Page 18 of The Alpha: Part Three
This is how it goes with us. There is no jealousy. No animosity. No hard feelings. I am buried inside her as she rides me, my thighs are soaked in her slick, but she needs the twins, too, and all I can do is try to come up with the most comfortable way for her to have them.
“What do you need, Desie?” Michael asks, reaching to push her hair back over her shoulder.
“You.”
Michael smiles at her and nods at Ben. They each straddle one of my outstretched legs and shuffle closer to her.
“You good,” Ben asks as he hands me a hair tie.
It takes me a moment to understand why he's asking and I fight back a snort of laughter when I realize why he's asking. They're both basically dragging their balls up the front of my legs on their way to Desir'ee. “Yeah,” I smirk. “All good.”
Honestly, I don't care about any of it. From what I remember of her last heat, the only thing the twins and I didn't do for our omega is each other. And to bereallyhonest, I'd do everything up until the actual act if she said she wanted to see it. I've never been attracted to males and that's not likely to ever change, but I'd do just about anything if she asked for it. Especially if she asked for it when she's in heat.
Ben pulls Desir'ee to him for the kiss she needed and Michael guides her searching hand to his dick. I gather her hair into what's supposed to be a ponytail. It isn't as neat as what she'd do herself but it gets the job done.
I hate that my mind keeps recognizing the differences between this pack that has become my home and the first pack I was involved with,especiallywhen I'm in the middle of giving my omega all the things she needs. But this would never have happened with Jay and Derek. When we shared females between the three of us it wasn't often about sharing, just doing. I like sharing. I like sharing so much.
While Michael and Ben take turns kissing Desir'ee, I reach around her to hold her breasts. I love how they fill my hands and how her nipples bite into my palms. I love how her back arches when I tug at them and I love the way she gasps into their kisses when I do it. I really love it when the things I do causes her to lose focus. Capturing both her nipples between my fingers I gently twist them back and forth, smiling when she hisses and moves her hand from Michael's dick to cover mine. I smile even harder when Michael drags her hand back down to continue working him over. Ben pulls her other hand to his cock and covers it with his own and she purrs as they all work together to make sure the twins finish when I do because she loves that.
Ben bites into his bottom lip and Michael's mouth lifts into a small snarl and that's my cue to hurry it up. I can't cum until she does, though, so I growl against her shoulder and push one of my hands down to circle her clit. “You're so close, darlin. Just a little bit more. You feel so good, so tight and hot around me, dripping wet. Fuck, it's good.” I lift my hips, thrusting deep, pushing my swollen knot against her. “Can you feel that, Desir'ee?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “I want it.”
“I know you do, darlin. I want to give it to you. Can you feel how hard Ben and Michael are? They want to cum for you, too. But you have to cum for us first. I need you to cum all over my cock before I push my knot inside you. Then Michael and Ben can get off. We're all waiting on you, honey. Give us what we want so we can give you what you need.”
She tightens around me with such a violently immediate orgasm that it takes my breath; and once I feel her rhythmic contractions around my length, I move my hands to her hips and push her down over my knot. Desir'ee throws her head back, crying out as she stretches around me, and Ben and Michael take advantage. They each latch onto our marks on either side of her neck and she screams for us. Then she passes out.
Michael climbs out of the nest and goes down the hall for a wash cloth. Ben announces that he's going to go find some snacks, and I maneuver Desir'ee and I around until she's on her side and I'm curled around her. Another of those differences surface when I start purring for her. I never purred before I was with this pack. Not once.
Chapter nine
Michael
I did research on which positions are most likely to result in a pregnancy. Luckily, most of them are positions we already do and love. This heat has been heavy on positions that have Desie either on her back or facing away from whoever is fucking her. The only thing we haven't done is hold her legs up while her hips are tilted toward the ceiling, and not because we didn't try. She wouldn't cooperate and made it crystal clear that she wouldn't be put on an incline with her legs above her head against the wall. I tried to convince her that that's what all the articles said to do, but she gave me a look that shut that down pretty quick.
I just want to give her what she wants. It doesn't matter that half the fantasies I've had in my head since I was old enough to have them end with her pregnant. God, I can't wait for it. She's going to be gorgeous. I hope she's not going to be one of those women who don't want to be touched her whole pregnancy because I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off of her. Between me, Ben, and Seth, she's going to be so spoiled. We're going to make sure she has everything she's ever wanted. All the equipment. All the little baby clothes. All the everything.
And now that we're free of Flores we can have it. We can have all of it. It's a little stressful to think about going back and forth between the West Coast and the East Coast, but I think it's going to work out better that way. Desie can talk about how much she loves snow and cold weather all she wants, but I know what her idea of cold and snow is and it's not the icy, frigid, mother fucking frozen mess that I know the area we're relocating to is going to be. I researched that, too. She's going to hate that shit.
So we'll migrate. We'll give her exactly one winter to truly appreciate the weather over there and then we'll set a yearly winter migration into place and everything will be fine. It probably won't even take a full winter for her to decide that being that cold for that long is not how she wants to raise our children. I don't even disagree with her. I fucking hate being cold and I don't like wearing coats. Or gloves. And I definitely don't want to worry myself ragged about our baby being too cold.
I also did a lot of research on babies while I was researching everything else. You can't put too many blankets on them, but you have to keep them warm. You can't let them sleep by themselves, but you cannot let them sleep in the nest with their parents. Everything is the wrong thing to do. And I absolutely dare someone to tell Desie she isn't allowed to sleep with our children in our nest or bed. I mother fucking dare them. I think the only thing to do about anything baby-related is, I don't know, our best. That's what all parents do anyway, right? All I want is for our pack and our family to be healthy and happy.
“Drink this water for me, baby?” Ben says, holding a bottle with a straw to Desie's lips. She shakes her head and whines. “No water, no dick. Open up.”
She huffs and takes a few sips.
“It's been three days, Michael,” Ben says quietly after Desie turns her attention on Seth.
Seth's been gone completely to rut since yesterday. He tries so hard to hold it back, but he hasn't had as much experience with an omega in heat as we have; so once he's gone, he's gone until Desie starts coming out of it. He doesn't slack on taking care of her, though. He has absolutely no problem making sure she gets everything she asks for, rut or not. It's been really good to have him with us during her heat. It gives Ben and me time to rest between rounds and gives us all more time to actually enjoy what's happening instead of trying to make sure we take care of every single thing.
“I know,” I whisper. “It'll happen. Don't worry.” But he's right. It has been three days. We thought it would happen before any of us truly went into rut. We all wanted to be conscious and aware of the moment she became pregnant. With Seth already being gone and me and Ben going in and out, it doesn't look like that's how it's going to go.
Eight hours, four blowjobs, and several positions later, I can feel my own rut climbing over my consciousness. Ben is more than half-gone. He and Seth have Desie between them in the center of the nest now. They’ve got her on her back between them with her thighs spread wide and her knees hitched over their hips, running their hands over her body. Seth is murmuring pure filth into her ear and Ben swallows every sound she makes with his kisses. It's so wonderful. And hot. Very fucking hot.
“Michael,” she sighs as she reaches for me, and I go to her. Ben and Seth pull her knees up to give me more room as I lower my body into place over hers.
“I'm here, Des. We've got you.” I kiss her once and then slide into place as I brace myself before I push inside her. It's always the same and always different every time; and always perfect. She feels like coming home and I don't mind losing myself to that feeling.
