Page 24 of Their Knotty Pack (Starbrook City Omegaverse #3)

Miles

" I t's going to be fine, nymph," I tell the love of my life as I park my car at home. Gods, I've missed this place. The heat clinic was nice enough, but nothing beats home.

I have no idea how my cock isn't sore after the last five days.

I've never had that much sex before in my life.

Those alphas, that beta…having them right in front of me, watching them wring every ounce of pleasure from my mate that they could was the hottest thing I've ever seen.

I had honestly thought I'd be jealous, or want to rip someone's head off.

But instead, feeling her pleasure through the bond just put me in a constant state of need, one that she was all too happy to satisfy.

But what would it feel like if we took an alpha at the same time?

I bet for sure Damien is into ass play. He could fuck her, and I could fuck him…

or, I could fuck her while an alpha fucks me, or she could suck my dick while—

Dammit. There are too many combinations to even think about. And really, I shouldn't even be thinking about it. These men are going to have to fucking woo us if they want a place with Bethany and me.

She deserves nothing less.

Bethany gets out of the car and immediately starts fussing over the plants hanging on the porch.

"I hope Lanie didn't overwater Veronica.

" Ah, yes. Veronica the Verbena. I've learned that whenever Bethany gets a new plant, the name she gives it has to start with the same first letter of the plant itself.

Patty the Petunia.

Barry the Bonsai.

Olivia the Orchid.

The flowers tend to have female names, and the leafy plants tend to have male names, the only outlier seems to be Penny the Pothos.

I don't pretend to understand how her mind works, I just know I love it.

"Could you check on Cal for me, babe?" She calls after me as I enter the house. "Mist him really well if he's looking dry."

"Got it!" I call out behind me, then throw our overnight bag on the couch before checking on the needy plant. His leaves are looking a little droopy, so I grab the mister from the side table and spray generously.

A feeling of panic trickling to me through our bond has me turning around, and Bethany is standing in the doorway, looking around the living room, tears welling in her eyes. I immediately drop the mister and approach her. "What's wrong, baby?" I ask gently, wrapping her in my arms.

"I know you said I didn't ruin everything," she sniffles, her arms banding around my middle, "but I did ruin the wonderful little bubble we've been in this last month. I remember how it was living with alphas, Miles, and I'm not ready for it."

"This is our space," I tell her, pulling back to look into her eyes. "We're in charge here, okay?"

Her bottom lip tugs under her teeth as she nods her head. "Okay. I know. And I know they aren't the same as my old pack, it's just…"

"Hard?" I ask, giving her a small smile.

At her nod, I wrap her back up in my arms again. "We'll give your bond with Kieran a few weeks to settle, and then we'll decide where to go from there. Who knows? Maybe he's not a giant ass waffle and today was just a fluke."

She snorts into my chest. "Ass waffle." She's quiet for a moment, then she asks, "So…you know the beta from work? Damien?"

"I do…" I say slowly, running a hand up and down her back. "You want to know more about him?"

She nods, her cheek scent marking me in the process.

"Well, he used to be a total player. I don't even know how many times I heard he got written up for fraternization.

" A little chuckle leaves me. "But then, after we got back from winter break, that all stopped.

He still flirted, that's just who he is. But it makes sense now."

She looks at me, brow furrowed, and I remember she had been checking her phone when I asked them how long they'd been a pack.

"They packed up right after Christmas," I explain, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.

"And they had agreed to not sleep around, since they would be trying to court an omega soon.

They only signed up for the heat clinic because they haven't gotten any matches from the OMS in four months. "

She thinks I don't catch the small wave of satisfaction through the bond, but I know it’s because no other omegas have been with our pack before us.

"That does make me feel a little better," she admits, stepping away from me and stretching her arms out behind her. "Do you think we have enough time for a shower before they get here?"

"Not if we take one together," I murmur as I lean forward to take her lips in a kiss, "but you go first and make it quick, okay? I'll take one after."

She grins up at me before running up the stairs, and a moment later, I hear the shower turn on.

I sigh, running a hand over my face. We have maybe about…

fifteen minutes before they get here, I'd say.

They didn't give their exact address, but I know the neighborhood they're in—it's close to my work.

The minute they get here, everything is going to change.

Ma ybe it's not too late to run up and join her, have some hot shower sex one last time before our lives are changed forever—

My phone dings, and I pull it out, pointedly ignoring the voicemails my parents left while we were at the heat clinic, opening up a text from Damien instead.

Damien

Are you and bright eyes doing okay?

A small smile pulls at my lips. Bright eyes. It's an accurate nickname, to be sure.

It's strange to be on the receiving end of Damien's concern. I'm so used to the nonchalant, flirty beta, I don't know what to do with this slightly worried, kind of sweet Damien.

Smirking, I type out my reply. The guy has seen me naked, and licked my girls pussy while I fucked her face. I think we're at the point of flirting.

Me

Careful there, Damien, or I might think you like me.

His reply is instant.

Damien

I think we're well past that, blue.

My heart skips a beat as I read his message, but before I can figure out what the hell I'm going to say back, he texts again.

Damien

We're leaving our house now, be there in ten.

Me

See you soon

Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I decide to make my little nymph a snack for when she's out of the shower. Weirdly enough, she likes to slather peanut butter on pickles. She has Cady De Lucca to thank for that little obsession.

By the time I'm done putting her plate together, there's a knock on the front door, and I leave the plate on the counter to go let the pack inside.

"Miles," Brody smiles at me, Kieran, Damien, and Hunter behind him, all of them carrying duffel bags, "It's good to see you again."

"It's been, like thirty minutes, Casanova," Damien purrs, pushing past him to brush his lips over my cheek. "Though I do share the sentiment."

"I—"

"Hey babe?" Bethany's voice sounds from the staircase, and all the guys stiffen as their eyes lock behind me. "Do you think—"

Her voice cuts off with a squeak as mortification fills our bond, and I look over my shoulder to see Bethany at the foot of the stairs, with nothing but a short little towel wrapped around her as she uses an even smaller towel to dry her hair.

It's not like they haven't all seen her completely naked in the throes of pleasure, but something about a woman in a towel makes men rabid.

"Well, we were not made aware of the dress code," Damien grins, "but I did bring my own towel, so if you just give me a second—" Brody smacks Damien upside the head right as Bethany starts to stammer.

"You said fifteen minutes!" She squeaks at me. "I thought I had more time!"

She scrambles back up the stairs with an iron tight grip on the top of the towel, and Hunter mutters, "Damien, could you please try to not scare off one of the omegas before even stepping foot in the door?"

I run a hand over my face. "Come on in, guys."