Chapter 9
9
BEN
I finish up in the shower, rinsing out the shampoo from my hair.
I ended up coming home a bit early so I could be here before Devyn came home from her date.
I’m proud of her for not bailing on Connor.
Whatever happened tonight, no matter what the outcome is, I need to be there for her.
Hopefully, it went well. The last thing I want to see is her coming home heartbroken, and I don’t want to have to use my detective skills to ruin Connor’s life.
River would jump at the chance, of course. He’s almost as protective of Devyn as I am, and with one call, Connor’s entire coffee franchise would crumble.
Hopefully, it won’t come to that.
I don’t even think Devyn realizes how many people love her besides me. Skylar’s pack is ready to defend her at any time, and April’s pack is powerful and influential enough to get anything done, no questions asked.
Tammy, April’s mother, sees her as another daughter.
I don’t know what it will take for Devyn to see it, though. I know how badly she wants a family.
She has it with me, and she finally is starting to believe it, at least.
The door unlocks just as I’m stepping out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around my waist.
“Dev?” I call, throwing on black sweatpants to greet her. “Is that you, babe?”
There’s the sound of her dropping her keys and purse on the kitchen counter, then hurried footsteps. The door to our bedroom bursts open, and a whirlwind of pink and blonde attacks me. Her lips crash against mine, and I let out a muffled oomph in surprise.
“I’m guessing it went well?” I chuckle against her lips, but her hungry eyes are staring at my chest as she runs her hands down my abs.
She’s panting, her beautiful face flushed and her lips swollen.
“It went well,” she breathes, kissing me again. “So well, Ben. It was so good?—”
“Damn,” I hiss against her lips. “You smell so sweet, Dev. You’re soaking wet, aren’t you?” I trace my fingers up her thigh and gather the slick that’s spilling from her panties. “Holy shit, baby. Fuck .”
“Need to come,” she chokes out. “Need it now.” She grips my cock, stroking it from underneath my sweatpants. “Need to ride you.”
“Anything you want,” I groan.
She’s not even in Heat but she’s insatiable.
I quickly undress, letting my cock spring free. I sit at the edge of the bed, and in a quick motion, pull her to me. “Sit on me, Dev. Make yourself come on me.”
She doesn’t even bother taking off her jean jacket. She lifts up her dress, and I push her pink panties to the side, catching a glimpse of her gorgeous cunt before she sinks down on me, resting on my lap with her thighs on either side of me. I slide all the way into her, her pussy warm, wet, and squeezing me gloriously.
“Ben,” she moans. “Ben, I’m close?—”
“ Yes , Dev. Come on. You don’t have to wait anymore.”
I push down her hips and thrust up at the same time, driving into her. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and her mouth falls open in pleasure.
It takes no time at all to make her come. She arches her back and squeezes me, her grip on my cock viselike as she chases her pleasure.
I kiss her, swallowing every sound she makes as I feel my balls tighten.
But this can’t end yet.
She did something brave today, and that warrants multiple orgasms.
She continues to move her hips, riding out her release, and I kiss her until her movements slow. I press our foreheads together, and she lets out a deep, slow breath.
“Now,” I murmur, flexing my cock inside her. “I want to hear all about it.”
She hums lazily, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “We went to dinner,” she says.
“Yeah?” I rock my hips slowly. “And he bought you those pretty flowers?”
She bites her lip. “Mm-hmm.”
“You’re dripping all over me, Dev, just from talking about it. You’re drenching us.”
Pleasure sweeps across her face as she closes her eyes, rocking back and forth on me.
I’m unbearably close, but I’ll be damned if she doesn’t come again.
“Tell me more about the date,” I demand. “Was he polite?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Baking, the café, you...” She moans softly and begins to bounce on me. I bury my face in her chest, licking her nipple through her dress and leaving a wet spot on the fabric.
“And you got wet for him, didn’t you?” My voice is gruff, my breathing erratic.
Thinking about Devyn being with an Alpha does something to me.
It always has. Even watching her be stuffed with knotting toys is enough to send me over the edge.
It’s never been like this with anyone else, but I’ve also never dated an Omega.
Devyn is meant to be treated like a princess, and if she wants a million Alphas to join her pack, I’m just happy to be a part of it.
