12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Pierce
It is very good that the Omega tempered his handling of Dana. Very, very good. Seeing how easily he pulled her off balance in the ballroom, and now the surgical scarring on her hip and outer thigh, I'm actually impressed with my self control. The fact that he's an Omega, her Omega, is the only thing that saved him. There would have been an incident if someone else had put hurtful hands on her.
I don't think I can address the fading bruises on his body. He doesn't have any marks on his neck that would signify a bond, but he has plenty of them everywhere else. If I'm this bothered by the marks, I can only imagine what Dana must be feeling.
All this time, I've been looking for an Omega. All these years. It never occurred to me to look for an Alpha. Not once. That's my own fault, I suppose. I grew up with the belief that I would one day find my perfect Omega and would start my perfect life with them. I simply wasn't looking at Alphas. It's definitely my own fault. But really, all the clubs and things don't really push the idea of mating with Alphas. It's all Omega, all the time.
I've been avoiding thinking about the clubs. The clubs are toxic. I only go to them if I really can't go on without relief when I go into rut. I stayed away from them for my last two ruts, but I don't think I'll be able to go without relieve during my next one. And now, I won't have to. I won't have to suffer or go into a club full of Omegas who don't really want me. They just want, and they keep wanting. Just blind want.
I need someone to want me. I need someone to see me and want me because of who I am, not because of my money or my knot. Now I have an Alpha. And she has an Omega. I don't know if that means Beckett will eventually be my Omega as well, but we can deal with that when he isn't in heat.
This isn't a small room, but Beckett's scent is taking up most of the space in it. He smells like wood. Not firewood, or burning wood. His scent is reminiscent of the wood used for good furniture. Sturdy. It suits him, and compliments Dana's scent beautifully. It's an odd thing that I'm not more affected by his scent. I know it's just begun, but he's still an Omega in heat and his scent should be affecting me more than it is. It's appealing, obviously; but I don't feel the need to have him for myself. I am far more interested in the effect it's having on my Alpha.
She has exquisite control. I've seen Alphas lose their minds when their Omega is in heat, but she's calmly watching him create the nest he needs. Female Omegas make nests for themselves, but male Omegas build nests for their Alpha. I've never seen it. The Omegas at the clubs didn't really nest. They weren't there for that, and I probably wouldn't have noticed if they were because I wasn't there to roll around in nests.
Dana goes to sit in the chair at the desk across from the bed. She looks like a queen perched on a throne to observe her subjects. She smiles softly at Beckett and nods every time he stops tucking and arranging things to look over his shoulder at her. He finally straightens and takes a step back from his nest, tilting and scratching his head.
“What's missing?” Dana gently asks.
“I think … I need ...” he trails off, closing his eyes. Then he turns toward me. “Give me something. It's for her. This is going to be so fucking strange. You're not mine.”
“Why?” Dana asks.
He looks at her, his brows furrowed as he explains. “He's not mine. I'm not his. There's no reason for me to put anything of his into my nest. But he's yours. He's going to be yours as much as you're going to be mine. I can't do anything about that, but since he's your Valla, I need to put something of his in the nest. For you. I don't think I like it.”
“Don't do it, then.” She shrugs. “If you don't like it, don't do it. We've only just met. We'll have time to work it out later.”
“No,” Beckett insists. “No. You need it. I'll be fine.” Then he shakes his head as if to clear it and pads across the carpet to stand in front of her. “Are you ready, Alpha?”
“I hope so,” Dana replies, smiling up at him.
Beckett looks over at me where I'm still standing. “What will you do?”
I shrug. “What are you comfortable with?”
He looks back down at Dana. “What are you comfortable with?”
“I don't know, honestly. I've never been in this situation. Let's just go slow and see what happens.” Then she looks at me. “Don't come into the nest unless Beckett invites you. You might be a Valla, but I've hidden weapons all over this room. I will shoot you, and I haven't known you long enough to mourn you.”
She narrows her eyes at the slow smile that stretches my lips. “I won't come too close, but I'm not leaving.” I lean my shoulder against the wall and cross my arms. “I'll stay over here,” I say, smirking. “And watch.”
“Yes,” Beckett, agrees flatly. “You will.” He bends and scoops Dana up off the chair to carry her to the bed.
Jealousy flickers for a brief moment, but dissipates quickly. He's more likely to ask me into the nest than he is to keep me out of it.
He places her down gently instead of dropping her. “I'll be as careful as I can.” He lowers himself to the bed, putting a knee on the mattress between her thighs. “I promise.”
Dana lays back on the bed and reaches for him and he goes to her, straddling one of her thighs and kissing her again. I watch them. I watch his hands move across her body, touching all the places that belong to me. Soft skin. Full breasts. Pale nipples. Smooth thighs. Touching and kissing, pulling soft sounds from her as she arches up to meet his fingertips.
His mouth moves down her neck and between her breasts, and she cups the back of his head to encourage him. She gasps, dropping her head back as he takes her nipple into his mouth. “That's good, Beckett. I like that.” Her voice has dropped to a husky tone and I love it. I can't wait to hear what she sounds like when she cums.
Beckett purrs at the praise and moves to the other nipple. He slowly thrusts against her and she lifts her knee to hitch over his hip, urging him to keep going. I've never been much of a voyeur. I enjoy a good show as much as anyone, but I would much rather be involved than just watch. This may change that, regardless of the jealousy that keeps flickering with every sound either of them makes. Dana quietly told me he might go for three days. I can't sit here for three days and watch them fuck. Not without relief. Relief that I doubt will come, not unless I'm invited to join them.
Becket slithers down to lay between her legs, and another flare of jealousy licks up my spine. He's going to do all the things I want to do before I get to do them, and all I can do is watch. He gently pushes her thighs apart and lowers his head to lick up the center of her, and that flare of jealousy turns into a roaring flame when I hear his muffled groan.
Dana groans, too. His name is a rough plea on her lips, and my jealousy soars. I can't be angry. It would be inappropriate. What is she supposed to do? Ignore her Omega? No. But I am her Valla. I have a right to jealousy, and to her. As soon as Beckett's heat lifts, I'm putting my mark on her. I'll drag her out of that nest and sink my teeth deep to create our bond, regardless of anything else.
My cock grows harder with every sound and scent. I can't sit here and quietly watch for three days. I'll go insane.
“Off,” Dana says, tugging at Beckett's boxers. “You need to be touched.”
“Yes,” he sighs, and raises to his knees to slide them off.
Their combined, highly-aroused scents assault me as they shift around on the bed. Beckett stays on his knees between Dana's legs, looking down at her and gripping his cock. “I can't wait much longer. I need to fuck you. I need your lock.”
Dana spreads her thighs wide and reaches for him. “You don't have to wait.”
“Will you mark him?” I ask her, and her head slowly turns toward me.
Her eyes have lost their color, the feral look in them completely at odds with the calm control she's displaying. “Yes,” she answers. “If you have a problem with that, you can leave.”
I suddenly can't wait to see it happen. I want to watch her push her Omega over the edge into bliss. It's going to make me that much more eager to do the same to her. “I'm not going anywhere. You take care of your Omega however you need to. I am content to wait my turn.” I laugh at the fragility of that claim. “Mostly content,” I correct.
She blinks at me then returns her attention to Beckett.
“You'll mark me?” he asks, staring down at her. “Now?”
“Before your heat lifts, Beckett, you will wear my mark,” she declares. “Everyone will see it and know that you belong to me.”
And as soon as his heat lifts, he can watch me mark her the exact same way.