Page 60 of In Control

Finally, he rolls me back, still seated on his cock, and sweeps damp hair from my face. Unlike his alphas, his cock is softening.

“What’s it like,” I ask him, “to be knotted?”

He eyes me with suspicion. “Why do you ask? You want to try it?”

I scoff. “I’m a beta.”

He captures a bead of sweat rolling down my chest on his tongue and sweeps it away. “There are ways to train a beta to take an alpha’s knot.”

I stare at him. “Are you insane?”

He glances up at me. “What, sweetie pie? You think you were the first beta that ever got curious?”

“No, but it sounds … dangerous.”

“I wouldn’t know.” He traces the line of a love bite Liam left on my neck last night. “A knot is mind blowing, Sophia. Fucking mind blowing. It’s like …” his green eyes swivel around as he searches for the words, “oh fuck, I’m bad at words. I could probably show you much better in a modern dance interpretation.” He laughs and tries again. “It’s like being ripped apart, completely and truly destroyed, until there’s nothing left of you, and then slowly, carefully, rebuilt, every single molecule. It’s like being reborn.”

“Shit,” I laugh, “that sounds intense.”

“It is. It’s the best orgasm ever.”

“No wonder you omegas go gaga for it.”

“I don’t know if it would be the same for a beta though.”

Involuntarily, we both peer down at his lap and I shudder.

“You don’t fancy that, huh?” he leans in to whisper in my ear. “How about the double d?”

“Hmmmm.”

He chuckles. “Is that a yes?”

“It could be.”

He chuckles harder, flipping me onto my back and caging me with his arms. “Enough teasing me. Time to get up. Go get a shower.”

“If you join me.”

“Fuck,” he shakes his head. “Your appetite is nearly as big as mine.”

13

Roman

I promisedto drive Gabe to his performance this evening, but it takes me all fucking day to track him down. He didn’t come home last night and neither did Liam, plus he’s not answering his phone. My anxiety levels are spiking and the only thing preventing me from tearing through this city in search of him, is the flutters of happiness I keep catching through our bond. Not just normal Gabriel contentment, off-the-charts excitable happiness. It tastes like giddiness and rapture. I wonder what the hell he is doing and who he’s doing it with.

It’s in strong contrast to the tension that’s been plaguing our house. Tension that’s finally coming gushing to the surface. It’s why I’m working late more than I need to, working clients’ cases longer than I have to. But even when I’m out of the house, I can still feel that tension vibrating through our bond.

When we first mated, those bonds were always open. We couldn’t get enough of each other, feeding off one another’s emotions, good and bad. The tiniest inkling that my omega was unhappy, I’d be rushing home to make it right. These days our shields are raised more often than they’re down. It’s for the best. I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of my packmates being with someone outside the pack. Unlike the others, I’ve never wanted that. I always like it best when it’s just the four of us, focussing on one another, wallowing in each other.

A spike of jealousy sears in my chest. Whoever is making Gabe feel this way isn’t one of us. One of the alphas. I don’t think we’ve made him feel like this for a long time.

I’ve tried, but he’s been so distant since everything went wrong. As for Esra, he blames himself and anyone can see things have shifted between him and our omega. Liam just bundles on as always, unaware.

And now things are even worse.

I’ve hardly seen Esra since Sunday morning. I’m not sure if he’s even been at home to sleep. Liam and Gabriel insist he’ll come around, that, in Gabriel’s words, “he’ll get over his temper tantrum and calm the fuck down”. Neither of them are prepared to back down about the girl.

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