Chapter 9
So I learned something new tonight.
Apparently, my whole worldview is built on completely false premises.
It wasn't exactly the moment when I first saw her that the foundation of nearly every decision I had ever made since I was a teenager fell over in a heap; no, that came about an hour or so later.
But the first rattles of the glorious, beautiful destruction of every assumption were carried on the scent of freesias.
Up until now, there were three things that I knew to be true. Three core truths that underpinned everything.
We are professionals who care for, but never claim, omegas;
We always put our client first; and
No omega would ever want a beta like me in favor of an alpha.
And yet, in the time it took to gulp down a couple of overpriced drinks and battle LA traffic, those core truths have evaporated like fog in sunshine.
Destroyed by a little omega in barely six words.
The one who complained when I wasn't close enough to her.
Me. A beta. Most omegas barely tolerate a beta in their bed or their nest. Yet she got upset because I wasn't there.
It's fascinating watching the foundations of your belief structure fall apart in real time.
And she asked us who supports us. Allen couldn't answer her. And I'm not sure I can, either. But for the first time… No. That's nuts. It's way too quick to even be starting to think that.
Dellie half-reclines against James as she sits on his lap.
His legs splay hers apart, his mouth crashing into hers with a hungry kiss.
Her little growl seems to have blasted away his normally implacable self-control.
He kisses her with a kind of unguarded want that would be embarrassing if it weren't so easy to envy.
James. The one who would usually rather support the rest of the pack when a client is in heat. The one who clients reject because he's quiet and doesn't have a silver tongue, who keeps Zeke limber and Seb focused. He's the one who spent half the evening purring her into putty, keeping her calm.
Their combined scents flood the room. I might as well be drunk on freesias and basil.
The groan Seb releases from behind me sounds like something out of an Antipodean porno.
The bed dips as Allen perches next to me, and shifts again when Seb joins him.
Zeke has already reclaimed his spot next to them, primed and eager.
We're all stripped down to our boxers and very, very ready for her.
James' hands stroke down her thighs. He breaks away from the kiss and growls some quiet words into her ear.
She melts backwards into him, a breathless "yes" dropping from her lips.
One of his hands disappears under the folds of her skirt, his forearm bunching it up to expose her creamy thigh; but the fabric still hides what lies between her legs.
The rhythm of the twitching of his forearm gives me a pretty good idea of what he's doing, though.
His other hand peels the left shoulder of her dress forwards, and dips leisurely beneath it.
I can see the fabric bunching as he caresses her nipple.
She leans back into him as her eyelids flutter and thighs twitch, his mouth lightly pressed against her ear, his lips constantly moving.
Little breathless moans escape her lips.
Fuck. I want to make her moan like that.
Dellie reclines against him and writhes under his touch, the scent of freesias and basil saturating the room.
Seb scoots up the bed towards Zeke, and leans against him, idly stroking his knee.
Zeke leans into his touch, but eyes are locked onto the omega with a focus I've previously only ever seen from him when he was on the water.
He looks like a starving man staring at a feast. Little bursts of petrichor and pops of lavender mix in with the heady fragrance.
My mouth is watering.
James chuckles quietly. I can barely hear him murmur something about showing her beta something.
Her beta.
I like the sound of that way more than I should.
It's ridiculous and foolish and embarrassing. But… the idea of being wanted… by someone like her… God. No. Not someone like her. By her. The thought of her being wanted by her like that, being claimed by her—it's cracking open something inside of me I'd sealed off long ago.
Her eyes open, revealing pupils blown into dark liquid pools. "Yes. Good." Her voice sounds sure. Her gaze is clamped on mine.
James grins, and removes the hand from within her top, allowing one side of it to flop forward at the waist. Her lush, tender breast and rosy pink nipple peek out.
Reverently, James tugs up the folds of her skirt, revealing his other hand working her clit with quick, deft strokes. A glistening line of deep pink gleams from behind a light cloud of brown hair. The sheet beneath her has been darkened by her arousal.
I breathe out, slowly. I've never been in this situation outside of a heat.
If this were any other omega, I would ask her if all this slick was for her alphas, and gently help her pack away her modern inhibitions while she's knotted into sweet oblivion. But… that just feels wrong with Dellie. I don't want all this to only be for one of her alphas.
I shuffle closer to them, my gaze locked on hers, until my hand grazes against James' calf. I stroke it briefly, then let it rest on her knee. "Dellie?" I lick my lips.
Fuck. I don't think I've ever been lost for words quite like this.
"Yes?" Her voice is thick, languid.
My mouth opens and closes uselessly a couple of times. I swallow. "Would you like me to help James make you feel good?"
Her hand reaches out to my cheek. I find myself nuzzling into it, my eyes closing as I melt against her.
"Yes, please."
A grin spreads across my face as I open my eyes and shuffle between James' legs. He inches them back, splaying her thighs even wider, pulling her slightly higher up his torso, exposing the bulge barely contained by his straining boxers.
James is nuzzling against her neck, whispering quiet praise into it. His eyes flash upwards as I move closer and James briefly lifts his face to mine. "Don't leave her wanting, Beta."
She whines in agreement.
Well then.
I let the hand on her knee drift up her thigh, until it's stroking the impossibly soft tuft of hair, careful not to interrupt the rhythm of James' hand. He's quiet in our bond, locked in concentration.
My fingers are drawn towards that glistening line.
I run the pads of my finger along it, testing to see how she responds to the gentle pressure.
Her lips part and eyes close as her hips twitch towards me.
A soft, contented sigh drifts around us at my touch.
From out of the corner of my eye, on the other side of the bed, I see Seb sink back into the mattress, his hands tangled in Zeke's hair.
The scent you get after rain, and the musky bloom of lavender, curls into the fragrance of freesias and basil.
