Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
BELLE
I can feel him staring at me, but I don't know if it's because my father just broke my heart with his words, for the billionth time, or he's just another alpha looking for an omega.
Sighing, I grab my Kindle and try to read the book Dotty recommended. It's a spicy holiday novella which is perfect for the season.
We should be boarding soon, but as I glance out the huge window, all I can see is snow.
Shouldn't there be a plane? Grabbing my phone, I check the flight app and groan. Shit! We've been delayed two hours.
My father is going to throw another fit, and I don't want to listen to him berate me. Deciding not to tell him, I reach for my bag and stuff my things back inside.
If I'm going to be sitting here a while then I need something to eat. Looking around, I avoid the group of alphas across from me and purposely go around them as I stand and walk down the hall.
I can hear them whispering about something, but it's not my business. Passing the bathroom again, I decide to stop and wash my hands.
I'm itchy for some reason, and the cool water helps to calm my nerves. After splashing a little on my face and the back of my neck, I try to smile at my reflection.
I'm on edge after that call with my dad. I haven't seen Paul in a long time, and the last time I did, it wasn't good.
I don't understand why he's even in contact with my family. They never even liked him when we were dating.
He wasn't good enough. I never cared that he came from a poor family. I fell for the sweet notes he would leave in my locker and the way he would listen for hours as I talked.
He was more than my first boyfriend. He was my best friend. Until that night…
Shaking my head, I take a few deep breaths, grab my bag, and leave the bathroom once more.
I don't know why I always find myself in a restroom when I need a moment to cool my nerves.
Opening the door, I turn left, running into a hard chest. Dropping my bag, I place my palms against their coat, gripping it tight.
“I am so sorry,” I gasp, lifting my eyes to the man in front of me.
His lips are pursed and his eyebrows furrowed. He doesn't say anything, and this is awkward.
Removing my hands, I begin to wipe off my touch, sliding along his coat, brushing off nothing.
It's a nervous habit of mine, and at least this time I didn't dump a drink on an unexpecting stranger's lap.
I'll never forget my trying to help clean up the tea, and the man's cheeks turning red as he became affected by my touch.
I have always been a little clumsy.
“Stop,” he barks, and I freeze. My eyes widening at his tone. Damn.
Stepping away from him, I bend down and grab my bag at the same time he lowers.
“Fuck,” he grunts as our heads slam into each other. Ugh, just what I needed. My head swims, and my eyes water.
Blinking a few times, I don't fight him as he grabs my arm and helps me to my feet.
“Shit, are you okay?”
I think I nod as he leads me to a seat and helps me sit down.
“What the hell happened?” a man says, and I sigh.
“We knocked our heads together. Can you grab my other pair of glasses from the side pocket of my backpack? These snapped,” the guy I hit says.
Shoot. I'll have to offer to replace his lenses.
When my head stops spinning, I open my eyes, squinting at the bright fluorescent lights.
“I'm really sorry,” I mumble, pressing my fingers against my forehead, and I wince. “That's going to bruise.”
“Angel just went to get some ice,” the new man says, handing my victim his new pair of glasses.
“Thanks. He doesn't need to go to that much trouble though. I'll be fine. Not the first time I've almost concussed myself,” I say with a small laugh.
Both men turn to look at me with frowns on their undeniably handsome faces. I squirm, crossing my legs as my panties become even wetter.
“Right. Well even so, my mother wouldn't approve of me not helping a woman in need,” the man says.
“Um, okay, well I'm Belle,” I say, offering my hand.
“Tate,” he replies, giving me a quick shake before looking over his shoulder. The man in the leather coat is walking over toward us.
“I'm Beckett,” the man beside me mumbles, and I turn to look at him. He has the bluest eyes and messy hazel hair. His forehead has a red mark, and I wince.
“Hi.” I smile, then wave my hand at his head. “I really am a klutz. Are you okay? And please let me pay for your glasses.”
He stares at me for a few seconds, not saying anything, and I'm starting to think he doesn't like me much.
I should probably just go before I cause anymore drama. “Okay, then. If you change your mind let me know,” I mutter.
Standing, I take the small, blue ice pack from the man in the leather coat, then leave them, moving back to my corner.
My stomach grumbles, and I groan. I never did get something to eat.
TATE
“Want to tell me what that was all about?” I ask Beck as he watches Belle move over to the corner.
He looks almost sad with every step she takes away from us.
“Baby, what's wrong?” I sit beside him and take his hand. Sighing, he leans his head against my shoulder.
I rub my thumb against his knuckles. He seems down. He hasn't acted this way in a very long time. Maybe the stress of the tour is getting to him.
“It's nothing… I just thought…” Lifting off my shoulder he shakes his head, rubbing against me, and I purr. I kiss the mark on his head, and he gives me a small smile.
Angel hands him an ice pack, and he laughs. “Hard to think that little beta almost took your ass out,” he says with a grin, and I chuckle.
