Page 53 of The Beta: Part One

Chapter 21

Talia

I'm sitting on my bed in my room wearing Jasper's clothes, trying to understand what just happened to me. He said he's never been with a woman before me, not even imagined it. But what just happened is a direct contradiction to that claim. The man who just fucked me was a professional.

I'm so confused, my legs are still a bit wobbly, and I've never been so wet in my life. Maybe it's to do with being an omega, maybe they really are just incredibly and ridiculously so sexually inclined that the rest of us might as well just give up. Now he's up there on his knees for Devon and it was all I could do to make myself leave his bedroom because I really, really wanted to stay and watch.

I could feel the need streaming off of Devon and the small look back over my shoulder as I was leaving the room will haunt my fantasies probably for the rest of my life. Devon sitting on that trunk, legs spread, just waiting for his omega to come give him what he needs; and Jasper prowling across the floor to him with my marks running down his back, fuck. I hope Devon won't fault me for scratching up his omega, but it was completely involuntary. I barely remember doing it.

Footsteps are thundering down the stairs and a second later Trent is peeking into my room.

“Need something?” I ask him, even though I suspect he's just down here to be nosy.

“Can I come in?” he asks, and I wave him forward.

“So... I just wanted to come see how my boy did.”

Idiot.

I launch my pillow at him. “He did just fine. I'm about to come up and start dinner.”

Trent rocks back on his heels, something I've noticed he does when he's full of absolute shit, and says, “We could just order in, I don't know if you can make it back up the stairs, much less stand up in the kitchen long enough to cook.”

I snort and catch my pillow when he tosses it back at me. I really like that I can joke with him now, it makes it feel better to be here.

“On a serious note, though,” he smooths a finger across his eyebrow, which is something he does when he's nervous about something, “You and Jasper are charging five grand for a place at the game table, and another fee for each question. Will there be a different price for dares? I ask because some of the alphas that will undoubtedly buy a seat might ask for some pretty risky dares.”

Yeah, I thought about that. That's why I put the hard limits in place. “That's why we set the rules about what's acceptable and make them sign an agreement before they sit down. Jasper is working on the wording, Kaleb and Devon said they would help.”

He nods but adds, “I want each of us to have a veto for truth and one for dares, too. Even with the rules, someone will push it. I know this will help us get information and maybe give us an idea of who we should be watching out for, but I still think it's dangerous to put Jasper in a position to actually do dares.”

“Again, that's why we're putting some strict rules in place. Nothing that would risk his safety, nothing that would compromise either his position in his pack or his pack's integrity or structure, nothing that could truly put him at risk” I know there's still going to be a chance that someone tries something, but between all the hard rules and vetoes we should be fine.

I also intend to steer most of the attention towards me as another precaution, but nobody will figure that out until Jasper and I are sitting at the table. Trent looks like he's as appeased as he's going to get, but I have another problem. I think it might be a Kaleb problem, but Trent might have some suggestions,

“I have another issue with the whole situation, though. I tried on the dress Jasper bought for the auction. There's nowhere to put a weapon, much less hide one. I can't go unarmed. I'm trained in hand to hand styles, but I would be so much more comfortable if I could take a weapon.”

He looks at me and blinks, “Is it as short as the cupcake dress?”

“No, but it shows more skin than it covers. He did get a thigh harness contraption for me to wear with it but it's useless for weapons. I guess I could clip a couple small knives to it, but Jasper might throw a fit if I ruin the aesthetic he's working for.”

Then Trent says something amazing, “What about your hair? Maybe you could put a set of those knitting needle sticks in your hair, that would be better than nothing.”

He's right, and a set of those would definitely look great with the dress.

“Fuck yeah,” I exclaim, “That's an excellent idea.” I grab my phone to search for a set of Kanzashi sticks and decide on a black set that has emerald green accents. I know Jasper wanted ribbon in my hair, but I cannot go to this thing unarmed.

“Smart you,” I say and show him a picture before I tap the 'buy now' button. “It's not enough, but hopefully I won't need them.”

He grins at me, “There should be plenty of forks there, as well.”

I snort a very ladylike laugh, he's not wrong. Stabbing that asshole with my fork at that stupid dinner we attended was a defining moment and I enjoyed it immensely.

We didn't end up ordering in because I had already prepped food for the grill. I was going to do it, but men have a universal enjoyment and obsession with cooking meat over flame. So Kaleb took over that portion of the meal; leaving me to mix up the salad and put together a lemon orzo dish.

Jasper is sitting at the table slicing strawberries and pouting because I changed out of his shirt and into one of my own. I am at a loss. I don't understand why he's so upset. I just didn't want to ruin his shirt with all the cooking mess.

Nathan comes in, sweaty and tracking grass on the floor and despite his pouting Jasper and I both huff at the same time. Nathan grins like a child and grabs the broom to clean up the grass.

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