Page 44 of The Alpha: Part Two
He shoves his hips upward, thrusting deep, his partially formed knot pressing hard against the constriction of my entrance. "You need to be on your hands and knees, baby. I could fuck you as hard as you want like that. As soon as we get home, that's what we'll do." I look down and watch him trap my engorged clit between his finger and thumb, throwing my head back and crying out when he tugs it firmly away from my body.
"Fuck, Ben, you're going to make me wreck the car if you keep teasing her," Michael growls, the sound seeming louder in the confines of the car.
"Can you turn her around?" Seth asks. I glance over my shoulder to find him turned all the way around in his seat.
I don't know how he does it, but Ben somehow gets me spun around without fully pulling out of my body, bringing me mostly face to face with Seth. He turns toward Michael. "Do not wreck the car." Seth comes back to me and kisses me once, gently, before he pushes my head to the side, baring the damp skin of my neck to the cold air blowing from the air conditioning vent. He looks at Ben over my shoulder. "Harder." Then he tilts his head and covers one of the twins' marks with his mouth. My scream breaks into silence as his lips and teeth work that mark hard enough to make me see actual, sparkling stars in my peripherals. Seth and Ben time their movements and attentions perfectly together, creating a sea of pleasure for me to drown in. It feels like hours of torturous, exquisite, perfection, and I start rolling in one, long, drawn out, blinding orgasm.
Soon, though, Ben is at his limit. He grips my hips tight as he begins pushing his thick knot inside me. I cum again, but the intensity of it is taken up by the satisfaction of finally being knotted. The moment I feel his release surging inside me, I start to purr, my body giving a full twitch with every jerk of his cock.
Seth kisses the mark, then my forehead. "Better?"
"Mmmhmm," I nod. It's been years since I fell asleep in a car. And we're about to be stuck in here for at least a little while.
"I'm going to take us around by the beach while you rest," Michael says, smiling at me in the rearview mirror. "Is that okay?"
Yeah, that's okay. It's close to sunset. I love sunset at the beach. I lean back against Ben's chest, linking my fingers with his when he wraps his arms around me. The last time I was at the beach was when we all came together, and then we went to the concert. It seems like so long ago.
A few weeks. That's all it took to nearly destroy our lives. A few weeks to ruin any chance at happiness we would have had. Every single time I think about what was almost ripped away from me, away from us, my blood boils. I still want to kill Flores. I want to be the one to do it. I want to be staring into his awful eyes when the last speck of despicable life leaves them. I didn't know I was capable of this level of hate. I'm glad we're all together now, but the idea that he's sitting somewhere mostly unharmed doesn't sit well with me. He needs to be suffering. Until his last wretched breath.
"What's wrong?" Ben purrs against the side of my neck. "You're supposed to be all snuggly and sleepy right now."
"I think you should take me to see Flores."
Every bond goes taught. Michael raises a brow at me in the rearview mirror, and Seth turns back around to face me.
"Why?" Ben isn't purring anymore. None of them are.
I answer truthfully. Bluntly. "Because he should be suffering. He needs to be hurt. He needs to answer for what he's done to us. And then he needs to die."
Chapter twenty-four
Seth
We can't take her to see that motherfucker. I won't do it. She cannot share the same space with him. I won't let her near that piece of shit ever again. I don't care that her anger is eating its way through this intense bond between us. This is something she's going to have to be disappointed about.
"What do you mean, no?" Her narrowed eyes are watching the sunset that Michael parked us in front of, but none of the calm beauty of it touches her words. I'm doing great, less than twenty-four hours into being bonded with her and we're about to have a fight. Devon would be so proud.
"Desie," Michael sighs. "Please just listen. What kind of alphas would we be if we let you anywhere near him? After what he did to you? You still have bruises, baby. Bruises that he put on you. I'm not even sure any of us need to be around him. Nathan said they needed information from him. I don't think me, Ben, or Seth could be near him without ripping his fucking head off. And now he's got you talking about making people suffer and die."
She shakes her head. "Not people, Michael. Him. Just him. And you know I'm right. He needs to be in as much pain as he put us through. And we don't even know what else he's responsible for."
"No." I don't care. It's not happening.
Ben groans. It's out of place, and any other time it would probably be comical. "Look, if you don't calm down about it, we're going to take up permanent residence in this car. You're so tight right now. Fucking killing me. I can't concentrate long enough to argue with you."
"Call Kaleb," Desie keeps going. "Find out where he is. The docks, right? I'm going to go into heat any second. It'll be so much better if I know he's suffering while we definitely aren't. He needs to suffer. Please do this for me."
This is the shit Kaleb and the rest talk about. The insane, absurd, bullshit need to do whatever their omega wants despite the fact that it goes against every instinct they have. My fingers are practically itching to take out my phone.
Michael rubs at the space between his brows and glances over at me. I drag my hand down my face and shake my head at him. "No."
The energy in the car goes flat. That might be worse than anger. The blank absence of reaction. Dammit. But we can't let her near him. He hurt her; he was going to do worse than hurt her. He cannot be near her again.
The sun sinks below the horizon, leaving only splashes of color reflecting off the water. We watch it in silence. Waiting.
"We can do it," Ben finally says. "She doesn't need to be close to him. She can stay as far back as she needs to. That would work."
Neither Michael nor I answer him. I don't want her in the same room with him. And then there's the thing Michael already said. "Michael's right, Ben. I don't trust any of us to not kill him, and Nathan does need information. I don't trust myself. Look at her mouth. Look at her neck. We've left our marks, but those bruises aren't ours. I'm sick with knowing our omega is carrying bruises from another alpha. We'll kill him.I'llkill him."
