like that until I'm thrusting into his hand, then he switches to rolling my clit between his fingers and the only thing that stops me from moaning is Corso's kisses.
“Devon asked you a question, bella. You should answer him,” Corso says into my mouth. His hands move up my ribs and under my bra so he can alternately pinch and pull my nipples, and my head lolls back onto Devon's shoulder.
“I need you to fuck me,” I moan as quietly as I can, “both of you.”
Devon's husky laugh just makes everything worse, “no time for that right now, pretty girl. Fairly sure somebody's pulling down the driveway.” He's right, and based on the thrill that just rolled through my bond it's Reid's family that has arrived.
Kaleb's chair scrapes on the floor when he gets up to look out the window. He turns back to us and motions for them to hurry things along. Hurrying is just fine with me, so long as they don't stop.
Devon pushes his fingers inside me and latches into the mark on my shoulder and my knees give out. I'm gasping my pleasure, but Corso's mouth is suddenly covering mine, his tongue lashing my own as he rolls my nipples between his fingertips. Between Devon's fingers and Corso's kisses, it takes all of five seconds to push me over the edge into the unexpected kitchen orgasm in a house that is officially crawling with our families.
“I should be the one to take the spatula to both of you. Now I have to change clothes,” I hiss as I try to collect myself. “I don't know if I can make it up the stairs now. My legs are wobbly.”
I do climb the stairs, though; and after I've changed into a tank top, a pair of jeans that I haven't been able to button for weeks, and Trent's blue flannel shirt that I have no intention of returning, I head right back down them to the best surprise. I actually squeal, and I don't give a single shit about it. “Johnny made this, didn't he!? He carved every piece! And look! There's an entwined Z and J! I think I'm going to cry.”
Reid's father is a carpenter. He made a cradle. There's a huge, old-fashioned cradle in the middle of the main room with daisies carved into the head and footboards beside our pack initials. And it's full of handmade quilts and knitted blankets in so many colors. I'm going to cry my fucking eyes out. I'm going to sob, actually. “Why couldn't he come? I need to hug him? Can we call him?”
“No, baby. He and Randall had to stay home with Zeri. Her heat started yesterday. She's so sad that she couldn't be here, but she says she'll come to help out after the baby's here if you'll have her. Randall, too.” Reid's mother sits on the floor next to me and wraps her willowy arms around me so we can cry together. “Zeri knitted up the blankets, and Randall helped me and Joe with the quilts. He wanted you to know that he cut most of them himself.”
“Maybe you all can come back?” I sniff, holding a green and blue quilt to my chest. I'm going to have to pull myself together. This is ridiculous.
Auntie Josephine kneels down on the other side of the cradle and hands me one of the knitted blankets, red and yellow striped one. “We'll come back as often as we can. Zeri will be able to come after the baby's born, even if her heat takes she'll still be just twelve weeks along. She's going to be so happy that she made the hard ass herself bawl her eyes out. She sent you some hard candy, too. Lemon ginger.” She digs into the bottom of the cradle and pulls out a small brown paper bag of yellow candies dusted with powdered sugar, then she glares at Alex. “Don't let me hear that you touched that bag, Mister Rosen.”
Alex throws his hands up in a feign of innocence. “I wasn't even considering it.”
“Liar,” I laugh, and wipe my eyes. “You and Trent would sneak pieces until the bag's empty.”
“Oh, another one, I see. Lancaster, is it?” Auntie Josephine raises her brow in Trent's direction.
He grins and crosses his heart, “I promise not to touch her candy stash.”
I laugh again because he's such a liar. I'm going to have to hide this bag.
The next day Lucia swats me with the spoon when I start helping make the huge dinner for everyone. Apparently I'm only allowed to sit at the table and sample bites of ingredients and finished dishes while she's here. I love it, but I'm also ready to have my kitchen back. When Alex's parents knock on the door I basically leap up from my chair to let them in. For some reason I want to drag his mother upstairs to see the nests I made. I didn't feel the urge to show anyone else, but nobody will mind. Besides, they all got to see me have an emotional breakdown. Cassandra lets me pull her up the stairs after she instructs Alex's dad to put something in the fridge and bring in the box.
I take her to the larger nest in Nathan's room first. I tucked and wove things that belong to all of them into both nests, but this nest is a little heavier on Alex than the other one. She walks all around the outside of it before she squats down and holds her hand over one of the corners. “May I? I've never actually seen an omega's nest before?”
I nod and smile when she runs just her fingertips across the pillow and surrounding shirts, one of which actually is Alex's. “I never thought...I'm so glad you came back to them. We didn't know what to do with Alex most of the time when he was little. He was so different from his brothers. When you left them, they weren't well. It got a little better over time, but they never let you go. And now you're an omega and that just makes it better. Now you're carrying their marks. Can I see the marks? Is it inappropriate for me to ask?”
I undo a few buttons of the shirt I stole from Kaleb's closet this morning and pull it to the side so she can see Alex's mark on the inside of my breast. I'd be shy about it if Cassandra and I weren't betas. Well, I've been a beta for most of my life so it still feels like we're both betas. We just don't get overly shy about things, especially about satisfying functional curiosities. Alex's parents are betas, his siblings are betas. He's the first and only alpha in their lines and there has never been an omega in their family. Cassandra has likely never seen a nest or an alpha-omega claiming mark outside of a diagram in a textbook.