“Omega. She’s an omega,” Beck mumbles, and I give him another look. “You guys are on blockers, remember.”
“Shit, sometimes I forget. Are you sure you’re okay?” He nods, then looks off.
Angel plops down next to me with a groan, closing his eyes for a moment. I can't blame him. I'm exhausted too.
My phone buzzes, and I check the app for our flight.
“Looks like we have a delay. Should we go back to the VIP area and chill there?” I suggest, and Beck looks over toward the corner again.
“Did you want to invite Belle?” I look over to the blonde omega once more and take her in.
She looks harmless enough, I guess. At least she hasn't started to squeal or fangirl. Though maybe the knock to her head distracted her from our awesomeness.
He shakes his head, then stands and grabs his stuff.
“No, let's just go. We have some files to go through, and I need to email your dad back, so this gives us time to do that,” he says with a sigh.
He looks as exhausted as I feel, and I wish I could just tell my dad to fuck right off. He's become unbearable all of a sudden, and I don't know why.
Like I get it, in the beginning we partied hard on tour and got into some trouble with the media, but that was a few years ago. Lately we just chill at home.
And I wasn't lying about wanting a kid. I do. I always saw myself as a dad. I just don't want the drama of an omega. I've been burned once before.
No thank you. Never again. Angel hands me my duffle bag, and I slip the strap over my shoulder.
Beck begins to walk down the hall back to the elevators, and I follow him. Angel grabs my arm, and nods toward the pizza place that's still open.
“You guys get whatever, but I'm going to stop here. I'll meet you at the VIP room in a bit.”
“Sounds good. Grab a thing of garlic knots if they have them,” I tell him, and he grunts, walking off.
“It's so weird not having Ken and Rich here,” I mutter aloud and shake my head.
The airport is kinda deserted at this hour, but I'm still waiting for a group of crazed fans to pop out of nowhere and attack us.
We gave our driver the weekend off until he has to drive to LA, and the label thought having our bodyguard, Rich, traveling with us would bring more attention our way.
He's already in LA and is supposed to be picking us up when our flight touches down.
We have the weekend to rest, then three interviews with a few talk shows and a photo shoot.
The job never ends, but I love it. Having my fans sing back the lyrics I write with the man that I love will never grow old.
It would be even better if I could get him on stage, performing with me, but I understand he doesn't want the attention.
Even though his voice makes me rock hard, and my knot swell.
His mental health is more important, and I would never jeopardize that.
“Where did Angel go?” Beck asks as I stop at the elevator.
“He wanted pizza. I say we drop off our stuff in the room, then go search for something to eat. I want something warm. Maybe meatloaf and potatoes or pasta?”
“Yes, and something sweet. I think there is a Cheesecake Factory downstairs. They might be closed now though.”
The elevator dings and a stewardess exits. She gives me a flirty smile, and I smirk back.
I'm not interested in her at all, but we always have to be on point with our expressions. Never know who's watching or recording.
A friend of ours is in deep water with his fans. He was rude to a group of young girls, and caused one to cry. It was a set up on their end, but it doesn't matter - perception is everything these days.
“Are you gentlemen headed to the VIP lounge?” she coos, and Beck ever the professional steps in front of me and gives her his attention.
Pushing his glasses back up his nose with his pointer finger, he gives her a smile.
“Yes, we have a delay, it seems, so we are going to relax for a while. We'd appreciate it if we weren't bothered.”
“Oh, yes, of course. But if you need anything at all please come find me. I'm Rissa, and I'll be at gate seven. We are here to serve you… In any way, Mr. Baron.”
We wait until she continues down the hall, then step into the elevator and head to the lounge.
Yawning, I step into Beck's arms and rest my head on his shoulder as he runs his fingers through my hair.
“Keep that up, and I'll be pressing the Emergency Stop button and taking your ass right here,” I growl, and he shudders, gripping my hair tight, yanking.
Fuck it. Pulling away from him, I grab his throat gently and bring his lips to mine. “Tate,” he groans and my cock throbs. It’s been too long since I’ve had him, and he seems just as keyed up as me.
Kissing me harder, he moves me backwards until my spine hits the buttons. Oh right.
Reaching behind me I feel for the big red knob, then yank it, bringing the elevator to a stop.
The phone rings next, and I groan. Beck steps away giving me a moment to catch my breath as he begins to strip off his layers.
Turning, I grab the phone and answer it.
“ Is everything okay? We got an alert that the elevator stopped.”
“I will give you ten-thousand dollars if you ignore the alert and give me thirty minutes,” I mutter.
Beck bites his bottom lip and moves his hand slowly along his abs, stopping at the waistband of his joggers.
His cock is hard and not bashful through the thin fabric.
A whimper slips up my throat, but I swallow it down.
“Happy holidays, Sir. You won't be bothered, and the cameras in that particular lift seem to be on the fritz.”
