Page 67 of The Beta: Part One

Thankfully, the spike fades quickly and I wipe down the walls to neutralize any trace of a lingering scent. I leave the walk-in and squawk when I run smack into Devon's broad chest.

He steadies me with his hands on my hips but I don't miss how he rubs his palm against his jeans. “What were you doing?” he demands.

I can't tell him the truth, but he'll know if I lie, so he gets a partial truth that isn't a lie at all. “I was cleaning. The walk-in is on my deep clean schedule. We're also getting low on those sweet potato fries Jasper likes, so I'll have to pick up more from the store when I go later this week. Is there anything you need?” I hope I don't sound as anxious as I feel.

He's looking at me a little harder than I'd like, but he doesn't argue or accuse me of anything, “No,” he says, still running his eyes over me almost suspiciously, “I don't think so. I want to start planning for the end of summer cookout. We usually host, but preparing for it has been a stressful disaster almost every year. I'm glad you'll be here to help this time. Will you make a list of what we'll need, for probably a hundred or so people. We usually cover the cost, but this year my father wants to help out since we're inviting so many more so we can try to put tags on a few of them like Nathan wants to.”

“I'll have it ready by the time we need to order,” I tell him.

I've never been to the end of summer cookout, but I've heard about it enough times to know it's a huge deal; and if we're using it as an excuse to put tails, tags, bugs, whatever, on some people to try to solve this issue with the rogues and the council then I'll make doubly sure it goes to plan.

Devon looks away from me to glance behind me at the freezer, but he doesn't say anything else and I go back to finish pairing the few socks that are left in the basket. He lingers for a few moments, but eventually goes back upstairs, leaving me to silently panic over the way he kept looking at the freezer, like he knew something strange was happening. But he didn't say anything and I doubt he smelled anything other than the bleach I used; and I'm shamefully happy that he said he was glad I was here to help Jasper, so I'll consider it a win.

I settle into a rhythm of meals, movies, and make out sessions over the next week. Nathan and Kaleb have a couple secret meetings in the security room, and Jasper and Trent do end up convincing everyone that psycho sandwiches will be served every Saturday for lunch.

It has been hotter than usual, even for mid-summer, and everyone is walking around wearing as little as possible regardless of the temperature the thermostat is set to. We've exhausted our supply of ice pops twice.

As it turns out, everyone who lives in this house likes to watch each other eat them; and Jasper made a fun game out of fucking me with one and sucking the melting pieces that he broke off out of me. Thankfully it wasn't red or blue and I got the stain out of the sheets and off the mattress, but since then I've banned them from the bedroom. I am beginning to let my guard down in a way that I've never allowed myself to do before now, and I can't decide if that's terrifying or invigorating.

All that comes to an end one night when I wake up burning up, my skin tight and itching and soaked in sweat. I can feel the sticky wetness between my thighs and I want to scream in frustration.

I haven't been fucking Jasper because I didn't want to take a chance on triggering one of these responses, but if it's going to happen anyway maybe fucking Jasper could make it stop. He did say that if I needed to fuck someone I could fuck him. Fuck it, he couldn't tell the difference in my scent before, so maybe he won't be able to now, either.

I text him, Wake up princess, and rub useless circles around my clit while I wait for him to reply. It's a few minutes before he texts back asking what's wrong.

Nothing's wrong. Come fuck me. You said if I needed it you'd do it. Unless you're too tired, I tap out the reply and take off my shirt and panties.

Even if he doesn't want to fuck me right now I can't stand the feeling of the fabric touching my overly-hot skin. I don't get a reply for so long that I don't think I'll get one and I get up to go to the walk-in again. I have my hand on the doorknob when it turns and Jasper shoves me back inside the room.

“I've been waiting so long for you to need me again,” he says into my mouth between punishing kisses. He's all hands, touching me everywhere. I'm making the neediest sounds I've ever heard and rubbing against his body like a goddamned cat.

We're frantically going at each other and I don't remember ripping his boxers off, but suddenly I'm on my knees in front of him licking up his shaft and sighing in relief. I haven't paid much attention to his slick before now because I considered it taboo, something only for his alphas to enjoy; but now it's like I'm drawn to it. I can feel it dripping down his legs and I find myself jealous that they get to fuck him in a way I can't.

I slide my palms up the inside of his thighs and roll his balls in one hand, then use the other to follow the trail of slick to its source, making him gasp when my fingers brush against the opening between his cheeks.

He abruptly pulls me off of him to look down into my face, “I always need you,” I say breathlessly, “Always,” and I strain my tongue to get another taste of him. He grunts and lets me have what I want, but then he's pulling away again and I whine. I fucking whine.

I've never whined in my entire life, but I'm whining for Jasper. He starts a gently rolling growl and I whine again, my mouth wide open and searching and my eyes dark and pleading.

“The bed,” he barks and I start moving. “On your knees.”

I'm all too happy to comply.

I fall to my hands and knees on my small bed and look back over my shoulder to watch him stalk closer and climb up behind me. I lower myself onto my elbows and it takes a moment for me to register that I'm saying, “Please,” over and over again.

He doesn't tease me, he pushes his cock inside my aching cunt to the hilt until I feel his balls pressed against me, “Fuck, Talia. You're so hot inside. And wet, why are you so fucking wet? Jesus, it's so good.”

He's fucking me between words and all I can do is gasp and beg and cry out for him. His hips are snapping so hard now that I can hear our bodies slapping together wetly. He leans down over me and licks my shoulder as he pushes his fingers into my hair along my scalp, and when he yanks my head back on a thrust ,I scream for him. My back is bowed, my breasts are bouncing with every thrust of his hips and it isn't enough.

“Harder, please, Jasper. Harder,” I beg, and shove my hips back.

His snarling reply makes my needy pussy gush. The bed is banging against the wall violently, I hope nobody decides to come down and make sure we're alright. Jasper leans over me again and growls into my ear, “Beg quieter, if someone comes down here to see if I'm killing you I'll make you suck them off while I shove my cock in you.”

Jesus, fuck, I might actually want that. God, it would be so good to have one cock in my mouth and one in my pussy, filling me up like I need.

I'm whining again, and moaning, and he's fucking me so hard the bed is creaking and my phone falls off the nightstand. It's so good, but it isn't enough, I can't cum. Why can't I cum?

I almost sob when he stops moving. I think it's because he hears someone coming down the stairs, but that's not it. He uses his hands to push my ass cheeks apart, stretching me open, exposing me obscenely, “I'm going to make you cum so hard that you pass out. Are you ready, Talia?”

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