“Do you think I’m crazy?” I ask quietly, sitting on his lap in the small lounge the Omega shop offers. The late afternoon sunshine hits like a spotlight over us.
“No chance. I think you’re pretty incredible.” His fingers trace over mine. “Everything is new, but it is for us too.”
I twist around. “Have you ever done a heat before?”
“Layne,” he says, tipping his head to the side, “you forget I’m a Beta. I’m pretty sure no Omega would actually ask a Beta to be a part of their heat.”
“Lucky me, then,” I answer back almost immediately. “I can’t imagine you not being there.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, and I sit up straighter, waiting for an explanation. It comes, but when he speaks, it’s without his usual exuberance. “I won’t be able to satisfy you physically. You will crave, and I won’t be able to soothe any of it. Your body will hurt, and the only thing that will ease your ache is what your Alphas can offer.”
“I don’t believe that. Not for an instant. If you weren’t there, I wouldn’t be able to relax.”
“You would,” he argues.
I look away from him, trying to put the thoughts flying around in my head into something coherent. I eventually finda way to explain myself better. “I need you, and your perfect dick, exactly the way you are. Matteo, you are the light, showing me where home is. Without you, I wouldn’t be here, and we both know I’m not referring to how we met, but how we stayed together. Don’t ever doubt how important you are to me, and them.”
Then it’s Matteo’s turn to look away. I study his features while he works through what I said and sorts out his own emotions. Of course, this sweet Beta has a resilience I can only strive to match. “You think I have a perfect dick, huh?”
“You know it. Now, take me home, let me sleep in your bed. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
“On one condition,” he says seriously, his smile fading.
My eyes go big, and I start to agree without knowing what the condition is.
“I want to fuck your face until you choke on my perfect dick as I shoot my load down your throat. You won’t be able to scream or say a fucking word because I’ll be holding you still with my hands on your hips while my tongue will be inside your tight little cunt, and your pussy juices will be wetting my chin.”
I squawk so loudly, Valentine turns and glares at Matteo and me. But this dirty-talking Beta isn’t finished. He snags his hand around the back of my neck and holds my ear to his filthy mouth while pumping two of his fingers between my shocked lips. “Then I’m going to finger your asshole like this until I’m hard enough to fill up that hole until my come leaks out of it too. Only then will I let you rest, but just when you're drifting off to sleep, I’m going to ram my perfect cock in your…”
I do what I did to Valentine before and slap my hand over Matteo’s mouth, but he keeps talking around my hand and plundering my mouth with his fingers. I catch enough of what he says to nod, agreeing. Just to shut him up, of course. Except, when he feels me gagging, he starts getting even more explicit.
“Matteo! I swear to fucking god, take your fingers out of my wife’s throat before I shoot you from here!” Dante snaps.
Matteo’s eyes blaze, and his scent explodes out of him like an atom bomb, mushrooming around me, leaving me testing the constraints of the drugs I’m on, taking them to another level.
“Later,” Matteo says to me. “We will finish this discussion later.”
Holding my stunned gaze, he licks off his fingers, appearing way too satisfied with what he’s doing.
“And, just so we are all clear, Layne is sleeping in her nest or her bedroom. I’m not sneaking in. Neither is my brother. Or you. It’s her last night of ever having any space to herself. Shelve whatever fucking plan you had going on over there, Romeo.”
Dante isn’t playing around when he yells at Matteo from across the room. Twisting to see him, I can read the tension on his face, but his mood makes me laugh, which probably isn’t the right thing to do. Once they start, I can’t stop the giggles.
Without a care in the world, Matteo helps me out of his lap before straightening himself up. He can’t do much to hide the impact of what he was saying to me, but he buttons his suit jacket, at least half hiding his bulging hard-on. He hands me a bottle of water and walks away. Everyone leaves me alone while they run the bags to the car before Dante comes back and gathers me and the dogs.
“Hungry?” he asks after we say our goodbyes to the staff.
My eyes flare, and I throw my hands up to stop him from coming closer. “Oh my god, don’t you get all slutty too. I’ve already taken too many tabs.”
“I was talking about food,” he mock growls before wiggling his fingers suggestively. “But, at the same time, I don’t mind stopping on our way to the car and alleviating any sexual tension you’ve got going on.”
“Not exactly fair, considering I’m sure Valentine and Matteo would offer the same. Dante, I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute.” I laugh because he’s still waving his fingers around like the weapons they are.
I leave to race back inside the shop, toward the bathroom.
38
Valentine
