Page 4 of Captive Beta

The moment the door closes behind him, Riley is at my back, trapping me between my mates, their pheromones surrounding me.

“Now I wish I could go to the movies with Jorge and you.” Riley slides her hands up my legs, to my hips, making me perfume. “If I knew I was going to have to miss you wearing this, I wouldn’t have offered to go on this mission.” She laughs.

Then her hands stop on the sheaths I’ve got strapped to my thighs, and she lets out a soft moan. “Fuck… You know how to turn me on too well.”

Mathew follows one of her hands and his dick seems to make a slight jump where it’s caught between our bodies when he finds what caught Riley’s interest. “Oh, fuck. My sweet Omega, how are we supposed to resist you like this?”

I laugh, kissing him slow and long, before turning my head and Riley takes my lips in a hard kiss. When I finally come up for air, I look at them. “Only you two would get turned on by that… And that’s why you’re my perfect mates.” That and hundreds of other reasons, but this is definitely part of it.

The door opens and Caleb makes a breathless sound as he waves his hands like he’s trying to air the pheromones out of the room. “Everyone ready to go? Vera and Jorge have to leave, or they’ll miss the movie.”

Behind Caleb is Jorge, looking inside the room uncomfortably, and I wriggle so Mathew will let me down, my heart heavy. “I’ll quickly touch up my make-up and I’ll be ready to leave.” I give Mathew and Riley a quick kiss. “Go kick some ass. I’ll see you tonight.”

Then, as I pass Jorge, I give him a light push in the direction of the room, keeping my voice low. “Go tell them good luck.”

He’s managed to keep himself busy all day. And when it was time for dinner, he didn’t eat anything, too stressed. His pheromones have been heavy with worry ever since.

The pheromones will irritate Mathew and Riley, but I also know that they’ll want to spend a bit of time with him before they go. It’ll calm everyone down and hopefully help them focus later.

I understand why Jorge is so worried. He’s been waiting for Mathew and Riley to finally form a pack with him for years and now he’s finally got them, he’s so scared of losing them.

It’s not that I’m not worried, but I have some idea of what they’re going to do, what they’re going up be up against. And I accept the risks that are involved with that, the danger, because I’ve been living with similar danger for so long.

But Jorge’s world isn’t one of violence and missions, it’s finances and information, computer stuff.

We all understand that our world comes with bruises and cuts, with getting hurt, with the risk of not making it out in one piece.

But it’s different for him.

Knowing we could get hurt scares him. We take it as a given, the only questions being how bad the injury is and how beat up the other person ends up.

I touch up my lipstick in the bathroom mirror and then check that I’ve got everything in my bag that I’ll need. Derrick replaced a few of my usual tools for higher quality ones and gave me a brand new set of lock picks, this one way fancier than the one I used to have.

He even insisted that I try them out a couple of days ago so I would know how to use them and that he could be sure I could get myself out of most situations. He doesn’t care that I’m some tiny Omega, he just cares that I know how to use every tool at my disposal. Which is nice.

I check the knife and the gun at my thighs, making sure they’re both where they’re supposed to be, both of them also brand new and in a size that’s easy for me to hide under a skirt.

Then I smooth my clothes down, flashing myself a nervous grin, as I take a deep breath.

Let’s hope tonight goes smoothly for all of us. If all our nervousness and anxiety was for nothing, that should make the run up to the next mission easier.

I hope.

3

Jorge

My stomach won’t stop churning. I’m sure Vera notices how sweaty my palm is, how tightly I’m holding her. I wish I wasn’t so nervous, that I could be cool and collected like the others seem to be.

But she’s not complaining at all, keeping up a constant stream of light conversation as she comments on the stores we’re passing by, the people sitting in front of the cafes, anything and everything that pulls her attention.

Seeing Mathew and Riley all geared up made it much too real. I’ve never seen them like that before. Never.

I’ve seen Riley wash her gear and I’ve seen it in her apartment or in her suitcase, but I’ve never seen her wear it before. She looks so much more severe and it even seems to change how she carries herself, she starts moving like a…

Like a killer…

Which she is…

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