Page 32 of The Alpha: Part Two
"Okay," I agree.
"Okay," he repeats. Then he exchanges a look with Ben and Michael and leaves for the shower.
"He's alright, Des. Now," Ben says, brushing a kiss on the inside of my knee, "where were we?"
Instead of crawling back up to close me in between him and Michael again, Ben grabs my wrists and pulls me up into a sitting position as he drops down onto his knees on the floor at the foot of the bed. He lets one hand go, but keeps pulling on the other, guiding me up onto my knees and further until I'm balancing on my knees and elbows. With him kneeling on the floor, I'm at the perfect height for him to kiss me.
I feel Michael's warmth as he rises onto his knees behind me and pushes one palm from the base of my spine all the way up to the nape of my neck. "I wish you didn't have a headache. I'm going to miss pulling your hair." He slides his hand back down my back and grips my hips, letting his fingers dig into the flesh. "God, you smell good." He pulls my hips back, groaning when his cock pushes into the slick space between my thighs. I gasp when the engorged tip nudges my swollen and sensitive clit.
"That felt good, didn't it?" Ben purrs. "Don't stop, Mikey."
Mikey doesn't stop, and the sounds they're making in combination with the friction just makes me burn hotter. This is the first intense spike I've had, it's almost like my body was waiting until I was with them. The suppressants Lopez gave me have obviously helped, but right now I'm choosing to believe it's meant to be like this.
"I was so worried about what would happen when you went into heat without us," Ben whispers, running his fingers through my hair. "I didn't know how long it had been since we were separated. It feels like it's been so much longer than a few weeks."
Michael leans over me, his chest warm against my back. "I knew you were alive, but I was terrified for you. Omegas don't usually willingly accept other alphas once they're claimed."
"Flores said he was going to override your marks." It's probably a mistake to tell them right now, but it just spills out. Both Ben and Michael freeze and I can feel the silent conversation they're probably having.
Michael takes a long breath and puts a kiss between my shoulders. "It doesn't work like that, Desie. All he would have accomplished is hurting you. But you're with us now."
"Right where you belong," Ben finishes as he frames my face with firm hands and kisses me again, his lips moving possessively.
I start to say something as sweet and meaningful as what they've said, but Michael lifts back up and grips my hips again before thrusting inside me and anything I would have said comes out in a scream. I'd be embarrassed about screaming into Ben's face, but Michael pulls out and plunges back inside of me so deeply that I tip forward and have to rebalance myself. Then he does it again.
Michael keeps that heavy rhythm, rocking me forward with every thrust of his hips, while Ben gives me such tender kisses until I'm reeling between the contrasting sensations. Every time Michael bottoms out, he tells me how much he loves me, how okay everything is now that we're together and home, how happy he is that our pack is finally whole. Meanwhile, each time Ben pulls back between kisses he says something about how gorgeous I look taking Michael's cock, how he can't wait to kiss me while Michael knots me, how good I'm going to be for my alphas. By the time Michael does begin to push his knot inside me, I'm burning so hot that I am unable to do more than gasp and whimper into Ben's mouth.
After several moments of intense and delicious stretching, Michael eases his knot past my entrance, and I feel his release surging inside me as his body locks us together. He falls forward again, catching his weight on trembling arms on either side of me. All I can hear is his purr, but I can feel his chest contracting with each ragged breath he takes. Through his bond, I can feel so many things all at once. Completion, elation, joy, but above all else I feel staggering relief pouring from him. Ben kisses me one last time and gets up to get the pillows from the head of the bed. He helps pull the sheets out from under us and get us all tucked in. Michael never says another word, he just purrs for me, deep and loud.
"I don't think we'll be able to let you out of our sight for a while. I hope you won't hate us for it," Ben says as pulls my head onto his chest. Michael gives my hip a squeeze so I understand he feels the same way.
"I don't want to be out of your sight," I whisper. My eyes are starting to feel heavy; my words probably sound heavy, too. I can hear the water still running in the bathroom, and between the sounds of the twins purring and deep breaths and the shower, I don't stand a chance. I fall asleep smiling, happy and safe.
