Chapter Eleven – Dulcie #2
Omegas don’t often have beta mates. Really, as far as I know, omegas only have beta mates when their alpha packs already include them in their number.
More often than not, betas end up with other betas, and they typically don’t end up in packs like this.
Packs with more than two members are an alpha/omega thing.
But Lev is… more than nice, really. He’s kind and warm, and those dimples on his cheeks do something to me. His scent might not be as strong as Redd’s or Monroe’s, but it’s still something I can close my eyes and revel in. Bergamot with just a hint of cherries, a unique scent that pulls me in.
“This stuff is actually pretty entertaining,” Lev admits.
“I never really watched any of this stuff before—I’m mainly a movie guy—but the drama is top-notch.
I can see why you like it so much.” He’s the only one out of the guys who’d admit something like that to me, and that’s what endears him the most to me.
He’s truthful and he’s not afraid to be himself. I honestly don’t think he has a single bad bone in his body.
“We didn’t have any streaming services at N.O.A.
,” I tell him, leaning my cheek on his shoulder.
“It is fun to watch, even though half of it’s probably staged.
” I shrug, not really caring either way.
Entertainment is entertainment, and when said entertainment comes with the goal of a happy ending when it deals with omegas and their mates, you can’t help but wish for the people on the screen to get their happy ending.
Even if, somehow, those happy endings never seem to last.
“You think it’s staged?” he asks, sounding genuinely curious.
“I think some of it is, yeah. Like the dates when they’re out of the villa, and the close-up interviews. I do wonder what it’s really like, though. How close any of that is to reality.”
“Us normal folk can only imagine,” he deadpans, shooting me a dimpled smile.
I lift my head off his shoulder and gently touch his cheek, near his dimple. “I love your dimples, Lev. I think they’re adorable.” My words make the dimples on his face deepen, which in turn makes me grin right back.
“You know, I’m probably the only one here who’d be happy to be called adorable. Redd and Monroe? Don’t think they’d like it so much.”
“Then it’s a good thing it’s just you and me, huh?
” And it’s crazy to me how comfortable I feel with him.
Though we’ve gotten to know each other a bit since we first met, I don’t know everything there is to know about the beta, and he doesn’t know everything there is to know about me, either.
There’s still so much left to learn and discover, and knowing we have a lifetime to do it makes me content in a way nothing else could.
Lev turns his body so he’s facing me on the couch rather than the TV mounted on the wall. “The two alphas do seem to want to monopolize your time,” he says, though he doesn’t sound bitter in the slightest. “I can’t blame them. I mean… look at you: gorgeous even when you’re wearing sweats.”
It’s true, I’m wearing baggy, comfy clothes right now. His compliment makes me blush, and I bite my lip and look away as my heart speeds up in my chest. A single compliment can make me lose it with these guys.
“You probably haven’t been told that enough in your life,” he goes on. “So let me say it again: you’re gorgeous. You’re beautiful. You’re freaking stunning, Dulcie. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Stop,” I whisper, slow in meeting his hazel eyes.
He doesn’t stop, though. He keeps going.
“How can I stop when it’s true? You might not believe it yet, but I’ll say it to you every day until you do—and even after that, I’ll keep reminding you.
You’re amazing, inside and out. We don’t deserve you.
” Just based on the way he says that last part, he means it.
In his heart of hearts, he means every single word.
The beta’s not just blowing smoke up my ass; he’s being painfully genuine.
And I love him for it.
Love. That word hits me like a brick. I don’t know that I’m in love with them quite yet, but I do think I’m falling. How silly is that?
“Lev,” I whisper, but all I can get out is his name. Everything else gets caught in the back of my throat, and not in a bad way. More like an everything wants to come out at once way.
“I love the way you say my name,” he whispers back, lifting a hand and sweeping some of my hair behind an ear. His fingertips graze my cheekbones in the process, sending tiny electric zaps zipping along my skin. “Can I tell you something?”
All I can do is nod.
“I’m dying to kiss you right now.” The way he says it, so softly, sends a shiver down my spine, and the way he stares at me so intently, patiently waiting to see my reaction, makes me melt into him.
“Then kiss me,” I whisper. I’d be lying if I say I haven’t thought about it.
Of course I have. I thought about kissing him long before thoughts of him and Redd together filled my brain today.
I kissed Redd and Monroe, did more than that with each of them, but with the beta, things have moved slower.
Not that I’m complaining, but… I would like to know how his mouth feels on mine.
The smile that spreads on his face after I say that is a slow one, and those dimples? Those dimples reappear, and my heart flutters as his face draws near. My eyelids close the moment his face becomes too close to focus on, and seconds later, his lips are on mine.
Kissing Lev isn’t like kissing either of the alphas. It’s sweet and gentle, warm in all the right ways, with no rough edges about it. The kind of kiss you could easily lose yourself in. His hand finds the back of my head, angling me how he wants, and the kiss deepens in the best way.
A soft moan escapes me, and Lev responds by pulling me onto his lap, his mouth never leaving mine.
His other hand roams along my back, bunching up my shirt, and his fingertips eventually find the skin on my lower back.
The moment he touches me there, I have to pull my mouth off his and pant.
It’s too much all at once, too many sensations at war with each other, all while I try to kiss him back.
He stares at me with half-lidded eyes. “Your lips are so soft,” he murmurs. “I could kiss you all day.”
My breath catches at his declaration. I want to tell him that kissing him is just as nice, that his lips are the right kind of gentle, but no words come. All I can do is wait until he decides to bring his mouth to mine again.
