Page 27 of The Alpha: Part One
Ben runs his fingertips down my cheek and gently wraps his hand around the side of my neck. "We were going to take you to another territory, Desie. We were going to take you as far from here as we could to keep anyone from taking you from us. Seth is giving us a little bit of a window to find a third. We're going to take anybody that the three of us can agree on, at this point. We can't let you go to another pack."
"I thought…Why can't Seth be the third?"
Ben sighs and kisses my forehead. "Because he's got to go back to the East Coast. We can't really take you away from your family, it would be wrong and you'd never stand for it. He can't stay over here. He's on the council over there and he'll have to go back. The distance would hurt you, and us after the pack bond is in place. It wouldn't work."
No, that doesn't feel right. Seth could be our third. Heshouldbe our third. He fits. "It would work, Ben. It would. We could make it work."
"Don't worry about that right now. It's going to be okay," he says against my hair.
As if on cue, my stomach cramps and fire races across my skin so fast that goosebumps break out. I lean into Ben's body, breathing in his cool, stormy scent. As much as I wanted to get the nest more secure before I pulled them into it, I don't think that's happening. "I need the nest."
Ben scoops me up and walks us over to the nest while I burn hotter and hotter by the second. The nest isn't quite finished, but that's just going to have to be okay for now. I pull him down with me into the center of the nest and he lets me push him over onto his back.
My heats always start the same way, and this one is no different. Before Ben is even settled, I've yanked his shirt over his head and I'm dragging his jeans down his legs. His length bobs and slaps against his stomach as he adjusts himself against the pillows. It's beautiful.
"You look at me like that every time," he purrs, "whether you're in heat or not. Like my dick is the best thing you've ever seen."
"It is," I tell him, licking my lips. And Michael has one almost identical to it. There are only two differences between them, and one is the curve Michael has. Sitting between his knees, I lean forward and wrap my hand around his base and give him a firm stroke upwards, stopping just below the head. Precum leaks from the tip and slowly drips down to meet the ring of my fingers.
I bend down to lick it off, but he reaches down to catch my hair, using it to tilt my face up to look at him. "No kisses first?"
"Do you want me to kiss it, Benjamin?" I ask, my eyes not straying from the sticky drops I'm slowly working out of him.
He laughs and groans at the same time, raising up on his elbows to watch me. "Yes, but that's not what I meant."
Then Michael walks back in with a rope coiled around his arm and it might be one of the hottest things I've ever seen.
"Want me to tie up the mattresses with this, or you?" He gives me a smile that lifts the left side, just making him hotter. I think I might enjoy being kidnapped and tied up. Not now, though.
I shake my head and go back to stroking Ben. "The mattresses. Me later." They both laugh, but Ben's stops abruptly when I lick across the head of his cock. "Hurry, Michael. Make it tight," I tell him, moving my lips against his brother's warm skin.
Ben's head is thick and takes up most of my mouth when I suck him inside it. I love how I can feel the nest moving as Michael tugs and ties the rope around the outside of the mattresses to secure them together. I didn't touch it before he tied it on, but he'd never bring me something rough for our nest. He'd never bring something that could splinter or scrape. Being able to trust him with our nest wraps around every one of my omega instincts in the most amazing way.
"God, I love it when you purr with me in your mouth," Ben sighs. I smile around him and roll his balls, urging him to give me more of the precum that makes the cramping feel better. The more I stroke him, milking him from base to tip, the more he gives me. I could get lost in the taste of him.
Which, apparently, I do because Ben is trying to tag Michael in. "Wait, wait, wait," he hisses. "I need a minute before I can go again. Michael, come on."
Michael gets his belt undone, but then his phone rings. It's my brother. "Yes, Mateo. We're good…Yeah, because of all those suppressants…I know, we told her but she doesn't listen to anybody…That would be great, I appreciate it, just leave it by the door, we'll get it…Yeah. I'll tell her. Thanks…Yeah. Bye."
He ends the call and looks down and Ben and I to tell us what Mateo said. "He's going to have Sebastian drop off a case of water and some snacks. Amber's making some stuff, too."
Michael unbuttons his jeans and starts dragging the zipper down, then his phone goes off again. He picks it up off the dresser and his top lip curls into a snarl when he sees who's calling.
"Who is it?" Ben asks him, running his fingers through my hair. Michael holds the phone out so we can see the screen as it continues to ring and Ben growls.
He pulls me up and across his chest. "What does he want?"
Michael answers the call. "Lopez." He's quiet as he listens to whatever is being said on the call, his face going darker with every second. Finally, he says, "it would be a very bad idea for anyone, and I meananyone, to come here. Now isn't a good time to make threats." Then he hangs up.
"What did he say?" Ben asks, holding me tighter against his body.
"He said to make sure the doors were locked."
Chapter thirteen
Michael
I need to be sliding my cock inside Desie right now with her ankles wrapped around my neck, not dealing with this Lopez bullshit. My head is so thick with pheromones that I can't think straight enough to figure out the best thing to do. Moving her to a different location is obviously out of the question for obvious reasons. You don't disassemble a nest when an omega is in heat. You don't disassemble a nest period.
