Page 48 of The Alpha: Part Two
I don't immediately make a run for the bathroom. I'm too caught up in the way his gaze is burning through me, so I'm caught completely by surprise when Michael's palm lands a stinging blow on my right ass cheek. "March it, Desie. Your alpha gave you an order."
He didn't, not really. But the thought of him ordering me to do any one of the things I can't stop thinking about pulls at something low and deep inside me and I clench at the sudden spear of need that runs through me.
"Desir'ee," Seth growls. "Go."
I go.
I take the fastest and most thorough shower I've ever taken in my life and don't bother putting on clean clothes after I dry myself off. The towel barely covers me from my breasts to the tops of my thighs, and the cool air rushing around my damp, heated skin causes me to break out in goosebumps. All three of them are on the couch, sitting in dimly lit silence when I lean into the room from the hallway. "Next," I say, and turn to walk down the hall to the back bedroom and my nest.
It's been pulling at me, my nest. I need to fix it before they're finished showering. I'll have time. It doesn't need much, just a few little tweaks, and maybe the towels they dry off with. They'll be damp, but that doesn't matter. I just want the fresh scents of my alphas surrounding me.
"Here," Ben says, handing me his towel. "I tried to shake off as much water as I could once I knew you wanted the towels. I don't want your nest to be wet…with water." He gives me that half-smile I love so much as he holds it out to me.
"Our," I correct, tucking his only slightly damp towel between a pillow and one of the silky blankets. I don't remember the exact moment when Seth and Michael came in and asking for the towels, but I can make out their newly cleaned aroma from the towels woven through the older scents in the nest. "Our nest. It's ours."
"It's perfect, Desir'ee." Seth smiles softly. He looks at the nest I've made for us with such reverence that it makes my heart catch.
I go to him and plant a kiss in the center of his chest because that's what I can reach without raising onto my toes. "Wasn't there something you wanted to do before I was too far gone?" I'm not too far gone, not yet, but this isn't a spike. I'm going into heat tonight and this is just the beginning.
He flicks his blue eye at me and grins sheepishly. He didn't put on his eyepatch after he got out of the shower. He's self-conscious about going without one, but I think he's handsome with or without it. "Yes. Are you ready?"
I've been ready. I answer his silly question by nipping the place I just kissed, and he growls, which makes slick rush down my thighs…which makes him growl again. He picks me up and lays me down in the center of the nest quicker than I realize it's happened and lays down between my legs, looking up at me across my torso. "You probably won't let me do this in an hour, but I've been thinking about this for so long, Desir'ee." He pushes my knees wide and holds them, keeping me spread open and vulnerable. He gives me one last simmering glance, then he licks up the center of me from my perineum to my aching clit and my hips jerk in response to the sharp and sudden pleasure.
Seth licks across my clit again, then moves back down to my dripping entrance where he laps and sucks until I'm trembling and crying out his name over and over. That isn't enough for him, though. He flips us over, so that I'm now on my knees over his face, and he wraps his hands around my thighs and jerks me down. He alternates between sucking my clit and lashing it with his tongue, stopping every so often to thrust his tongue inside me to lick at my inner walls. My head is thrown back, and my eyes are rolling back so hard that they're beginning to ache.
"God, you look gorgeous riding his face," Ben purrs. "Cum for him, baby. He wants to drown in you."
I reach down and grasp a handful of Seth's fiery hair, simultaneously pulling him closer and forcing his eye to mine. "Don't drown." I feel him smile against me even as he licks into me again. I moan loudly, grinding against him. "That feels so good, Seth." He groans at the sound of his name and uses gentle pressure from his teeth to tug at my clit, flicking his tongue against it, and the vibration sends me spiraling into the orgasm he's been working so hard to give me.
Seth rolls us back over and kisses the inside of my thigh. "I've been thinking about that for weeks."
Chapter twenty-six
Michael
Seth is completely gone to rut. Ben and I knew he would be, but I thought it would have taken longer than a few hours. I guess it's because he's never been through a heatwithan omega before. I'm just glad he isn't having a panic attack; and I'm pretty sure his bond with Desie is the reason he isn't. It makes sense. The ability to actually feel how she's feeling and what she needs is probably the best thing in the world for him.
