Page 8 of The Alpha: Part Three
I fuck my knot inside her with every wave that washes through us and kiss her damp forehead when I can't get any deeper.
Michael kisses her cheek and picks up her forgotten coffee and turns to walk back down the hall.
“That's mine, Michael,” Desie mumbles.
“Mine now,” he winks, and takes a sip as he walks away.
“You're both awful, you know that?” Desie asks when I reach into the cabinet above her head for another cup. My knot tugs against her body as I stretch for the coffee pot, but it doesn't hurt. It feels good and she shivers with the pleasure of it.
I nod my head and pour coffee into the cup. “Well aware. I don't think I can reach the fridge from here, so you're going to have to drink this black.” Her nose wrinkles and I rub the tip of mine against it. “Coffee isn't good for omegas, anyway. I'll drink this and then I'll make you a nice cup of tea.” I glance down at our connected bodies. “Eventually.”
“I don't drink that much coffee, Ben. You know that. Just when I'm extra tired,” she yawns.
One tiny cup of coffee isn't going to do anything to combat the exhaustion I'm trying to ignore. The stress of yesterday and not getting enough sleep is catching up to me before the day has even started. I take a sip and put the cup on the counter. I grip her thighs to get a firm grip on her. “We're going to the floor to wait this out,” I tell her. “Ready?”
She nods and wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“I'm a terrible omega,” she yawns again once we're settled on the ground.
“What?” I jerk my head back to look at her. “No, you're not. You're a perfect omega.”
“No, really,” she says quietly. “One of my alphas is down the hall with a bullet wound and here I am-”
“Doing exactly what you should be doing, Des. You have three alphas to take care of, and all three of us are going to take care of you. Seth is alright. He'll probably be good as new by tomorrow. You needed attention. You needed attention all night, but we had tobe good. As soon as we're ready we'll go down the hall and you can bombard Seth with worry, okay?”
She nods. “Okay.”
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“You shouldn't be up,” Desie fusses when we find Seth sitting on the side of the bed. “You need to be resting.”
He stops eyeing his boots and turns to smile at her. “I'm alright. I'm not even bleeding anymore. Not much, anyway. We can't wait around for me to get to one hundred percent, Desir'ee. We need to contact Lopez and see what he's heard.”
“Or if he's behind it,” I mutter quietly.
Desie rolls her eyes. “He isn't behind anything. That wouldn't make sense, Benjamin.”
Seth sighs. “As much as I hate to agree with her, I don't think he's behind what happened yesterday, either. But he may know something about it, or he could listen for information.”
Desie bends to pick up Seth's boots and puts them beside the door. Then she stands in front of him with her hands on her hips. “These are phone calls, Seth Pratchett. You're not stepping a toe outside of this house until you don't have a hole in your side.”
Now my eyes are rolling, but Seth's mouth turns up. “It's more of a dent, darlin. I'll be alright to go check on some things.”
“Absolutely not. You can call him and anyone else you feel like you need to speak to. What do you want for lunch?”
And that's the end of that.
Seth is easy to get along with as far as food goes. The only thing he's not really into is peas. Michael ends up making one of Desie’s favorite comfort foods, weenie and eggs on warm tortillas, and Seth starts making calls after we're finished.
The first one is to Lopez. His pack is settling into itself as much as they can and things seem to be going fairly well for them. He doesn't know anything about the attack yesterday, but he was sufficiently upset about it that even I don't think he had anything to do with it.
“I'll ask around without being obvious. An attack like that, with the obvious attempt on both you and the Johnson child would make waves among the organization; especially if it was unsuccessful. I'll contact you if I hear of anything at all, no matter how insignificant. And you all are well?”
Seth glances at me, then Michael, and clears his throat. “We're good. Thank you, Lopez.”
“Elijah, please.”
“Thank you, Elijah. We'll check in again soon.”
