Page 20 of Their Knotty Pack (Starbrook City Omegaverse #3)

Damien

" W hat the fuck?!" Miles' eyes are wide, panicking as he watches the in-heat omega and rut-induced alpha tend to each other's bite marks. In the next instant, the little bright-eyed woman is on her hands and knees, taking Kieran's cock from behind.

"Shit," Brody hisses, running a hand through his hair, panicking even as his hard cock bobs against his stomach.

I, for one, am pissed. This was my idea. I insisted we volunteer at the heat clinics, I put in all the work.

And the damn abominable snowman gets bit first? How is any of this fair?

The sound of the omega's keening snaps me out of my fuming. Kieran is just rutting into her like a fucking animal. Where's the finesse? The gentle easing? The sensuous touch—

"You said you were all on rut blockers!" Miles points an accusing finger at us.

Brody raises his hands in a placating gesture. "I swear, we did. You can ask the moderator, she administered the shots herself before sending us in here. "

The phone on the wall rings, and Miles goes to answer it, panic obvious in his expression. I not-so-subtly eavesdrop on the conversation.

"Yes. Both of them did just bond, and yes, he is in a rut.

" His lips purse as he listens to whatever the moderator is saying.

"I was joking when I said that, and you know it—" He's silent.

"I'm aware that nobody can account for true scent matches but—" He sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Yes. I'm aware. So even though I jokingly said that there would be no more bonding unless she bites first— Yeah.

Okay. Got it." He hangs up the phone, running a frustrated hand through his hair as he turns to face us.

"I don't get it. It's not like we hear about rut blockers failing all the time.

We can't be the only case of happening upon a true scent match.

I mean, they use the same scent cards as the OMS for crying out loud. "

"I would imagine," I drawl, walking over to the bed and sitting next to the rutting pair, my hand reaching between them and finding the omega's clit.

She'll never come if he keeps doing what he's doing.

Kieran turns his head to try to snap at me.

"No." I say sternly, flicking him on the nose.

"No, bad alpha." He grumbles at me before returning to his rutting.

Sighing, I shake my head, my fingers working Bethany's clit over with practiced fingers.

I continue my thought as Miles and Brody stare at me with utter confusion.

"That it's not just the true scent match, but a combination of that , Kieran's intense dominance, and the fact that bright eyes here bit him first…

well, it probably overrode any effect the blocker would have had. "

"Shit," Miles looks over at us guiltily, and Bethany's cries are like music to my ears, her body the instrument for the symphony I'm producing. "This is my fault," he says quietly. "I should have sent you all away the moment we realized what we were to each other. She's going to be devastated. "

Brody beats me to telling him how ridiculous that is. "If you had sent us away, she still could have caught our scents in the room, and then no matter what any alphas did, she would still be unsatisfied."

And, I helpfully do not add, they would have refused to leave because the alphas would have gone absolutely crazy at the thought of anyone else touching their true scent match.

I don't have any baser instincts to blame my brutish ways on. It's all me.

The sound of bright eyes shattering under my fingers has me grinning in satisfaction, and I watch with rapt fascination as her orgasm triggers Kieran's, causing him to push his knot past her entrance, letting it settle just inside her walls.

They collapse on the bed, still connected as Kieran lands them on their sides, and he pulls her to his chest, one hand gripping a breast possessively, the other resting on her hip as he nuzzles into her neck, a contented alpha purr rattling in his chest. My heart clenches at the sight of her lifting her face to scent mark his cheek.

Both their baser instincts are running the show right now, and I hate to think what will happen when they both come out of it. Kieran didn't seem mad before he went into his rut, but Miles says Bethany was adamantly against it.

"I don't know why she bit him first," Brody says slowly, watching the pair on the bed. "But even if he hadn't gone into a rut, what were they going to do? Live with a half-formed bond?"

Miles lips purse as I shift slightly in my spot on the edge of the bed.

"It doesn't matter, it should have been her choice.

She's been through too much to—" he cuts himself off, huffing a breath.

"Nevermind. I can tell through our bond, she's finally settled for now.

Let's just…get through this, and we'll have to face the music when they both come to, yeah?

" He looks at the pair on the bed with a strange look on his face, and there's a flash of emotion—one that I recognize all too well as heartbreak—before it completely di sappears and he climbs into the bed, shucking off his boxers along the way.

Does he think we won't want him? That we'll try to take her away from him and leave him alone?

Something about Miles has always drawn me to him, even without scenting his blueberry-dark chocolate decadent goodness under all the layers of de-scenters they force the alphas and omegas to slather on at work.

Biologically, he and I won't be pulled as close as he'll be with the alphas of the pack, but that just means that he'll be with me because he wants to.

A salacious grin pulls at my lips as I think of all the ways I can convince him of that fact, and I watch as he settles on Bethany's other side, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

The way he looks at her, the adoration and devotion clear in his eyes as he checks her over, warms something in my dusty heart.

