Chapter 11 Wade #3
“Depends, you any good?” The slightly taller blonde challenged.
“I know how to use my stick,” he promised throatily.
“Lucky for you, I know exactly how to handle the balls,” she said, before biting her lower lip suggestively.
I entered the fray, and both Betas looked me up and down appreciatively.
“I’ve got a thing for twins,” the second woman teased, running her pointer finger up the line of Wyatt’s shirt buttons.
“We don’t perform as a duo,” Wyatt said in a low voice, full of heat.
Both women pouted.
“What a shame,” the taller woman sighed, “I was already picturing the possibilities.”
“Me too.” This from her friend, who locked eyes first with me, then Wyatt. “Sure, you boys won’t change your mind?”
“It’s a hard rule,” Wyatt suddenly gripped them both around the waist, tugging them against his body. They gave girlish squeals. “But you could always switch places to get a double taste.”
That made me raise my eyebrows. Don’t think we’d ever switched female partners in the same night. That was coming dangerously close to secondary brother fucking.
“Oh, now that’s an idea,” the shorter Beta crowed. “Same hotel room?”
“Connected,” Wyatt said firmly.
“Good enough for me,” the taller of the two, who’d clearly set her eyes on having Wyatt first, licked her lips.
The trio began heading towards the exit.
I trailed behind like a lost puppy. Nearly to the door, I got a delicious whiff of nutmeg and coffee.
I glanced over, finding a familiar Omega face.
I gave her a nod, and she smiled back. Off limits though.
Joey smelled good to me, but she’d noxiously clashed with Boone.
We didn't mess with the Omegas in town anymore, no matter how tempting they smelled, especially during their heats.
None of them were the right fit, and it wasn't fair to any of us to fuck around when we already knew what we'd find out.
Not scent matches, just dalliances that left both sides unfulfilled and sometimes bitter.
The Omegas in Pinedale deserved better than to be temporary stand-ins.
Staying clear of them was the right thing to do.
But single Betas were often game for a night with an Alpha.
And they felt good in the heat of the moment, even if they didn't smell right and we couldn't knot them the way we desperately wanted to, not without hurting them physically that is.
We could satisfy ourselves though, pull out and cum on their supple skin, or, better yet, explode inside their mouths.
They got their jollies too; we always made sure of that. The Sagebrush Ranch pack wasn’t made of selfish pricks.
The Pine Rest Motel off Main wasn’t half bad, a bit outdated but clean.
Had an hourly rate too, though we always paid for the whole night.
Would be rude to kick a woman out if she was tired.
Wyatt made sure the two rooms were connected this time.
The front desk receptionist raised his eyebrow, but said nothing, sliding the two key cards across the polished counter.
If my brother had been worried about fueling the rumor mill before strolling into Shorty’s, he sure as hell wasn’t concerned now.
I’m sure by morning, the whole of Pinedale would know the Nelson twins got adjacent rooms. Eventually, someone would connect it to Shorty’s.
And some busybody would say ‘I saw those boys leaving with two Beta girls. They joked about switching partners!’.
I still moved behind Wyatt and the woman, wondering if I should just bow out and let him have both. When we got to our hotel rooms, Wyatt pulled the taller woman closer to him. “Madison’s with me.”
“And I’m with you,” the other Beta’s eyes sparkled in anticipation. “You won’t be disappointed.”
“I’m sure I won’t be…” I trailed off, not knowing her name.
“Rachel,” she offered.
“Right. I’m sure I won’t be, Rachel.” I looked up at Wade, who was frowning at me, his eyes telling me to, ‘do better, dumbass’.
So, I closed the space between me and the woman, wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and started leading her to the second door.
As I inserted the access card, Rachel leaned over to lock eyes with Madison. “When we switching, babe?”
“After round one,” Madison winked. “I’m not letting this guy out of my sight until I’m coated.”
I didn’t know what coated meant, but Rachel giggled. “Don’t waste it. Great for the skin.”
“Like a spa treatment,” Madison laughed, then let Wyatt tug her into the room.
Once inside the room with the Beta, her perfume smelled stronger. It mingled with the scent of beer and smoke clinging to her hair and clothes. It wasn’t unpleasant, but just unremarkable.
Nothing like what an Omega's scent would be. Nothing like what we were all waiting for.
The woman—shit, what was her name?—was already undressing. She kept her eyes on me, swaying her hips like she was putting on some captivating, sensual dance. It did nothing for me, but I tried to encourage her, tried to be a willing participant, but I was soft and hard in all the wrong places.
I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at the door connecting this room to Wyatt’s room.
I knew what was happening behind that closed door, even though I’d never seen Wyatt during the throes of intimacy.
I knew, because he was Wyatt. He’d be charming and confident.
The Beta would be hungry for his touch. He’d fuck her blind, make her cum ten ways to Sunday, and she’d fawn over him like she’d never been pleasured properly before.
Wyatt was exactly what an Alpha should be, and I wasn’t.
I turned away from the imagined scene.
The Beta was naked now; her face scrunched with confusion.
I tried to force myself into the moment; to give her the implied promise I’d made by walking into this hotel room with her.
When forcing myself didn’t work, I decided not to be myself at all.
I’d be Wyatt tonight. Dripping with charisma.
Commanding attention. Supremely fuckable.
I moved towards the woman, eyes roving over every part of her curving naked figure. I showed her my desire, my appetite. I felt myself grow hard as I saw her gaze widen.
That was it. That was the look.
Expectation, laced with intimidation.
As I pushed her down onto the bed, enjoying her reaction, my true self began to pound against the Wyatt facade to remind me I could never be this way in real life.