Page 70 of The Beta: Part One

The pliant Jasper that takes everything the others give him isn't in there, either. The Jasper in that room forcing his cock into Talia with such intensity is new, and I fucking love it. He's the predator, and she's the prey; and they're so beautiful and perfect together that I feel what might be a twinge of jealousy.

Then he reaches down and uses her hair to pull her up, he tells her to play with her clit and my eyes become glued to her bouncing and swaying breasts. This is the first time I've actually missed a female body, watching her breasts move on that screen. My erection throbs almost painfully and I jerk myself faster, harder.

I want to cum when they do, but I don't know if I can wait. Jasper lets go of her hair and he delivers another swat to her ass when she doesn't do what he says fast enough. Then he says something that throws all of us over the edge, “Next time it's going to be my cock in your ass.”

Talia's face twists in the tortured pleasure of her orgasm, and I cum to the sight and sound of Jasper snarling as he drives his cock into her one last time before he releases inside of her.

They both collapse into a heap and settle with him cradled between her legs and his head on her chest, her fingers idly running through the damp curls on his head.

“Who texted you?” Jasper asks, his voice a satisfied purr.

“Nathan put in a menu request,” she says, and it's technically the truth.

He mumbles against her breast and I make out the words nap and dinner. The last thing I see before minimizing the program window is her waving at the camera with one finger.

A few days later Kaleb gets another text, one that we can't avoid telling Devon and Trent about. It's a picture of Talia stretched across a metal exam table with her raw and bloody wrists tied above her head with coarse rope. Her face is bruised and swollen and she's got marks and pools of what must be semen on her body.

That's all bad enough, but what lets us know that it's a threat is the text that follows, This is what forced submission looks like on your little beta. What do you think it will look like on your omega?

To say Devon is angry is a severe understatement. He is pacing the kitchen and the stench of a seething rage is taking over the air in the room. Trent is quiet, but no less angry; his already dark eyes are nearly black and a low, dangerous growl is vibrating in his chest.

“We didn't want to say anything about the first set of pictures because I wanted to give Nathan a chance to find a source, and they weren't a direct threat,” Kaleb explains.

Devon snarls at him and keeps pacing.

After a minute, Kaleb asks, “Do we tell her? Do we show Jasper?”

I wish we didn't have to do either of those things, but I know it's unavoidable. “We'll tell Talia. She's the one in the pictures. Jasper doesn't need to see them,” Devon says a little too calmly, “Ever.”

All I can do is nod.

“I'll get her,'' Kaleb says, and leaves the room.

A few minutes later he returns with Talia following behind him, her face pale and drawn. Devon doesn't drag it out, he takes Kaleb's phone from the table and hands it to Talia, telling her to look at it.

I watch her turn a sickening gray-green color and she scrolls through the texts and the pictures from the email. She puts the phone back on the table and stands there barely breathing, not looking at any of us.

“That's a threat,” Devon says to her, and her eyes snap up to his and fill with tears. I've never seen her cry, and the sight of it might rip my heart out.

She blinks them back and takes a shuddering breath, “I understand,” she says so softly I almost don't hear her. Then she walks downstairs.

When she comes back up she's carrying her things, her bag, her gun cases, her boots, and the blanket she took from Jasper's bed. I shoot Devon a look, but he doesn't return it.

He opens the door for her.

“I'm keeping this blanket,” she says, her voice trembling, “And I'll be right back in to say goodbye.”

She leaves and then we're all looking at Devon for an explanation. He gives each of us a hard look and says, “After the auction,I told her if Jasper was ever at risk because of her she had to go. She agreed.”

My stomach drops. Jasper is going to be devastated if she leaves.

“Devon, come on,” I say, but his glare stops my words in my throat.

“We didn't want her here in the first place, and now whoever did that shit to her is coming for Jasper. She can't be here if it puts him at risk. We can't lose him. I can't lose him,” he says flatly.

“But what about Jasper? He's losing her, Devon,” I reason, but there's no point.

None of the others are fighting for her, only Kaleb looks as sick and distraught as I feel.

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