Page 35 of The Beta: Part One

Chapter 16

Talia

I’m rubbing ice cubes against Jasper’s temples and he’s begging me to kiss him, to touch him, anything. The only reason I’m not is because I don’t want to make it worse for him, he needs to be fucked, he needs knots, he needs his alphas. I’m just me, I don’t want to hurt him more by trying to help him. I sent out the first text ten minutes ago, but I guess they’re in an area of poor cell service. I’ve sent texts every few minutes as he’s gotten worse the entire time.

He went into it so fast. I’ve never seen an omega go into heat so fast. He started panting and within five minutes he was grabbing his stomach, gnashing his teeth, telling me it hurts, it burns. I tried everything except cookies. He couldn’t possibly eat a cookie right now.

He’s got his head in my lap now, letting me run my fingers through his hair while the ice melts. “Another wave,” he gasps and starts ripping at his jeans to get them off.

I slide down and help him. He’s so hard, I know it must be hurting him. His cock isn’t pink now, it’s red and angry and swollen; I can see veins standing out along the shaft. It’s so hard that it’s trembling with his heartbeat.

“Please, Talia, please. Touch it, please. Make it stop hurting,” he hisses between his teeth.

I don’t know what to do. I’m afraid to do that, I don’t want to hurt him and I don’t want to make trouble for the pack; but if I don’t… he’s already in so much pain. I send out another text and still there’s no reply.

He’s writhing on the floor now and his eyes are screwed shut. I’m trying to do every comforting thing I can think of, “Do you want a shower? A bath? Would that help?”

He shakes his head, his hips making small thrusting motions.

“Tell me what to do to help you, Jasper. Tell me what to do,” I’m pleading with him.

The wave subsides and he’s panting, “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

I can’t fuck him, for two big reasons. “I can’t, Jasper. What else?”

He looks at me and my heart stutters, I think he might cry. I brush damp hair off his forehead and lean down to give him a soft kiss, but he grips my hair and crushes my mouth against his and the ferocity of his kiss makes my body react. I can’t help it.

I pull away, “Let me try them again. I’ll call this time.” I send the call, putting it on speaker just in case hearing them might help him.

Devon finally answers, and Jasper moans at the sound of his voice, “What’s happening, Talia?” he barks over the phone.

“Devon!” Jasper calls out before I can say anything, “Why can’t she fuck me?” he demands.

“Jasper, honey, I can’t fuck you,” I try to sound soothing, like I’m talking someone off the ledge of a cliff.

“Why not?” he snarls at me, his hand squeezing around his shaft.

“Because I don’t have a cock, princess. You’d just be even more frustrated if I tried.”

He groans and there’s a rush of digitally distorted comforting noises coming through the phone.

“Tell me what to do, Devon,” I bark.

Just then another wave rolls over Jasper and he starts begging me to touch him again, fuck him, anything.

“Goddammit, Devon. How far out are we?” I hear Kaleb ask.

Devon murmurs twenty minutes and Jasper wails. “Please! I can’t wait that long! It doesn’t help if I get myself off, it just hurts!”

Fuck. Fuck. Fine.

They’re arguing over the fastest route home and I interrupt them, my voice steady and firm, “Permission to ease your omega.” I mean it as a question, but it comes out as only slightly less than a demand.

Nothing sounds from the other end of the call.

“I’m not going to fuck him, but I can let him use my mouth. Will that help? Until you get here?”

A few more agonizing seconds of silence, then Kaleb answers, “Yes. Do it. Jasper, angel, we’re coming. We’ll be there soon.”

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