Page 47 of The Alpha: Part Three
It took everything falling apart to complete our pack. It took Flores circling and then taking Desie for me and Ben to finally get our shit together and fix things. We wouldn't have Seth if we hadn't gone to that bar to watch over Desie while other packs tried to claim our omega.
“Michael,” Ben snaps, drawing my attention.
My growl and the small taste of blood in my mouth startles me and I jerk my head back. I look down at Desie to see an impression of my teeth overlapping Seth's mark, two glaring pinpricks where my canines broke the skin. “I'm sorry, Des. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just had a dark thought.”
“You didn't hurt me.” She gently touches my jaw. “What was your dark thought?”
“We almost lost you. Twice.”
She gives me a small smile. “But you didn't.”
“We could have. If Seth hadn't been there that first night we would have lost you then.”
“But you didn't, Michael. I'm here, and so is Seth. We are here together. We're going to be okay.”
“You good?” Seth asks from the doorway.
I press my forehead against Desie's and close my eyes for a moment. We are here together. We are whole. “I'm good.” I kiss her again. “We're good.”
“We're just getting started,” Ben nips the inside of her thigh. “Come pick a spot.”
Seth's gaze darkens as it passes over each of us. The corner of his mouth lifts as he settles heavily against the door frame, casually crossing his arms over his chest. “I'm content where I am. Y'all carry on.”
Ben nods up at me and repeats Seth's instructions. “Carry on.”
“Yes,” Desie says. “Carry on.”
I reach down and guide Desie's leg to drape over my hip and kiss her once more before going back to Seth's mark. I love how much pleasure those marks can give her. Manipulating those marks with teeth and tongue elevates anything else happening to her. Ben would have led her to a gasping orgasm all on his own, but my attention launches it into a screaming one that has her clawing at my shoulder with one hand and yanking Ben's hair with the other.
This is the first time in our lives either of us has had hair long enough for her to pull. Our hair is thick, and if we let it go long enough it gets wavy and then it sticks out weird. We kept it short when we were younger because it was easier to deal with; and we kept it short when we were doing the fights because hair long enough to grab is a liability. We're not fighting anymore, but I don't think I want long hair. Ben has made it more than obvious that he enjoys the hair pulling so we might end up, for the first time in our lives, with an obvious difference in our appearance.
Ben raises up onto his knees and shoves his shorts down. “How adventurous are you feeling, baby?”
Desie licks her lips and glances between us. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” Ben says, reaching down to grasp her breast and tug at her nipple. “This is our first night in this house. And Seth is over there hoping for a good show. And me and Michael are both right here. And I just think it would make for a really good time if wedidn'ttake turns. Are you feeling up to that?”
I watch the understanding of what he means grow in her eyes and she starts to smile, but then she bites her lip. “I don't know if we can.” She reaches down to place a hand on her stomach.
“Oh, we definitely can,” Ben smirks. “I've been thinking about it. I might have even done a little bit of research on the topic. There are a bunch of positions that will work out just right as long as you're comfortable.”
“Like what?” she asks.
Ben offers a hand to help me up. “Just go with it.”
I kick off my shorts and wait for direction. I'll be more than happy with anything he's got in mind. Ben helps Desie up next and flops down on his back in the place she was laying. He gestures for her to come to him. “On your hands and knees, so I can make it good.”
He nods at me after she's in place facing away from him and that's my cue to provide a distraction. Desie loves it when we fuck her this way, but it's been a while since we've done it and she likes something to do while one of us opens her up. This time I get to be the distraction.
I get on my knees in front of her. “You want me like this? Or lower?”
“This is good,” she says, and grips the base of my cock. She licks across the head then sucks it into her mouth and I sink my fingers into her thick hair. Ben isn't the only one who likes hair pulling. By the time he pulls back on her hips, I'm past the point of being hard and more than ready to be inside her.
“I need you to kind of squat over me,” Ben tells her. “It's going to feel awkward, but only for a minute. If you don't like it this way we'll do something else, okay?”
She nods and does what he says, holding onto my forearms for balance.
“Ready?” he asks.
