Page 26 of Their Knotty Pack (Starbrook City Omegaverse #3)

The memory of his words combined with the sight of the alpha in front of me fills me with this overwhelming sense of guilt. He may not want me as a person, but he sure as hell wants my omega, and I'm the one who made it so he has no other options.

My throat is dry. "What are my other options?"

His smirk is back. "You can stay, but let me finish jacking myself off in peace, or you can help me out here. It…" his eyes close, and his voice almost sounds pained, "it doesn't have to mean anything right now. You can go back to hating me in the morning. "

Why does he sound so…dejected? It's clear he can't stand me, so why does he care whether or not this means anything to me? I can't even blame him for feeling that way. I took away his choice. I bound him to me for life without even knowing his name.

"You can't act like you don't hate me too," I whisper, and his eyes snap open. "I would hate you, if the tables were turned. If you bonded me first." It's the closest I've come to apologizing for biting him first. "I'm so sorry I—"

His eyes flash with something dangerous, and he cuts me off.

"That's where you're wrong, sunshine," his thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and I suppress a shiver.

"I don't hate you. Never have. Your omega chose me .

On some level, you want me just as much as I want you.

True scent match or no, that isn't going away. "

His words send a fresh trickle of slick out of me, my arousal completely my own this time.

He sticks his thumb in my mouth, and godsdammit , I close my mouth around it on instinct. He groans. "Ah, shit, Bethany." Then he smirks again. "Just no biting again—"

Gods, why did he have to ruin it? I let my teeth press into his skin, and he hisses, withdrawing his thumb. "Chompy's back."

"So is triple a." I snark, feeling pretty good about myself, and mildly surprised I remembered to use my hilarious comeback.

He only snorts. "Triple a? What does that stand for? Amazing, admirable alpha?"

"Ah. You only got one out of three right. It actually stands for arrogant. Asshole. Alpha." I poke my finger at his chest with every word.

How does he get under my skin so easily? One minute I'm ready to let him do whatever he wants to me and now…wait. Do I still want him to fuck me? Obviously. But now I'm gonna be mad about it.

He stares at me for a second before he bursts out laughing. "Oh my gods. You are such a dork. Did you have that practiced ? "

"Practicing would require me to think about you, which I don't. Ever." The words are a lie, of course, and he sees right through me.

"Ever?" He taunts, stepping up so we're chest to chest, our eyes boring into each other.

"I think you're protesting just a little too hard, sunshine.

I bet I'm buried under your skin just as deep as you're buried under mine.

I bet you can't help but think of me, even when blue has that thick cock buried inside you—"

For the second time this week, my hand flies up to slap him.

This time, he catches it.

We stand, our faces inches apart as we hold off in this silent staring contest. There's irritation in his eyes, sure, but something else swirls in his hazel depths that I can't quite put my finger on.

"Let go," I whisper, my chest heaving in anger.

"Never." His words are a vow, and I don't know who moves first.

All I know is my hand is pinned to the door behind me as I surge my toes to meet his lips in a savage kiss. His body is pressing me into the door, and his free hand moves to the back of my neck, his lips rough and possessive as he consumes me.

A moan escapes me, and he swallows it whole as my hips try to buck up into his. I've never had angry sex, but if this first kiss is any indication of how its going to go, well, sign me the fuck up.

His hand moves to grip my waist, then dip under my borrowed shirt. He growls in approval when he runs his hand through my folds, and in the next instant, he's moving me so my hands are bracing the bathroom counter, my legs spread out.

What surprises me the most, however, is when he drops to his knees and runs his tongue up my thighs.

"Oh fuck, I can still taste him in you," he groans, "did you take good care of our omega, sunshine?

" My cheeks heat at the knowledge that he's not just tasting my raspberry-hibiscus, but Miles' blueberry-dark chocolate as well.

It doesn't escape my attention that he says "our" omega. He…he doesn't want to take him from me. Some of my anger fades. This ne ver would have worked with Pack Hansen, even I if had been on board with them bringing another omega into the pack. They couldn't share amongst themselves .

Yet here's Kieran, getting even more turned on by the fact I was with Miles mere hours ago.

I nod wordlessly, and yelp when he nips my inner thigh. "Words, Bethany."

"Shit! Yes, yes I took care of him." Despite having just been completely satisfied when I fell asleep earlier, when I look at my eyes in the mirror, they're wild with need.

He purrs in approval, and continues to assault my pussy with his tongue, licking and sucking and nipping, his fingertips pushing into my skin so hard I'll be surprised if I don't have bruises tomorrow. "Ah!" I cry out as his fingers push into me, thrusting at the same pace as his tongue.

Before I know it, I'm a shaking, needy mess, but just before I tip over the edge, Kieran stands up, removing both his tongue and fingers from my aching core.

No, no, no , I was so close, why is he stopping? "Wha—Oh!" My question is cut off when Kieran slides right into me all the way to the hilt in one thrust.

A wanton moan leaves me, my head falling forward.

Kieran isn't having any of that, though.

He grips my messy bun and tilts my head back.

"Nuh uh," he grunts, pumping his hips," I want to see the look on your face when you come all over my cock.

Do you think it's the same face you make when you come apart under Miles?

How do you think you'd look unraveling under both of us? "

His words have me clenching as I whimper, and he growls before increasing his pace.

Kieran fucks me rough and fast, which is exactly what I need from him right now.

I'm barely holding on for dear life as he pounds into me from behind when his free hand reaches around and starts rubbing my clit in furious circles .

It's too much. I can't take it. "Please! Please, I can‘t—Ah!" My orgasm wracks through my body suddenly, a jolt of lightning to my senses as my insides clench around his throbbing cock.

Kieran meets my eyes in the mirror, and I watch as he lets go of my hair, instead moving the collar of my borrowed shirt to the side so he can run his tongue along my bond mark from him, which has already faded to a silvery color.

I jolt at the sensation, and just as quickly as the first orgasm hit, the second one washes over me, and this time, I can feel Kieran pulsing inside me as he empties himself. His hips stutter as he sucks on my bond mark, and his groan of satisfaction sends a tingle all the way down to my toes.

I shouldn't be disappointed that he didn't knot me. I mean, do I really want to be stuck in the bathroom in the middle of the night? With the man I can't go two seconds without bickering with?

I'm expecting him to pull out and leave. To let me clean myself up and walk back to my room with a shred of dignity.

Instead, while he does pull out, he immediately grabs a washcloth, runs it under some water, and starts cleaning up my sopping wet pussy.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror again. "It doesn't have to mean anything," he murmurs again as he cleans me, his touch so light I almost don't feel it. Something shifts inside me as I watch the careful way he tends to me after his rough treatment.

I swallow, looking down at the counter as he cleans me up. Gods, if only his words were true.