The call drops and I groan, placing the phone back on the receiver. Shit. I didn’t even consider this was monitored. I’ll have to make sure to get any copies of the footage before the camera was shut off.
Not that the world doesn’t know that Beck and I are together, but that’s another thing my father will throw a fit about.
“Thirty minutes, huh?” Beck says, moving closer to me.
Laughing, I give him a smirk, then grip his hips and bring his lips back to mine but not adding pressure.
“This will be quick, baby, but I've always wanted to join the Mile High Club.”
Beck groans and kisses me hard as his hands roam my body, removing my coat and slipping under my shirt.
Fuck, I seriously need him right now. Moving my mouth, I kiss and nip along his jaw until I can whisper in his ear.
“We can make that happen the next time we take a private flight. Now turn around and grip the railing. Show me how much you want your alpha's cock in that tight little hole.”
“Tate,” he grunts, pressing his nails into the flesh of my back and grinding his cock against mine.
“Now,” I bark and he laughs, moving away and turning to face the wall.
Grabbing the railing, he arches toward me, and I take in the gorgeous view of his inked back.
We all have tattoos, but Beck's are hot as hell. He always dresses so prim and proper.
No one would know he's a closet pain slut with a penchant for needles. “Damn, look at you,” I coo, gripping my cock through my jeans.
My knot aches, and I wish we had time to be locked together. The first time I knotted him I nearly blacked out.
I've never taken a knot, though we have tried. My ass is too tight, and he's thick as hell.
“Please, Alpha,” he whines, and I have to take a deep breath to contain myself. I love it when he calls me that.
“Touch yourself, baby. Grip that knot and squeeze it tight as I take this little hole,” I say, moving closer and unbuttoning my jeans.
Taking my cock out, I give it a few strokes as he groans at the pleasure I'm allowing him.
“That's it. You're such a good boy for me.”
“Fuck, Tate, seriously, I need to come. Please, Alpha, fuck me.”
Leaning over him, I kiss the back of his neck and wish I could sink my teeth into his skin.
We've talked about it before, but now isn't the time. Trailing my lips further south, I kiss along his spine, pushing his joggers down, and rub the tip of my cock against his tight little hole.
Groaning, he squirms, pressing back on me. “God, look at how much you want your alpha's cock.”
I release a deep growl as I spit on my shaft and work it to my tip. “We don’t have time to prep you, baby, but we know you like a little pain with your pleasure. Be a good boy and take it.”
As I push forward, he bears down, letting me slip the tip inside. Fuck, he feels like Heaven.
Moaning, he clenches for me, and I grunt.
The way his ass wants to swallow me whole makes my knees weak. Taking my hands, I spread him as wide as he'll go and watch as he takes me to the knot.
“Fuck, Beck, you take me so well, baby.”
Beck moans as I wrap my hand around his throat and arch his back, so I can press my lips to his.
Lifting his arm, he grips the back of my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair, entwining his tongue with mine.
I love kissing him. He tells me how much he loves me with each push of his tongue, and I return it with each thrust of my cock.
I can only imagine how many pheromones are flooding this elevator, and I almost wish I wasn't on my blockers.
I love when my vanilla bean and ink scent mixes with his chocolate and coconut.
Picking up the pace, he starts to strangle my cock, and I know he's close. Releasing his throat, he drops back down to the bar and moans.
My knot slaps against his ass with every thrust, and I grip his hips tight, fucking him with all the energy I have left.
After this I'm going to need a drink and a nap.
My cock swells, and I know I'm about to fill this hot hole. “Please, Alpha, please,” he grunts and I smirk, slapping his ass hard, leaving my mark on his tanned skin.
“Do. Not. Come!” I order, and his hand stops jacking his dick.
“Fuck,” I roar as I come inside of him, and he pulsates around me. My knot’s throbbing to be stuffed inside him, but not now.
Pulling back, I tuck myself into my jeans and drop to my knees for him. I may be dominant at times, but I love when he takes control.
“Now feed your alpha your cum like a good boy,” I say with a smirk, and he moves quickly, turning and smacking my lips with the tip of his cock.
He's close,his dick throbbing and the tip an angry purple. Opening wide for him, I moan as his taste hits my tongue.
“Mmm,” I hum, grabbing his knot and squeezing it tight as I suck him down.
“Jesus, Tate,” he grunts, thrusting harder. He takes my head and begins to skull fuck me, and my cock’s ready for round two.
A few more swallows and a hum has him exploding down my throat, moaning I take it all.
His knot swells as I continue to massage it. Pushing back onto my heels, I lick him clean, gazing up into his blue eyes.
His dirty-blond hair is a sweaty mess and his cheeks are flushed. He never looks hotter than when I cause him to lose control.
His glasses are askew, so I stand and fix them before giving him a quick kiss.
“We should probably get dressed,” I mutter and he laughs, giving me a grin.
Stepping away, I grab his clothes and hand them to him as he fixes my jeans.
I watch him and smirk. This is what I want. Him. We don't need an omega.