Page 33 of Game Over

That came first. Would always come first.

“Hey baby,” Jesse asked, cupping her face in his hands to interrupt her fervent kissing at his skin. “We’ll go right in, but… where do you want…him?”

Tara hummed, her head turning with vision half clouded.

The look was so similar to the way she’d been a year ago, eyes meeting mine through the two-way mirror so full of need that it was hard to keep my head.

Wide, wanting, pleading.

No matter what she asked for, I’d do it. Be it. If it meant I got to be close to Tara again.

Close toJesse.

Fuck.

“J—j-just in the room,” she managed, uncertainty making her shy into the beta’s side. “At my desk. So I can still smell him. Please Jesse, just fix me. I need you so bad.”

He looked a bit… uneasy. It was obvious they hadn’t been with her during a heat before, and that they didn’t know how to handle it. Offering to drop her off at Omega’s Lust? It would’ve read like a rejection to Tara. Especially with her alpha right here ready to take care of her.

Not her alpha.

An alpha.

And this was none of my business. And no matter how badly I wanted to, I wasn’t going to butt in unless I was invited. It didn’t matter that we had a past, her present—especially her relationship with Jesse—wasn’t my business to insert myself into.

No matter how badly I craved pounding into that sweet little omega’s pussy again.

Jesse led her into her bedroom, with me following close behind.

A large circular bed was pressed against the far wall, the curtains on the windows drawn back to let in the remaining dregs of late evening sunlight.

I barely caught Tara’s wince before I was crossing her plush purple carpet to close the curtains and power down her PC. I knew from health class more than anything that omegas liked things pretty dark and quiet when they were in heat, and though I figured a pre-war apartment building on a busy street wasn’t an ideal place to get through the next forty-eight to seventy-two hours, I figured the least I could do was try to minimize the problems I could.

Tara crawled onto the mattress as Jesse shut the door, moving to adjust the plethora of pillows and blankets.

Everything from the walls, to the PC, to the frog-shaped keyboard arm rest was some shade of purple. The only contrast in the room was provided by a smattering of lush green plants dotting any available surface.

She hummed softly, nudging a particularly furry black pillow that opened its large green eyes with a yawn. The round cat’s head lifted as it stirred, stretching lazily before it rubbed against Tara’s side with a soft meow.

“Sorry, Inky,” Jesse said as he lifted the cat away from Tara’s gentle scratches behind her ears with a small squeak of protest. “But there are some things you just shouldn’t have to watch your mom do.”

“Bye baby,” Tara called after the cat as Jesse set her down in the hall, shutting the door. “You can sit there.” she called to me, pointing to the purple gaming chair. The brand was familiar to me, not that it particularly mattered if the omega was sponsored by the company that made my seat.

A cuck chair was a cuck chair no matter who paid for it.

I sat, getting as comfortable as I could with my stiff, throbbing cock begging for attention it wouldn’t be receiving.

“You okay baby?” Jesse asked. “Need water or anything?”

“No, just you.” she said softly, tugging him closer by the hip the moment he was in range. “Please.”

“I got you,” they assured softly, eyes sliding to me as he tugged off his shirt. “Well… Turn around, weirdo.”

I spun in the chair to face the black monitor as Jesse reached to turn on the fairy lights woven through the canopy over Tara’s bed. At first, I’d thought that I’d spend most of the next three days staring at a black screen—but that was the thing about these top-of-the-line glass-fronted monitors.

When they were off, they were almost as good as a mirror.

Tara pulled Jesse on top of her, his thighs bracketing her slender waist as she worked them both out of their clothes without finesse. For a moment, it was like Jesse forgot I was there, wholly enraptured as their lips met Tara’s in a series of messy kisses.

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