Page 50 of The Alpha: Part One
“Promises, promises,” Ben sighs and starts to undress. We still smell like smoke but we’re clean. Desie has a love-hate relationship with our scents during fire season. She likes the smoky essence, she says it appeals to her primal instincts and I try hard not to laugh every single time she says it, but she loathes the reason it clings to us. Her opinion of our job is also very love-hate. She's proud of us, and terrified for us. I didn’t realize just how afraid and worried she was until I had the bond with her. I can feel her fear like it’s my own. That’s part of the reason we sent Seth after her.
I start pulling off clothes and adding them to Ben’s pile but stop when I see Seth sitting in the chair fully clothed, watching Desie watching us. “You’re keeping your clothes on?”
“Yes,” he answers without looking away from Desie. “It’s better this way, I promise.”
Well, alright then. But… “We can’t fuck her like we usually do when we come back, Ben.”
Ben nods, but Seth asks. “Why not?”
“Because,” I say, taking off my boxers and stepping into the nest, “we fuck her hard. Really hard. For a long time. Sometimes when we’re out there it feels like we might never see her again. Sometimes scary shit happens and the only thing that keeps us from doing stupid shit in response is thinking about her and what’s waiting for us when we get home. But you won’t do so well if we fuck her like that. And we need you to be okay.”
Seth closes his eye and takes a breath. One day I’m going to find out what he looks like without the eye patch. Eventually. “I’ll be alright,” he whispers, but I don’t believe him.
He doesn’t smell like he’s lying, but I don’t think he’ll be alright if he sees me holding Desie down so Ben can fuck her as hard as he needs to without her scooting anywhere or filetting his back. One round of that was more than enough for us to take measures to keep it from happening again.
I shake my head. “It’s not worth it. If one of us isn’t okay, then none of us are okay. We’ll get there, Seth.”
It turns out that Seth is mostly okay with anything we do to and with Desie, so long as she’s holding his hand and she doesn’t sound like she’s in actual pain. I thought I might laugh the first time he asked for something, but as it turns out, I don’t think it’s funny.
“Will you hold her hair back from her face, please?” he asks, not looking away from her once.
I’m more than happy to bunch her hair up in my fist so he can see her face, and even happier to have a free hand to touch her with when she reaches to hold his. Ben is thoroughly enjoying having an audience. He’s also enjoying the running commentary rolling out of Seth’s mouth.
“You’re so beautiful, Desir’ee,” Seth whispers. “I love your body, darlin. Fucking perfect.”
She purrs and arches into my hand when I palm her breast. I turn her head back to me so I can kiss her again, thoroughly, licking and tasting every soft place inside her mouth. She's breathless when I release her from my kiss and turn her over to Ben’s. He kisses her fast and rough, biting into her full bottom lip, making her gasp; and I bend down to swirl my tongue over her nipple.
Ben’s hand brushes against mine on its way down her body. He makes a show of it, probably for Seth, moving slowly, spreading his fingers wide, spending extra time touching her. When his fingers finally delve between her thighs, both he and Seth groan at the sound she makes as she lifts her hips up for his touch.
“So wet for us, baby,” Ben coos against her throat. “We’re going to make you cum so hard. We’re going to show Seth how gorgeous you are when you do it.”
Desie sighs in affirmation and pulls me back for another kiss. Her lips are swollen and warm and she gasps into my mouth every time Ben does something she likes. I can hear how wet she is with every thrust of his fingers, we all can.
“I can’t wait to see Ben make you cum,” Seth rasps. “You smell fucking delicious, Desir’ee.” She pulls her mouth away from mine, moaning as she rides out the orgasm that comes almost immediately. “So pretty, baby. Such a good girl.”
Ben and I repeat variations of his compliment, and she has another slightly less overwhelming release while the three of us tell her what a good girl she is, how sexy she is, how beautiful.
After she comes down, I push her onto her side and get on my knees behind her so I can lift her thigh and line up my cock with her entrance. I make eye contact with Ben and tip my chin, motioning him to move up in the nest. I want to fuck her from this angle while she sucks him off. I want Seth to see it. I want to watch her reaction to him watching us; and I know he’s going to keep talking all kinds of shit while she does it. For somebody to be as much of a nervous wreck as he is, he sure as hell has a filthy mouth.
Ben gets to his knees near her shoulders and grips his base, holding his length steady before he offers it to her. I watch her tongue swipe across the head, then nod at Ben. We’ve done this so many times, it’s the easiest and most wonderful thing in the world for us to sink inside her at the same time.
She hums and moans her pleasure around him while I push inside her, rocking my hips, going deeper with each thrust. She feels so good, clenching around me, her slick covering both of us. God, it feels so good to fuck her.
“That’s it, Desir’ee,” Seth praises in his rough voice. “Let your alphas give you what you need. You take them so well. Such a perfect, beautiful omega for us.”
Desie whimpers, holding Seth’s gaze while she licks up the side of Ben’s length, and Ben and I both let out soft growls of pleasure. We don’t spend much time calling her by her designation, and we sure as shit don’t demand or even ask that she calls us by ours, but something about hearing Seth’s rough voice telling her what a good omega she is… Yeah, we like that shit. A lot.
We’ve got her on her back right now. I’m between her thighs and Ben is helping her hold her head up so he can fuck her mouth. With Seth holding her hand, I’m able to grasp and palm her breasts. She’s gasping and making wet sounds of pleasure around Ben every time I push my cock into her. Thoughts of all the ways all three of us can fuck her at the same time are playing on a loop in my head. It’s fucking fantastic.
Until it isn’t.
Seth’s warm, raspy sounds of encouragement stop abruptly the second I come up on my knees, pushing her thighs wider apart so I can watch myself thrust in and out of her. “Stop. Please. Not like that. Please, don’t, not like that.”
Ben and I freeze. His hand is tangled up in her hair and my fingers are digging into her thighs, but we don’t move a muscle. Desie turns toward Seth, concern pinching her formerly heated expression. “What’s wrong?” she asks, pulling his hand to her swollen lips so she can kiss his knuckles. “What do you need?”
Seth’s breaths are coming short and shallow, and he isn’t blushing. He’s almost gray. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I try to sound assuring, compassionate, kind, not frustrated. “What needs to change?”