I wonder how long they've been together.

"It's probably best that I keep her mouth busy unless we want to add another accidental bonding to the list of things that have gone wrong today," Miles says, the corner of his lip tilting up.

"I wouldn't mind—" Brody's glare cuts me off, and I roll my eyes. "Fine. Brody and Kieran can be on knot-duty, and Blue and I will cover all…oral needs."

"You stay below the neck," Miles warns. "Omegas can bond betas too, and you wouldn't even need to bite her back."

"Oh, I know," I smirk as I recall the bite mark I saw on Archie De Lucca's neck, courtesy of his omega, Cady. Bethany stirs, Kieran's knot slipping from her, a mixture of slick and cum slipping out. Fuck, omegas are messy. And for once, it's not a mess I mind.

"Knot," bright eyes mutters, her gaze searching the room as she sits up, her eyes landing on Miles. "Miles?" She asks in a breathy voice that makes my cock throb. How can a voice be rough and like silk at the same time ?

"Shhh, little nymph. I'm here, baby." Little nymph? Well, that's fucking adorable. Miles brushes a thumb along her lip that she sucks between her lips, her lust-filled pale blue eyes never leaving his, making the three of us groan.

His thumb pops out of her mouth as the haze takes over again, and she starts kissing him. Watching the way she nips and sucks at his lips, then across his jaw down his neck has me fisting my own cock.

"Keep her mouth busy, Miles," Brody says, eyeing Kieran, who has fallen asleep.

"You want another knot, nymph?" Miles asks as she reaches his dick, taking it in her hand and wrapping her lips around the tip. "Fuuuuck."

"Mmmhmm," she nods, her mouth never leaving him as she provides the hottest blowjob I've ever witnessed—and I've witnessed a lot of blowjobs.

Brody gently grabs her legs, twisting her so she's on her back instead of her side, her ass all the way to the edge of the bed. Her mouth pops off Miles and her nostrils flare as she stares up at Brody. "Mine," she growls, and fuck. Her omega really means business.

"Oh no you don't, chompy," Miles tsks, getting on his knees and roughly fists her hair, leading her mouth back to his waiting cock.

Her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head as he hits the back of her throat, and Brody wastes no time lining himself up to her center and sliding in. He stays on his knees, her legs propped up on his shoulders as he moves in and out.

And that's my cue.

"I'm not aiming for you, big boy," I warn Brody.

I may go all ways but that doesn't mean I feel anything romantic for my pack brothers.

I let my head rest on Bethany's pelvis, my face so close to where she and Brody join, even I can smell their combined scents.

My tongue darts out, sweeping along her clit, and her hand immediately finds my head, pushing me further into her. Well, okay then.

"Fuck, little nymph, that's so hot." I can feel Miles' gaze burning into the back of my head as I pleasure his omega, and Bethany's hand tightens in my hair.

I'm pretty sure I get Brody a few times, but he should be grateful for my attentions. Well, accidental attentions.

After a minute, I figure out that the thing that makes her really scream around Miles' cock also gets a lot of Brody's dick all over my tongue. "Fucking hell Damien," Brody grits out. "Are you doing that on purpose ?"

I don't answer, focusing all my attention on getting our omega to orgasm. She's shaking her release a moment later, causing Brody to thrust his knot inside, and I pull back, breathing hard from all my strenuous tonguing.

"Don't flatter yourself," I gasp, looking up where he's on his knees, sweat falling from his brow. "You just got the fortunate side effect of the thing she liked the most."

"Fuckkk…" Miles grits out, and I turn just in time to see Bethany's glorious throat swallow around his cock as she takes everything he gives her. She pops off, a sleepy smile on her face as she looks up dreamily at him.

"My omega," she murmurs, before her eyes flutter closed and she promptly passes out.

"You can't lay down," Miles warns Brody, running a hand through his hair. "You'll have to wait until the knot goes down and pull out."

Brody nods seriously. "Got it. Do you need anything? You guys had anything to eat? Water?"

"They have her on the protein shakes, and I've managed to get a few of them down her throat."

"Among other things," I smirk, and Miles rolls his eyes at me .

"I'll see if they can bring some other stuff for us once—" his eyes dart down to where he's locked inside Bethany, "—goes down."

"Thank you," Miles says, and the tone of his voice has me looking at him again. His own cheeks are slightly flushed, and it could be from the fact that his omega just sucked his soul out of his dick, or…something else.

A few minutes later, Brody's knot goes down and he falls out of bright eyes, gently cleaning her up with some tissues before going over to the phone on the wall.

His quiet muttering falls into the background as I give Miles a look.

"She's out for now," he says, looking down at her with such love.

"Better get some rest, lover-boy," he smirks at me, "when she wakes up again, she'll be even more demanding.”

And fuck, if I can't wait.