I don’t have to wait long. Lev’s mouth presses against mine once more as we both close our eyes and lose ourselves in the embrace.
It’s a slower start, with more of a countdown than it was with the alphas, but that’s not a bad thing.
There’s something to say about taking it nice and slow—something nice about not leaking slick ten seconds after starting a make-out session.
Not that there’s anything wrong with slick. It’s natural, as much as I hate to admit it. The alphas bring it out of me. But with Lev, I can truly focus on him, on every single way my body reacts to his, not just the leaking of slick between my legs.
I feel so light, so in control. It’s a welcome change, honestly.
Not immediately losing my mind means we can move slower, we can really get into it with each other.
Taking our time might be torture when it comes to the alphas and me, but with Lev?
Slow and steady wins this particular race every single time.
“You’re so addicting,” Lev murmurs against my lips, dragging his mouth to my neck, just above my scent gland. The area is tender, sensitive to the extreme, and the very second his lips graze that spot, I mewl like a cat in heat. His mouth returns to mine.
I don’t know how long we’re there, on the couch, getting lost in each other, but it must be a while.
My heart pounds like a maniac in my chest, while my skin is on fire.
My thoughts turn to the gutter, and I’m so turned on, so desperate, that after a while, that familiar feeling of leaking slick between my thighs surfaces.
He labors to pull his mouth off mine. I’m not the only one who’s panting.
He’s as out of breath as I am as he stares deep into my eyes.
“You smell so good,” he praises me, “so freaking good—” I’m still on his lap, his arms still around me, and based on how tightly he holds them around me, he doesn’t plan on letting me go anytime soon.
And you know what? I’m more than okay with that. So what if there’s a little slick now? So what if said slick dampens my sweats and even his pants? I don’t think he’ll complain.
Lev’s mouth collides with mine again, and at that exact moment, the two alphas return from their trip to the gym.
Lev and I are sluggish in disentangling our lips from each other as Redd and Monroe come inside.
Each alpha has a gym bag slung over his shoulder, probably with their sweaty workout clothes stuffed inside.
Looks like they’re freshly showered, their hair a bit damp.
And their muscles? Their muscles are bulging, at least the ones on their arms and upper chest.
The moment they enter the apartment, it’s clear I’ve filled the room with my scent. Both alphas turn their noses high into the air and inhale deeply as they drop their bags and lock the apartment door. Their gazes zero in on me and Lev on the couch instantly.
Monroe is the first to move toward us, followed shortly by Redd.
The former says, “Well, it’s nice to see you two getting along.
” There’s an undertone to his words; getting along isn’t exactly how I’d describe what’s happening here.
He sits on the couch to our left, which leaves a vacant spot to our right, where I was before Lev pulled me onto his lap.
Redd sits there, a devious half-smirk on his face as he studies Lev’s and my positions. “Don’t stop on our account.” That half-smirk breaks into a full-blow grin when he says that, and it tells me he’s more than okay with watching.
I suppose he would have to be, same with Monroe. When you share an omega, odds are you’re going to watch your packmates with your omega sooner or later.
Lev meets my eyes. “Well? What do you want to do, Dulcie? We could keep going and give the alphas a bit of a show, or we could leave them high and dry. I’m okay with whatever you want to do.” As he says this, of course, he shifts his lap beneath me, and I feel the telltale bulge of something hard.
He’s not the only one with a hard-on, though. The moment Monroe and Redd smelled my slick in the air, it was like their dicks sprang to life. I think the two alphas were rock-hard by the time they sat down on the couch.
“Let’s keep going,” I say. The last thing I want to do is stop. Even if we have an audience… even if said audience decides to join in, I mean, that’s what a pack is for, right? Group fun time is kind of expected.
And after everything, I’m totally on board with it.
Lev’s chest hums with approval, and he leans forward to catch my mouth with his.
This time, knowing we have an audience, things are more heated, more desperate and eager.
It’s more about putting on a show than the quiet exploration of each other’s mouth.
I wrap my arms around the beta’s head, clinging to him as I part my lips and deepen the kiss.
I hear Redd shudder beside us, and Monroe shifts his weight. My eyes are closed, so I don’t know what either of them are doing, but if I have to guess, I’d say there are only a few things in particular either alpha could be doing while watching.
I really want to drive the two alphas crazy, so I pull my mouth off Lev’s to take off my shirt and drop it to the floor behind us. The beta is eager to help me out of my bra. After a few seconds, that comes off too, and just like that I’m topless while straddling him.
The way Lev takes in my topless form makes me squirm.
It’s like he’s never seen anything before that moment, like the beta had been blind his entire life up until today.
He takes in the way my chest heaves, how my nipples harden into points from the sudden cool air.
It’s something I wouldn’t mind getting used to, the way he’s looking at me.
Heck, the way they all look at me, like I’m their world.
And maybe that’s exactly what I am. A strange thing for an omega like me to think, an even stranger thing for someone like me to believe.
I could be their everything. I… am their everything. For a girl who used to crave nothing more than being invisible, being someone’s everything was never on my bucket list, but now that I’m getting a taste of what it’s like, I never want that feeling to end.
I want this. I want them. All of them. And so, as Lev takes in my naked top half, I muster up the courage to say, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” And, just so they know they’re included, I toss a glance at both alphas.
Yes. Let’s do it. There’s no point in waiting. I want this. As frightening as it is, I want this, want them, so damn badly I can hardly think straight.
Time to see how these three work as a team.