Page 47 of The Alpha: Part One
She's beginning to tighten around me like she has a few times already tonight. “Don't you want me to cum all over your cock again? Wouldn't that feel so good?”
“Fuck,” I grunt, struggling to keep my ass on the couch and my hands where they are. “Yes. So good, Desir'ee.” I'm going to do it. I'm going to cum. “Please, darlin, please. Don't stop. Fuck, oh god, baby, don't stop.”
She rocks faster, one of her hands moving between our bodies so she can rub her clit. I can feel her knuckles press into me as she twists her fingers in tight circles. I want to be the one doing that, I want her slick’s scent on my fingers. And on my face. God, I want her to ride my face just like she's riding my cock.
I'm going to cum. Oh my god, I'm going to cum. Desir'ee is going to have my cum inside her because she wants it and I'm going to give it to her. My balls tighten and lift even more, a sharp, tingling throb shooting up my length to the throbbing head, and I throw my head back to roar at the ceiling. My cock pulses and jerks violently again and again as I give Desir'ee my release. All of it.
By the time I finish, I'm shaking and crying. And laughing. Desir'ee is purring, smiling at my reaction to the first shared orgasm I've had in years.
“I'm sorry,” I whisper. “You didn't get to finish.”
She laughs softly, and strokes down my cheek. “I finished. I've had so many orgasms that we're going to have to replace the couch.”
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The new couch is a color too light to be beige and too dark to be considered cream, but what's important is that it's coated with the best fabric protector on the market. Jasper and Talia have every piece of cloth-covered furniture at the manor coated in it every few months. I thought it was kind of funny until I got up from the couch after Desir'ee fucked me. Now, I understand where they were coming from.
I agree with Trent and Alex, though. I wouldn't have replaced the couch. I would have been more than happy to sit on a couch that smelled just like Desir'ee's slick and I imagine the twins wouldn't have been a bit bothered.
I still can't believe I was able to cum with her. Every time I think about it I smile. I was smiling like an idiot when Kaleb called me and I haven't really stopped, even though he's not very happy on the other end of the line.
“Are you sure, Seth? Really sure?”
He's still having trouble accepting what I'm telling him about Minos. It's understandable, considering everything we've been led to believe about him. “I know it sounds wild, but nothing we've heard about him is true. He knows he's having trouble over here. He understands it. He's trying to get a handle on it, but he's just one man and there's too much territory. Too many people who want his power. He's not our guy, Kaleb, but he's got some ideas about who our guy is. Lopez. We need to be looking at Lopez and the Flores pack's activities. We need to look at the illegal fights, those aren't just for money. It's all connected. I think Minos's omega was one of the captured ones. Minos needs help. Our help.”
Kaleb sighs. “You want us to fix the entire West Coast territory?”
“He needs help, Kaleb. He all but asked me for help.”
The line is quiet for a moment, then his tongue clicks. “You realize how much bigger this just got for us, right? If Lopez has anything to do with the missing omegas, it would serve him to usurp Minos; and a good way to do that is to make him look like a guilty asshole. You're sure he's asking for help.”
“Asking without asking. We were in a crowded restaurant. There were a lot of ears around to hear him ask outright. I can get confirmation. He was asking about the COT units, too.”
Kaleb curses. “What did you tell him? Why was he asking?”
“Just that it takes someone with unquestionable loyalty to qualify for COT placement, and that there probably wasn't anyone out here trustworthy enough to make it.”
“How did he take that?” Kaleb laughs.
My smile fades a little. “I don't know. His omega started asking about Elizabet. She asked about the institute. I think Talia should talk to her.”
Kaleb lets loose a long string of curses. “Did you say Talia's name out loud?
“No,” I say, no longer smiling. “But everyone knows Talia is Elizabet's daughter by now. I told Mallory that I was close to Elizabet, and that I could put her in touch with her daughter. I didn't mention a daughter's name. I know she's one of the missing omegas. I know the Flores pack has something to do with it. You should talk to her. I'm sure she'd be more comfortable talking to Talia or Elizabet, but maybe you could talk to her. Or maybe Nathan. She wants to tell somebody something, Kaleb.”
He sighs again. “Okay. I'll talk to Nathan. I don't want her talking to Talia. Thank you for not saying Talia's name.”
“Of course.” They can think what they want about me, with good reason, but I would never put Talia in danger. Hell, all I've done for the past seven years is try to keep her out of danger.
Desir'ee comes out onto the porch laughing on her own phone call. She blows me a kiss on her way to the swing hanging from the tree in the front yard.
“Keeping busy while you're out there, I see,” Kaleb hums, and my smile comes back.
“It isn't what you think,” I tell him. He's protecting his omega, as he should, and I want to protect Desir'ee the same way. Not that she's my omega. Not yet, anyway. I'm not trying to hide her from Kaleb, I'm just not trying to share her just yet. The second I say her name, he'll tell Nathan and then they'll know more about her than I do. They might find out more about her than even she knows, and that isn't what I want for her. That's not how I want to introduce her to them.
“If you say so,” Kaleb teases, pulling me out of the epiphany I was having about the realization that I want Talia's pack to know Desir'ee. And the twins. The realization that I might be actively trying to build my own pack, and that it might be a very good thing, whether I deserve it or not.
Desir'ee smiles over at me, and I smile back.