Chapter twenty
Seth
I can still hear everything happening in the bedroom despite the sound of the water. The scent of Desir'ee's spike is faint, but it's a constant note in the steam. I don't know if it's because it's so close to her going into heat, or if I'm that attuned to her, but it's more powerful than any of the soaps and shampoos I've messed around with in here in an attempt to distract myself. It's intoxicating. I keep waiting for the panic that swarmed through me when she was having spikes before, to come rushing back, but the only reaction I'm having is a painfully angry erection.
Jesus fuck, my dick is hard. Every drop of water spraying and dripping onto it feels like nails driving into and dragging across my skin. I want to wrap my hand around it to try to relieve the pressure, even just a bit, but I'm afraid it might hurt. And each time I breathe through the intensity of it, thinking I might have a handle on things, Desir'ee's sounds of pleasure ring out and I'm even harder than I was to begin with. The cycle is bordering on torture.
Kaleb. I need to think about what I'm going to tell Kaleb. That will help. They all left so abruptly that I didn't get a chance to thank them or to talk about what we're going to do tomorrow or discuss what's going to happen with Flores or Lopez. I'm glad Lopez volunteered the unit at the docks, but I don't trust him. I don't care how 'not a threat' Desir'ee thinks he is, fuck that guy. The irony of the situation is unfathomable.
Lopez is, without doubt, my Seth. I understood how fucked up it was for Talia's pack, especially Corso and Jasper, to accept my permanent presence in their lives; and how much they hate my nearness to her, but I fuckingget itnow. Fuck, do I get it. I was ready and more than willing to tear his head off his shoulders, but a few words from her stopped me, and that's been a raw point of frustration for hours. Frustration doesn't quite cover it. If I could combine disgust, rage, frustration, and righteous indignation with a general feeling of failure and hate…thatmightcover it. Maybe.
And he wasn't the one doing most of the hurting when Desir'ee was with them. From the sound of it, he was trying to help her. I actually did hurt Talia. What I'm feeling right now couldn't possibly be anything close to what her alphas must feel. Especially Corso, Alex, and Reid. The look on Corso's face when he carried Talia out of the holding cell I kept her in said everything at the time, but I didn't fully grasp how he must have felt in that moment until tonight.
They are always going to want my death and they deserve it. It doesn't matter what good Lopez might do, I will always want to see him scattered across the floor. And Flores…fuck Flores. I'm not sure if I'll be capable of interrogating him, but I want to be there when the light leaves his eyes. No amount of pain he'll experience will ever atone for what he's put my pack through. He deserves to feel every moment of fear and pain Desir'ee and the twins were put through, then he needs to die a brutal death.
I can't think of anything that might make me feel better about Lopez. I don't know how I'm still walking around. By all accounts, Corso should have put a bullet in me before he gathered Talia in his arms the day I called him. It's only fair that I have to give Lopez the same second chance that they have been giving me.
I tilt my face into the spray and then turn so that the water hits my back and shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch when high-pitched moans begin to cut through the air. I need to find a way to weather this, these spikes and her heat cycles. I need to be able to help her through them. I need to be a good alpha, that's what she needs more than anything. I can't be that for her if I shut down every time she goes into heat, and I sure as fuck can't see her through a heat if I have to struggle so hard to knot her.
My cock bobs, throbbing at the thought of my knot locking into that perfect place inside her and I let out a quiet, involuntary purr. Groaning, I turn off the water and get out of the tub. I've been in the shower so long that my fingertips are pruned and the layer of thick steam reaches lower than my shoulders. Things sound quiet in the bedroom, and I'm at once relieved and regretful. I towel off and put on the pair of shorts and the shirt I stole from a drawer in one of the other bedrooms. I left my bag at the place Talia's pack is staying, so I can stand wearing a pair of shorts that only just reach my knees and a borrowed shirt.
I creep down the hall and into the kitchen with my dirty clothes and put them into the washing machine. I don't start it, though; I don't want to wake up Desir'ee and the twins if they've fallen asleep. Laundry is a job for tomorrow. It's probably too late to call Kaleb, too. I'm caught between deciding to go to bed with the others or sleeping on the couch when Ben walks quietly into the kitchen.
"You smell like everything in the bathroom," he says, getting a glass from the cabinet. "You alright? I told her you were."
