Page 43 of The Alpha: Part Two
Seth and I stand just inside the doorway listening to them for long minutes before anyone notices us, and when we are noticed it isn’t by anyone we would have expected. Iris stares hard at Seth for a moment, then scoots out of her chair and marches over to us. She raises her squishy little arms, reaching up for Seth. He scoops her up and she cuddles into his chest, twirling the messy end of the braid around her little fingers.
Twelve. I need twelve babies. Immediately.
So immediately that my temperature starts creeping up. Just a little. Still, way too many eyes dart toward me all at once. I am ridiculous and mortified.
“Well,” Ben clicks his tongue, “on that note, we’ll have to continue this enlightening conversation later.”
Seth kisses the top of Iris’s head and carries her back to her seat. “Keep your brother in line for me, sweetheart.” No one would guess that the same heat that's beginning to course through my veins is rushing just as quickly through his. I can tell, though. By the time he turns back toward me, I can almost see a hint of a blush staining his cheeks.
Michael makes his way around the chairs and the bodies leaning against counters to take my hand and leads me through the sea of legs and feet and directly out the back door. "What about that conversation triggered a heat spike? I'm not complaining, just curious."
"Seth did it." I'm glad he's pulling me to the car. The spikes make my legs feel like jelly, and it doesn't help that the pants I decided to wear over here will probably be ruined by the time we get home.
"What did I do?" he says from close behind me, his voice more purr than anything else.
"You were holding Iris and it made me think about our twelve babies and it just happened."
“Hey!” Ben pouts. “I wanted to tell him about the babies.”
Michael opens the door for me, and I climb into the back seat. Ben folds himself in behind me and Seth twists around in the passenger seat when he gets inside. "How fast can we get home?"
Michael starts the car and turns around to look at me as he backs out of the driveway. "Twelve kids? When did we decide to have twelve kids?"
"In the bathroom." I lean into Ben when he wraps his arm around me. I hope this spike will continue to grow slowly. When I'm this close to going into heat they can come on all at once and I really don't want to have to deal with that in the back seat of this car.
Seth reaches back to press his palm against my forehead. "How long will it take to get home, Michael?"
"At least half an hour. Can you make it, Des?"
I nod. "Ben's back here with me if I can't."
Seth's bond is tight and hot. I'm as nervous about how he's going to manage my heat for the first time as I am excited. Actually, I can't wait for it. I hope being able to feel a little of how I'm feeling and how much I want and need him and the twins will allow him to let go.Reallylet go. Last night was just a taste of how intense Seth can be and I want all of it. I want every single drop of everything Seth is.
We're barely halfway home when the spike turns vicious and makes it apparent that I'm not going to make it home without relief. Before I can catch a long enough breath to ask Ben for help, Seth starts barking orders. It might be the sexiest thing I've ever heard, and it catapults an already intense spike into something almost unmanageable in the back seat.
"What the fuck are you doing, Ben? Get your dick out. Right now. Michael, get home faster. Drive through people's yards, I don't care, just get us home. Move, Ben!"
Ben laughs but starts working on his belt buckle.
"Laugh at me if you want to, just take care of her," Seth says, touching my forehead again, then my cheek. "Jesus, you're burning up. Tell us what you need, darlin’. We'll make it happen."
"I'm not laughing at you, Seth. I'm just happy, that's all." Ben's cock is hard and leaking when he finally gets it free. All I can do about any of it is whine, lick my lips, and burn up from the inside. He wraps his fingers around the base, squeezing it, making it visibly throb. "Here, baby. Is this what you need?"
No, but it's a start. I want it inside me, but his precum is dripping down the side of the swollen head and that will ease the rolling cramps enough to let Ben and Seth push my pants down my thighs. Ben's rich taste spreads across my tongue like a balm and he groans when I hum in relief.
Between the three of us, we manage to get my pants off without ripping them. I'm glad I decided on a pair of soft lounge pants this morning, jeans would have been too hard to deal with and Seth is concerned enough about me that he probably would have ripped them. That's a fun thought, though. I'd mourn the jeans, but I can imagine how it would feel if he did it while I'm bent over Ben's lap and, yeah, that's something I'm going to want to explore.
"What are you thinking about, Desir'ee?" Seth purrs. "Is it always like this? This intense? Do you always feel what she's feeling?"
"We can feel it to an extent, but we'll never feel exactly what she's feeling. It's kind of like the impression of how she's feeling." Michael's very helpful explanation is threaded with amusement. "When she's in heat or close to it, everything feels so muchmore.I could tell you that you'll get used to it, but you won't. You just learn how to handle it better, and you'll still end up in rut before it's over with."
The image of the three of them surrounding me, strong, lost to rut, their focus solely on me, brings another whine from deep within me. I'm usually too far gone to my own heat to have a visual memory of Ben or Michael lost to rut, but I've seen pictures of alphas in rut, and I can imagine it. Suddenly, the taste of Ben is nothing in the onslaught of need and want that rushes through me.
He pulls me up and onto his lap, helping me to position my thighs wide on either side of his. With one hand he grips the front of my shirt and jerks me close enough to slam his mouth over mine, the other hand reaching between us to line up his cock. I don't need encouragement or help to sink down, taking every solid inch of him to the thickening base. Then I raise up to do it again. And again. But it isn't enough. I need it to be hard, violent. I need to feel him pounding inside me. But we're cramped in the backseat and I don't have enough leverage to get what I need. That won't stop me from trying, though.
I start grinding my hips, trying to ease some of my ache by pressing my clit against his pubic bone as hard as I can. But it still isn't enough, and a quick peek out the window tells me that we're still not close to home. Not that it would matter. I'm not about to stop riding Ben just to walk into the house. Not when I'm so close to getting what I need.
Except I'm so far from it. "It's not enough," I pant, leaning back and putting my hands on his knees. The change in angle helps, but it still isn't right. "I need more. Harder. Please, Ben."