Thank fuck I had a manicure two days ago, and remembered to ask them to make sure there were no sharp edges.
She's leaning back into James' embrace, seated on his lap with a slight recline like a queen on her throne. "More," she pants. "Please."
I let my fingers splay her apart, the deep bloom of dark, flushed pink a shock of contrast against her creamy thighs, and stripe along the shimmering line with my tongue.
Her sweetness is fresh, floral and clean. Her taste grabs me by the tongue. I want to lose myself in it.
I let my middle finger press slowly between her flushed folds and sink into her warmth.
The angle is a little awkward, but from the groan of pleasure she lets slip out, I don't think she particularly minds.
I lap at the underside of her clit while James continues his ministrations on the top.
I don't even care if he keeps whacking my nose. I could stay like this for days.
"Good?" I murmur against her, trying to time the gentle thrusts of my finger so it flows with the pace James has set. Her hips are tilting rhythmically under our hands.
"Mmm. More." She leans her head against James' shoulder and tilts it towards his arm, exposing the side of her neck to his lips.
James' mouth runs along the smooth line of Dellie's neck.
His legs twitch as a throb of lust pulses down our bond, landing directly on my cock, making me moan with longing. His hand stutters in its rhythm.
I thrust more firmly, and probe her opening with a careful second finger. She melts against my hand, groaning. Her arousal coats my palm. I carefully feel inside her with every thrust until I find the softly ridged spot.
Ah. That's it.
I drag my attention to that spot, trying to force my brain to focus on her reaction instead of the fact that my cock is now peeking out of the waistband of my boxer shorts, or the growing damp patch on their front.
Until my fingers start to voice their protest at the awkward angle.
Fuck.
I readjust myself, swapping out my hand, maintaining the rhythm as carefully as I can.
I have to sit back on my heels while I find the angle she likes again.
There is a whine of protest at the loss of my tongue, but it's replaced by a groan of desire when I lunge forward and slip one of my glistening digits into James' mouth.
I feel his surge of lust through our bond.
Huh. That's good to know.
"Can our pack alpha taste you too, omega?" I ask, as a rumble from Allen sounds from behind me.
I feel the bed shift beneath me as Allen's firm hand drifts up my back, in a silent gesture of approval, as he eases his way up the bed.
"Yes," she breathlessly squeaks.
I offer out my hand to Allen, but instead he fists my hair, and pulls my face into a searing kiss, lapping at her spilled arousal that glistens on my lips.
He groans at the taste, desire pulsing through our bond.
When his kiss finally releases me, I turn back towards her.
She's biting her lip, the rich floral musk of her perfume swirling around all of us.
"More," she moans, clenching against my fingers. Precum leaks from the tip of my cock.
"Should our beta use his tongue on you, while our pack alpha uses his tongue on him?" James mutters.
She starts to answer, then pauses, looking at me. Waiting for my reaction. My cock twitches and asshole clenches with longing as I nod. Her eyes close and she seems to melt further back into James.
"Oh. Mmmm. Yes, yes, yes," her voice grows higher, breathier.
Allen growls, his barely suppressed desire radiating from his powerful frame. "Then you'd better dress for the occasion, hmmm?" he says, gesturing at her rumpled dress. "Should our beta help you with that?"
Her whispered "yes" is all the cue I need. Making eye contact with James, I lift her dress over her torso, careful not to break the rhythm.
The skin beneath practically glows. Her breasts are flushed, her nipples pulled into tight peaks. She leans back into James as we strip her bare, undulating under our touch.
I lean down, taking most of my weight on my elbows, and allow my tongue to resume its previous rhythm while letting my butt stick up in the air.
It is a very nicely toned butt, if I do say so myself.
Allen rumbles his approval. Lust and pride twang through our bond as he runs a possessive hand down my flank. His practiced fingers catch the waistband of my boxers and pull them down to my knees with one smooth motion.
Dellie's breathy panting quickens as she clenches furiously against my fingers, soaking them in her slick, her perfume thick and delicious in the air around my face.
I shuffle my weight slightly, never letting my hands or mouth break their rhythm, as Allen removes my boxers and sets my knees apart.
One of Allen's hands strokes along my cock, the fingers of his other hand whispering against my asshole.
I can't hold back the moan against her clit as his tongue stripes against me, covering my asshole with his spit, and a finger fills me while his tongue keeps working its magic around my rim.
The hand stroking my shaft wraps around it and starts tugging in time with his finger.
His pace builds until it's almost brutal. I fucking love it.
James' erection is practically bursting out of his boxers. I don't know how much longer I'm going to last at this rate. My precum is leaking all over Allen's hand as he tugs at my cock. Then the toe-curlingly good movement of Allen's tongue against my asshole stops, and his hands still.
"Should I take our beta while he pleases you?" I hear Allen rumble behind me. I let out an impatient moan of approval.
Her scent spikes as she lets out a wail of pleasure and a flood of creamy slick across my tongue and fingers.
The pulsing rhythm of her grinding stutters as she shatters against my hand, the porcelain skin of her thighs flushed pink, her cunt and feet clenching and quivering from the pleasure.
Her head falls forward as sweat beads over her skin.
Apparently, the question is enough to tip her over the edge.
James' hand stills and my fingers slow. I pull my head up, studying her face. She drops her head against James' shoulder and takes a deep, shuddering breath. Then she looks me in the eye, eyebrows raised, asking a silent question.
I nod, grinning.
A relaxed, hungry smile pulls across her lips. "Yes. And more, please."
I know it's insane. I know I'm on a freight train running full speed ahead at near-sonic speed…
but I don't think I can ever let Dellie go.
Not voluntarily, at least. Not without letting go of something I never thought I would have, something that I've never let myself acknowledge that I might need.
I'm fairly sure it would break me.