Page 51 of The Alpha: Part One
He cracks open his eye and takes a breath. “The position. I can leave.”
“Just tell us what we need to change so we can change it. My balls are going to fall off.” Ben is neither compassionate nor kind.
“I don’t like you spreading her open like that. It…scares me. That’s the best way I can describe it.”
Eiffel Tower it is. I flip Desie onto her hands and knees and run my fingers down her spine, but my eyes are all for Seth. “We’re going to need to talk about this. I like to fuck her like that, and she likes it, too.”
He nods, and then I push back inside her.
This is my favorite way to fuck Desie. It always has been. I love to watch her ass and slap it, watch it bounce. I like to gather up her hair and pull it so that her back archesjust right.I like how it sounds when I make her moan around Ben’s cock when I fuck her like this.
Ben and I settle into a rhythm and make Desie cum between us twice before I make the next mistake, one that has the potential to turn into a catastrophe. The growl that rolls out of Seth when I slap the side of Desie’s ass sends chills through me.
“Do not hurt her.” The bright blue of his eye is nearly overwhelmed by his pupil, and he’s glaring at my hand like he’s about to rip it off.
Nobody moves. Well, Ben has to move, Desie can breathe through a blowjob, but what Ben’s been doing isn’t like when she gives a blowjob. But I stay just where I am, balls-deep with one hand full of the ass cheek not carrying a handprint.
Patience. Empathy. Compassion. That’s my mantra as I close my eyes and take a long breath. “I would never hurt Desir’ee. She isn’t hurt.”
Seth moves his glare from my hand to snarl at the raised imprint on Desie’s ass. “You left a mark.”
One day, hopefully really soon, I’m going to get to the bottom of Seth’s issues and we’re going to work through them one at a time until he’s alright. One way or another. “I did,” I say with more calm than I feel. “But I didn’t hurt her. If I smack her ass or her thigh at the right moment she gets off. You want her to get off, right?”
He shakes his head like he’s clearing it and reaches for Desie. She puts her hand back in his, rubbing her fingertips across the places where there should be fingers. “Michael didn’t hurt me. He would never hurt me. I like it when he does that. It feels good.”
Seth closes his eye and rolls his head on his shoulders before he opens it again. “I’m sorry. I’ll get better at this. I’m good now.”
Desie doesn’t let go of his hand again. She holds it through every orgasm we give her, and she doesn't let him go when Ben groans with his release into her mouth. She holds it even tighter and moans all our names as I push my knot into her.
I lean over her back when I’m finally able to cum. I’m not used to stopping so many times for such stressful reasons. Frustrating doesn’t begin to describe it. Then, for the first time ever, my name isn’t the one she whispers when we’re locked together, not Ben’s, either.
“Seth, look at me. Are you alright?” Her words are soft and slurred as she fights against the lethargy that claims her when she’s knotted.
“Why wouldn’t he be alright?” Ben mumbles from where he’s laying beside Desie and me. “He looks okay.”
“Knotting is a problem.”
It’s a huge problem if that’s a problem. Because Ben and I are going to knot Desie, there’s no way around it. “How is it a problem?” I ask, my voice more growl and purr than anything else.
“My knot is a problem,” Seth answers, with obvious shock on his face. “Yours apparently isn’t. This is good.”
“Fuck yeah, it is. I’m going to sleep,” Ben says and pushes my hip to cue me to roll Desie and I onto our sides. She’s asleep before I even get us settled, and Ben tucks into her from the front, pushing his nose against her collar bone. He’s out and snoring within minutes.
Seth gets up to leave, but Desie whines and clutches his hand tighter. This might actually be the biggest problem we’ll have. I can handle panic attacks, anxiety attacks, temper tantrums, whatever, but there’s got to be a way for all of us to sleep together without anybody catching a foot to the face or me having to be a little spoon with Seth’s lanky ass. That’s where I draw the line.
Seth high-steps over appendages and ends up lying awkwardly on his back behind Ben with Desie’s arm draped across so she can keep holding his hand. “We’ll figure it out,” Seth whispers. “Talia says that’s the worst part for her, needing to touch everybody at the same time.”
“She’s, what, like your sister or cousin? Something like that?”
“Something like that,” he says after a minute.
Ben starts purring in his sleep and wriggles his foot to hook his ankle over Seth’s leg. I’d laugh, but then I’d wake him up. “Did something happen to her? Is that why you’re all twisted up?”
“Yes.” That’s all Seth says, and I don’t push him for more.
Chapter twenty-three
Ben
