Page 51 of The Alpha: Part Two
"Ben," Michael quietly warns, coming up to kneel beside me.
"Shh," I hiss. "It's going to help." Then Desie puts her fingers over Seth's, and I watch her use their fingers to spread her apart for me. "Fuck. Yes." This is good. Really good.
"Do it, Benny," she whines. "Give it to me. I need it."
She definitely needs it, but I'm taking it a lot slower than she wants me to. I don't know what Seth would do if he felt me shove my swelling knot inside her like I want to and I'm not trying to find out today. I'll take it nice and slow and torture all three of us.
"Keep your eyes closed, Seth," Michael purrs. "Focus on how she feels. Focus on your bond with her. Can you feel it?"
Seth nods.
"Good," Michael continues, his eyes fixed on Desie's body giving way for my knot. "Can you feel how much she needs what Ben's doing?"
Seth nods again and reaches up to grasp her breast and roll her nipple between his fingers with his other hand. Desie gasps and arches into his touch, which causes her hips to shift and thrust against me. She's stretched around the start of my knot now, and I can feel their fingers spreading wide around me. God, it feels good.
Desie drags out my name in a long moan, digging her heels into my ass and the backs of my thighs, pulling me even closer. "Please, Ben," she pants, but I hold back. I'll never not give her what needs, she'll get everything she ever asks me for, I just need to do this one thing for Seth. I really think this will help him, and our future.
"You feel it, Seth? Can you feel it all?"
"Yes," he hisses. "Don't make her wait."
"I'm going to push my knot inside her now. I want you to feel it. I don't care if you touch me, too. It doesn't matter. I need you to feel what she feels like when she takes it. I want you to look when I tell you to."
He nods, his eyes still squeezed shut, but Michael calls another warning. "Ben. It's too much."
"No, it isn't," I grunt. "It isn't. He panics because of the memory. He needs new memories. To battle it out with the old, bad ones."
Desie hisses my name again and I tighten my grip on her hips. "Ready Seth?" I wait for his halting nod, then I push the rest of my aching knot inside her. "Now, Seth," I grit through my teeth. "Look now. Look and feel."
He cracks his eyes open, one blue iris slowly becoming visible. He sucks in a breath and turns into Desie's neck but doesn't look away. His and Desie's hands are trapped between mine and Desie's straining bodies, their fingers slipping through the slick as I rock my hips to lodge my knot inside her, and my back bows with the added friction.
"It's good, right?" I ask, but he doesn't respond. He's staring too hard at our joined bodies.
"Seth," I grunt. "It's good, right?"
"Really good," he whispers against Desie's cheek. "So good. You're doing such a good job, darlin’."
And he's back. Thank fuck, because I need to get off. "You ready to cum for us again, Desie?" She answers with that gorgeous whining moan noise that wraps around the base of my skull. I circle my hips, moving my knot inside her as much as I can, but her orgasm doesn't come. "What do you need, baby? Tell me."
"Michael," she whimpers.
"I'm right here," he says, leaning down to kiss her.
Then it happens. Her walls constrict and tremble around me, bringing my release roaring out of me. The rhythmic tightening around my knot makes my orgasm last for what feels like hours while her own drowns us in slick.
When my ears stop ringing, I hear Seth and Michael mumbling sweet things to her and purring. I join in and we collapse into a pile of satisfied, happy people.
"Thank you," Seth whispers after a while.
I raise up on my elbow to look at him across Desie's shoulder. "If one of us isn't okay, none of us are. You'll be okay."
Chapter twenty-eight
Desie
Seth is perfectly fine; better now than he was before, I think. I remember chunks and pieces of my heat, and what I can remember is amazing. I'm so proud of him. I'm proud of the twins, too. But I'm sore. Pleasantly tender is how I put it to the boys. It's been two days since it lifted, time enough to see where our pieces would fall, and now it's time to go back to work.
Not my job at the hospital. I informed the administration that I'd be out for a few weeks to get things settled with my new pack. We're going back to have another round with Flores this afternoon. I probably shouldn't be excited, but I am. Ben is glad for what he's calling my bloodthirsty streak, but Michael is a little concerned. Seth is full-on worried. I keep assuring them that I'm not going to start going on killing sprees, or something equally ridiculous. I'm just happy that Flores is paying for some of his crimes. I think anyone in my position would be.
