Page 49 of The Beta: Part One

“Devon has to be here. I need to fuck you. Today. Now, if you'll let me. It has to be Devon with us. He won't touch you, he doesn't want his piece of you yet, I won't have to think about sharing. He needs to see how good we are together, he needs to know you're safe. Please, Talia, can I have you now?.”

She crosses the room to me and the way her breasts sway under the fabric makes me groan and need to adjust myself under my jeans. Fuck this zipper.

She sits on my lap, and it is instantly one of my favorite things. I sit on my alphas' laps all the time, but this is the first time in my life anyone has sat in my lap and it feels absolutely wonderful.

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me sweetly, “Anything you want, princess. I'll go get him.”

I jerk my head back, not in that dress she isn't. Nobody can see her in that dress until I've claimed her as mine as much as I'm able to. I've wished more than a few times in the past few weeks that I was an alpha and I could put a claiming mark on her, I can feel her skin and flesh under my teeth, I can taste her, but I can do fuck-all about it because I'm just an omega and I can't put a mark on anyone. I've been toying with the idea of begging one of them to put a mark on her, but I think it would be too big of an ask.

“You can't wear that out there. I'll text him. You can put on one of my shirts if you want. I want the dress to be a surprise.”

She gives me a smile and another kiss on my cheek and goes back to the bathroom to change out of the dress, grabbing one of my button downs on the way past my closet.

I grab my phone from the desk and tap out the text to Devon, I know you're not completely on board, but it has to be you. You have to be the one to be with me when I'm with Talia.

A few seconds later I get his reply, Okay, angel. Anything you need. Just let me know when you're ready.

Talia walks back out to me wearing my shirt, it's a robin's egg blue and her eyes look electric. She slips back into my lap like it's the most natural thing in the world, like she's been sitting with me our entire lives.

I tap out another text with one hand, the other wrapped around her hips, Now.

Devon is somehow intimidated by what I need with Talia and I don't completely understand it. I'm his. I'll always be his. I'm his as much as I'm Kaleb's or Trent's or Nathan's. Talia isn't going to change that, she doesn't want to. But I want her to be mine, and eventually theirs, too. Mine first, though, mine first. I hear Devon stomping down the hallway, it sounds regrettably sullen but he needs to understand that this is not going to take anything away from him or our pack.

I also think he might enjoy seeing my body doing the fucking instead of being fucked. I overheard enough of Trent's hushed description of what happened with me and Talia the first time and the resulting conversation to know all my alphas are intrigued by the idea of me fucking her the way they fuck me.

He comes in with a tight, shuttered expression and slumped shoulders. Talia sees it just as quickly as I do and gets up off my lap so I can go to him. They all spend so much time trying to make sure I'm alright, reassuring me when I'm upset or anxious, and I'm not often in a position to provide that for them. Talia senses it and she's always moving fluidly around me and around them so that we can give each other what we need, and that's part of why I need Devon to be here for this. He needs to see that she will be another support in place for us.

I wind myself around him and drag his mouth down to mine so I can chase some of the heaviness from him. He responds slowly, but soon his arms are wrapped around me and his hands are clutching at my hair, my hip, everywhere there is to touch. I wrap myself just a little tighter for a second then pull away to look up into his eyes.

“You're going to make sure I'm okay,” I whisper.

I don’t mean it as a question, but he hears it as one because he brushes his nose against mine and says, “Always.”

I kiss his jaw and lead him to the trunk Trent sat on before. I want to tell him it will be alright, but it would just embarrass him so I don't. I squeeze his hand and go to join Talia on my bed, where she has been patiently and silently waiting.

“I don't want this to be awkward,” I say softly, feeling a bit awkward now that this is happening.

She shushes me with a kiss and I wonder for half a second if she can taste Devon on my tongue, but then the magical bubble that surrounds us sometimes starts to form and I stop worrying about Devon. All I can taste and smell is Talia as she lets me kiss and lick at her mouth.

She may have initiated the kiss, but she lets me lead it, lets me control everything about it. I think she somehow knows I need it this way with her. My alphas never make me feel insignificant or small or weak, it just feels so natural to fall into their control and let them handle me because they know how and they're all so very good at it. But not with Talia. She knows when I need the control, when to let me take and take from her, and when to take some of me back for herself.

She's soft and pliant under me, one of her legs wound around one of mine, one hand buried in my hair, the other clutching the fabric of my shirt. My alphas feel better than anything else in the world, but they're not soft like Talia, not even a little; and the only time they're under me is when I'm riding one of them.

Just like the kiss, Talia follows my lead as I move and press against her, giving me soft, sweet sighs. My touch isn’t shy and uncertain anymore, we've been playing with each other for weeks and I know exactly how to touch her now. I start to slowly undo the buttons of the shirt she's wearing from the top, kissing and nipping my way down the column of her neck. When I get the shirt opened, I part it and graze my hands up her sides and up to frame her breasts, crushing them together and licking a path right across her skin from one stiff, pink nipple to the other. She arches up into me and I give her what she's after, licking and suckling one and then the other until she's panting.

When her fingers tighten in my hair I change tactics, I palm one breast and concentrate on the other nipple, sucking harder, letting it drag through my teeth, making her gasp and pull my mouth tighter against her. I've made her orgasm twice since that first time by just doing this, and as tempting as that is I don't want that right now.

I move back up to her mouth for another kiss, this one more demanding, thrusting my tongue into her mouth so she can suck on it the way we both like. She tugs up the hem of my shirt and I break away long enough to yank it over my head and throw it aside, and she leans up to lick up my chest, giving one of my nipples a lingering pass with her tongue. I press her back down to the bed and stay on my knees between her legs so I can look down at her. I want to memorize how she looks in this moment, and she's indulgent enough to lay there just the way she is and let me look as long as I want to.

Lowering myself back down over her, my hips cradled between her thighs I put my mouth against her ear to say softly, “There are things I'm curious about that I've put off doing until I'm ready to have all of you.”

I relish her full-body shiver as my breathy words tease against her ear, and I lick the skin just behind her earlobe before I give it a quick suck before I tell her what I want to do to her. “Your scent makes me want to see what you taste like, and that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to kiss and bite my way down your body, pull off those pretty black panties, and lick you until you beg me to stop. Is that okay?”

I know it's okay, but her whimper and the way her hips thrust up against mine let me know she definitely likes the idea, and she likes hearing me say it.

I didn't lie, her aroused scent drives me insane with lust; very similar to how my alphas' aroused scents drive me to grind myself against the nearest leg; but the difference is that I want to consume her scent, I want every particle of it inside of me. I want to taste it against my tongue, I want to lick and suck it off of her until there isn't any left. But this is also one of the things that make me anxious; as much as I want it, I'm a little afraid that I really might get overwhelmed and I don't want that to ruin this for Talia, or for me. I know she's drowning in my pheromones and her own, and she's got to be so wet for me; but she isn't rushing or pressuring. She's pulling me in for a kiss and running her fingers through my hair. I give her the kiss and then do what I said I was going to.

I lick and kiss and bite a path down her body that has her writhing against me, making sure to suck a mark on the inside of her breast, and another over her hip. Then I push her thighs wide apart and lower myself between them. I love looking at her pussy, I love touching it. I love watching how her clit swells as I manipulate it and I love seeing how slick her puffy lips get when she's aroused.

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