Page 28 of The Alpha: Part One
I don't know what Lopez's insinuated threat could amount to. It could be completely empty, but it's just as likely to mean I need to do a lot more than lock up the house. The problem with doing that is that Desie is officially in full-blown heat. It came on so fast, there was hardly any build-up for her, I'm just glad her stubborn ass got out of the hospital before it happened. If Lopez sends his people here while Desie is in heat and we are fighting rut, it's going to end badly. For us. Lopez will send more people than Ben and I can handle on our own, even with the extra aggression that comes with being in rut. If he sends people here, we'll probably end up dead because that's the only way anybody could get to her.
Desie reaches for me, and I can't do anything but go to her. That's how it's always been. If she needs me, I go. No matter what she needs, I go. Right now, she needs me to fuck her. She'd probably call it something nice, like making love, I know what she needs, though. She needs it slow, deep, and hard, and I'll give it to her. Ben was patient and sweet while she sucked the life out of him off and on for two hours, purring around him, wriggling her ass around in those hot pink scrubs, but now it's my turn.
"Let's get these clothes off, baby. You'll feel so much better." I step into the nest with my own pants still hanging off my hips. Desie likes to be the one to take them off, even in her heat. She says it's like opening a present every time. She lets me peel off her shirt and rolls over onto her hands and knees for me to pull the pants off. She's right about it, though. Watching her ass being slowly revealed as I tug at the material is exactly like opening a present. Desir'ee is beautiful, everything about her is perfect, but her ass is magical. The perfect shape, and it trembles in the best way when you spank it. Fuck, and it's attached to her perfect, magical thighs.
She rolls back over, arching up so I can pull her tank top off. Somehow my pants come off and when she reaches for me again, I fall into her. Her legs wrap around my hips and she locks her ankles together behind me as I fill her mouth with my tongue and my hands with her hair. I can never kiss Desie without it seeming like I'm trying to consume her.
"Now," she mumbles against my lips. "Now, Michael."
Like before, I do what I always do. I give her what she needs. When she's not in heat, I like to take my time with her, drag every moment and action out until she's begging and making demands. But she's peaking right now, and neither of us could stand the torture of me taking my time. She's wet, so wet with slick that I barely need to do more than shift my hips and I'm sinking inside her.
She gasps for me, clutches at my shoulders, rakes her nails down my back, hisses at me to go faster.
"Shhh," I coax, kissing her lips again, pressing my forehead against hers. "Let me take care of you."
I roll my hips, slowly pushing deeper and deeper, grasping one of her breasts so I can lick across the nipple. She thinks she wants it fast and hard right now because of what her body is saying, screaming for her to do anything to cool it down, but I know my girl. There's nothing we can do to freeze the inferno that is her need to come, but we can build it up slowly. That's what she needs, no matter how she tries to convince us otherwise. She'll need us to go hard later, by tomorrow, but it's all about the build right now.
I reach back to pry her ankles apart, and come up on my knees, gripping the backs of her thighs so I can spread her as wide as I can. This is my second favorite view. The first is the view of her ass when I fuck her from behind and I'll spend plenty of time enjoying it in the next few days. Looking down, I can see everything. Her flushed cheeks and parted lips, the blush leading down to her breasts, her soft, feminine belly, fuck, I love looking at her. I love the way her body moves and the sounds she makes when I move it.
One of her hands comes up to cup her breast and she traces the tattoo spelling out her first name that stretches from hip to hip across the lowest part of my stomach with the other one. She smiles, keeping her gaze trained on my body. "You like to watch, don't you Des? You like to watch how I take care of you?"
"Yes," she moans. "Don't stop."
"I won't, not till you need my knot. I can fuck you like this for hours," I groan the last word as her body tightens around me. "Fuck, Des. You feel so fucking good. I can't wait till I can put my mark on you." Those words trigger an almost automatic orgasm for her, and she soaks both of us and the nest with a flood of slick. God, I love fucking her.
I, we, only say that to her when she's in heat. We've been too afraid to say it out loud any other time. We all want it so bad, and we know how dangerous we've been. Nobody but me and Benny have ever touched her, we operated under the stupidly optimistic umbrella that it would just work out for us to keep her somehow; that our third would just appear one day and we'd claim her and then we'd be set for the rest of our lives. He never showed, and now the true terror of losing her has us contemplating desperate things. She might think it was a joke, but I will absolutely put her in my trunk and drive her as far away as I need to to keep her if I have to. Seth is buying us even more time, even after all the time Mateo bought. We can't fuck it up, because we'd rather do it right than drag her away from her life in the back of my car.
"Do it," Desie pants, "please." She turns her head to the side and arches her neck. That's how she's always wanted it, my mark just above her shoulder, Benny's stacked right above it, and our third's on the other side. I want to give it to her so bad; I've nearly bitten through my lip more times than I can count. It's getting harder and harder to stop myself from doing what our instincts are screaming for.
If it wasn't for the rules Ben and I have in place, one of us would have marked her a long time ago. Only one of us is allowed to be in her nest at a time. One of us has to keep a clear head and we take turns being that person. We can't both let go and let the rut consume us. That's how we keep Desie safe. I've seen more than one bond broken when an accidental mark was placed. It was one of the most disturbing and horrific things I've ever witnessed. I won't have that happen to Desie or to my brother.
I reach down to thumb her swollen clit. "Soon, baby. Soon. Are you ready for my knot?"
She whines, nodding her head slowly.
"Let me hear it. Tell me you want it."
"Give me your knot, Michael," she moans. "Please. I need it." She meets my slow, undulating thrusts stroke for stroke and rakes her nails down my sides. "Give it to me."
Lowering myself so I can hook my arms behind her knees, I push my knot into her. It's not as big as it gets, not yet, but that's better for her. I bury my nose into her shoulder and circle my hips, letting her feel the stretch. "There you go, baby. Don't I take good care of you?"
She makes a noise that makes my balls clench and I swell even more, getting closer and closer to locking us together.
A low growl vibrates my chest, and she answers it with a moan, tempting me again with her neck. I open my mouth to suck and lick a mark onto her shoulder, carefully not touching her skin with my teeth. Such a tight line to walk. She starts to writhe and cry out another orgasm and I push deeper, properly lodging my knot behind her pubic bone, growling deeper, louder in my pleasure. So good, so good.
"Michael!" Ben barks from behind me. "Stop. Don't."
Now I'm growling with irritation, low and menacing enough for Desie to whimper. She's blinking up at me with big, brown, dilated eyes while I gather myself and my restraint. I look down to see the huge red mark I put on her shoulder. There are imprints of my teeth, not enough to break the skin, but prominent enough that I understand why Ben called me back to the surface.
"I'm good," I purr. "Thank you, Ben." I kiss Desie's forehead, then her mouth. Her blinks are longer, heavier. This is the best part. "It's okay, baby. Go to sleep. I've got you. We have you."
I purr for her until she succumbs to the lethargy that takes her once she's knotted then I rearrange us into a better position for her to rest. Once we're settled, the threat of Lopez comes roaring back to the front of my mind. There's only so much we can do for it right now. And one of those things is either a very good idea, or a very bad one. Either way, it's the one with the best chance of working out.
I comb Desie's hair back from her face and kiss her temple and look at my brother. "Call Seth."
Chapter fourteen
Seth