He's been really great, too. Ben and I didn't fight over Desie during our first heat with her, but that happens in new packs more than you'd think; and we are a newly formed pack. We figured it would likely go one of two ways with Seth; either he'd panic, or he'd get jealous and greedy. He isn't doing either of those things. All he's interested in is making sure Desie gets what she needs and he's not afraid to bark polite orders at Ben and me to make it happen.
"Ben," Seth growls, pointing at the empty space in front of Desie. We've got Desie on her hands and knees. Seth is sitting beside her, stroking and kissing bits of skin, and I've just started getting into a good pace behind her; but that's not enough. Between Desie's need for all three of us all at once, at all times, and Seth's hyperfocus on what she needs, none of us are spending much time being untouched.
Ben happily gets to his knees in front of her so she can have access to whatever parts of him she needs without discussion. It's been like that for hours. We don't need real conversation between us to communicate. I don't mean that in a ridiculous way. Nobody's over here trying to be psychic or anything, there's just so much connected feeling between us that words are really just…unnecessary. It's things like this that make me think of Rafe.
We were kids. We really were. Even Rafe, despite being older than Ben and me. It was like that with us back then. We didn't have to discuss everything; we just did what we needed to do, and it was good. It worked out. It was kid stuff, like where we were riding our bikes to, or how to deal with neighborhood fights between other kids. We just worked with each other while we were beside each other and it worked out. When Desie came into the picture, all that just intensified and centered around her. Obviously, it was still kid stuff. We played a lot of games she liked way more than we did, but we were all kids and we just wanted her to be happy and smiling.
Then we started getting older. And the games changed. Desie was still in-between being a kid and being a teenager when we lost Rafe; and me and Ben weren't much older. Hell, we even still enjoyed playing toplaysometimes. But not Rafe. He was older and trying to set us up for our future. Everyone here knows that the way to get ahead is to get in with Flores when you live in the part of town we grew up in. If you can be useful to him, then you'll be alright. That usefulness came with a price, though, didn't it?
What a fucking thing to be thinking about right now. Fuck. It's just that it feels so much the same with Seth. It's been so easy to just fall into it with him. Every pack has a lead alpha. Every single one. Neither Ben nor me are that. Neither of us have ever wanted to hold that position over the other. We've held on to Desie and our dreams because we're too stubborn to give up, but we are so much better with someone to follow. Seth is a lead alpha. I don't know if he realizes it, but he is. He's ours.
I watch Seth gather Desie's hair into a pretty good ponytail as she's licking across Ben's cock, and smile. He's completely unbothered, he just wants to make it better for her. I grip her hips a little tighter and adjust my stance a bit. This is the stuff that Ben and I excel at. We are very, very good at fucking Desie between us. But then someone knocks on the front door, and the entire moment takes a turn. The deep, snarling growl that comes ripping out of Seth makes me itch to turn my head and show him my neck. But I don't. That sound wasn't meant for me, it was meant for the asshole at the door.
"I'll go," I say quietly. If we didn't have Flores locked up in a box on the docks, I wouldn't bother with the door; but if something has happened, we need to know, heat or not. And if Seth goes to the door, he's more likely to tear someone's head off than to find out what they need. "You take over for me here." It better be one of the neighbors because I don't know what we'll do if someone is bringing a problem to our door.
Desie whines when I pull out of her, but she's happy again as soon as Seth takes my place. It really is just that easy with him. I thought after all the bullshit we might have some awkwardness to hurdle or something, but no, we're good. I grab the first pair of shorts I find in the dresser and have one foot in them when Seth growls my name to get my attention. "Don't be long. We need you with us. Be careful."
There are a lot of things I could say right now. A lot of smartass remarks about me being a grown ass man who has been doing this a lot longer than he has. I would say every single one of them to Ben. I don't say any of them to Seth, though. I nod and say, "I will." No, I'm not going to spend even a handful of seconds being choked up about Seth telling me to be careful answering the fucking door. Absolutely not.
It turns out that there's no reason for me to be careful. Kaleb is standing on the porch with a case of water and a basket of what smells like orange-cranberry muffins.