“I was soaking wet for him,” she admits, and I groan.
“Did he kiss you?” I hiss, moving my hand to palm her ass. I squeeze each cheek, slapping and groping her while I thrust my hips up.
“Yes,” she moans. “He did.”
I bring my other hand to her mouth and extend two fingers. “Suck,” I order her, and she opens her mouth. I gather her saliva onto my fingers, pushing all the way back to her gag reflex, then remove them from her mouth. I move them underneath us, finding her second hole and pressing at the opening there.
Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she bounces on my cock. “Ben?—”
I slowly press each finger into her, stretching her ass.
“You want to take his cock in here?” I whisper, because apparently I’ve lost my goddamned mind.
Her eyes snap open in shock, then she’s coming again. Her ass clenches my fingers while her cunt strangles my cock, and I can’t hold back anymore.
My moan is as loud as hers as I empty my cum into her, pleasure coursing through my body.
When it’s over, she collapses on top of me, and I remove my fingers. I lie on the bed with her on top of me, breathing heavily.
“Oh, also,” she pants. “We have a group date, Friday night.”
“My brain isn’t working,” I mumble, closing my eyes. “What day again?”
I just had one of the biggest releases of my life, and I’m still seeing spots.
“Friday. We’re also meeting his partner, Ace.”
“Mm-hmm. That’s good.”
I’m not sure which one of us falls asleep first, but when I open my eyes again, I’m on my side facing Devyn. She’s on her side as well, changed into her pink pajamas and her face scrubbed clean of makeup.
The light is still on, and her eyes are glassy as she watches me.
“Ben?” Her voice is small, barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?”
She swallows. “I’m really, really scared.”
She doesn’t need to tell me what of, though.
Change. The risks that she’s imagining in her head.
Somehow ruining our dynamic.
Losing us .
“I know, baby,” I tell her gently.
I can’t guarantee that the date will go well, but there are other things I can promise her.
“We’re always going to be a family,” I tell her. “You and me, no matter what happens.”
Sometimes, she believes me, and other times, I can tell she’s trying to.
I can’t go back and change her past, as much as I may want to, but I can make sure she never has to relive those experiences.
No more group homes. No more sleeping in cars.
No more having to use a stranger’s hose to shower in the middle of the night.
Dev will always, always have me, even if she doesn’t believe me.
I’ll make sure there’s always a roof over her head and food in her stomach, and that she always has a soft, warm place to sleep.
A small smile shows on her face after my reassurance.
“I’m also excited,” she admits. “I think it will go well on Friday.”
“Of course it will,” I assure her. “This is a great thing you’re doing, baby.”
“Are you nervous at all?”
I roll onto my back and sigh, looking up at the ceiling.
“I am,” I admit. “A little. But it’s more for your sake, Dev.”
She mimics my position, then nudges my foot with hers. “Why?”
I swallow.
How much should I tell her?
I don’t want to put my insecurities on her, especially when she’s already wrapped up in her own worries.
But I recall my conversation with my cousin and decide to open up to her.
“I’m a Beta, Dev. There are certain things I can never do for you.” My voice trails off, and I fix my gaze on the ceiling, even though I can feel her looking at me.
“Yeah, but you’re Ben! No one else can ever be Ben.”
I chuckle. “I guess that’s true.”
She swings a leg over mine, then turns to place her head on my chest. “It would be weird if you purred,” she murmurs.
“Yeah?”
“Also, I need you to stay in control during my Heat. If you went all Alpha crazy, I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“I suppose.” I run my hand through her hair, playing with her golden curls. “I keep you from bouncing off the walls, so there’s that.”
“Yup. No one else can ever be Ben. I don’t need Alpha-Ben. I just need you.”
“A pack doesn’t hurt, though,” I remind her.
She yawns. “I know, but you’re just the way I want you. I wouldn’t change anything about you. I mean it.” She nuzzles into my chest, sighing contentedly.
I continue to stroke her hair long after she falls asleep. I don’t bother to get up and turn off the light. I just sink into my thoughts until I drift off to sleep, too.
Friday will be great.
Connor and I already get along; all that’s left is to meet his boyfriend.
What could go wrong?