Page 46 of Their Knotty Pack (Starbrook City Omegaverse #3)

Smirking, I try something out. "On second thought…

" I thread my hand through Damien's hair and pull him off Miles, before taking the beta's lips in a filthy kiss.

I can taste Miles' signature mixed in with Damien and it only makes me clench with need.

When I release Damien, he's staring up at me with wide eyes, seemingly shell-shocked.

"Good boy," I whisper, gently caressing his head as I release his hair.

Damien swallows roughly, looking between the two of us. "What the fuck just happened?"

"I told you I want all of it, Damien, and that I see you. So what I want right now? I want you to leave the playboy persona at the door and let your omega take care of you. Do you think you can do that?"

Our beta, on his knees, looks up at his omegas with wide eyes. "I…"

"Yo u don't have to," I crouch down next to him, meeting his eyes. "But if you want to let go…if you don't want to keep it 'on' all the time…we're a safe place for you to turn it 'off'. Your needs matter, you don't have to be someone else for us."

He wet his lips and his cheeks tinge pink.

Holy shit. I just made Damien Silva blush .

“I…I think I might like that.” His voice wavers slightly.

"Are you sure?" I ask, cupping his cheek. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm sure," his voice is more confident this time, "I don't think I could do it in front of the others…but with you guys? Easy."

"Only if you want it," Miles repeats, looking down at him. "The whole point…we just need you to understand that we want you no matter what."

"I understand," Damien says in the softest voice I've ever heard from him.

So again, I lean forward, pressing my lips to his temple.

"What a good, sweet boy you are for me," I murmur, and a shiver runs through him.

"Do you have a safe word?" I've never been in a situation where I've needed to ask this question, but I've been reading up on things enough to know we can't do anything without a safe word.

"Words I never thought I'd hear coming out of my omega's mouth," Damien laughs almost deliriously before his tone turns more serious. "Traffic light system. Green is good, yellow is approaching my limit, and red is stop."

"We should probably all adopt that," Miles looks between the two of us, and I nod.

He turns his attention back to the beta.

"Bethany's going to run the show this time," Miles murmurs softly, running a thumb over Damien's cheek.

"I don't know if I want to take charge with anyone else besides her, but if you want to, we can explore that later. "

"I' m going to be completely honest, I've never done anything like this before," I admit, "I've been doing some…reading though, and I don't want to humiliate or degrade you, unless you're into that."

"Not particularly," Damien agrees, so I continue.

"I want to make you feel wanted and loved.

Cherished. I want for you to know that we've seen you at your very base self and still can't resist. If after today you never want to do this again, that's up to you.

No hurt feelings, no…anything." I add, running my hands through his hair again.

"However you want to be with both of us, or just one of us, is up to you. ."

“You really are…” Damien shakes his head, sounding like he doesn't quite believe it, “what did I do to deserve two omegas like you?”

“Don’t say that just yet,” Miles smirks, “you haven’t seen Bethany when she gets bossy.”

Damien turns to me with raised brows. “What should I do?”

"Get on the bed, and lay on your back," I tell him, noting his surprised face. "Miles is going to straddle your chest and you're going to suck him off like that."

Both Miles and Damien's jaws drop, but their scents thickening in the air tells me that they very much like that idea.

Damien gets on the bed, and Miles does what I said, straddling his chest and feeding him his cock, one hand on the headboard. Damien swallows him down eagerly, moaning when the taste of Miles hits his tongue.

"Miles, don't you dare move your hips," I tell him seriously. "Our beta wants to know he's earned his treat, doesn't he?"

Damien mumbles his agreement around Miles' cock, and Miles' head falls forward, his hooded gaze on Damien's face.

Grinning, I settle between my beta's legs, pulling his hard cock into my mouth, listening with glee as he lets out a little whine around Miles. The taste of his pre-cum makes me groan around him, and I start licking his shaft in long, wet strokes.

"Tell him what a good job he's doing, Miles," I order him, grinning. "You're the only one whose mouth isn't occupied."

"Oh, fuck, look at you, Damien," I hear Miles praise him, and I feel Damien's cock jump in my mouth.

Miles lets out a low chuckle. "You like that? You like hearing how delicious you look swallowing my cock?"

Damien's cock jumps in my mouth again, and I swallow around him, earning a muffled groan.

"Do you know how often nymph and I have talked about this?" Miles asks, his voice growing strained. "We've wanted you in here with us. Watching us. Joining us."

Suddenly, and without warning, there's an explosion on my tongue as Damien's hips convulse wildly, emptying himself down my throat. I swallow him down eagerly, until his dick stops pulsing, and press my own thighs together to ease my ache.

"Oh, fuck, Damien, " Miles groans, and I look up to see Damien's hands gripping Miles' ass as he cums in his mouth.

When Damien releases him, Miles falls to the side, and I sit up, grinning at both of them. Damien's pupils are blown wide as his chest heaves, and his dick is still half-hard as I play with it idly.

"Well, that was one of the hottest things I've ever experienced," I tell them, wiping my mouth. "Color?" I ask Damien, whose chest is still heaving.

"Green. So, so, so green." He looks up, giving me a genuine smile.

But then Miles frowns at me. "You didn't get off earlier."

I shrug. "I have plenty of opportunities to get off. This wasn't about me."

Miles regards me for a moment before turning his face to Damien and drawing him in for a kiss. "This is not me taking charge. This is me telling you that our omega is getting her pussy eaten until she comes—so if you don't do it, I will."

"I'd like…" he crawls over to me, "I'd like to take the reins now, if that's okay."

"Whatever you want, Damien." I murmur.

A slow grin takes over his face as he gets on his knees and fists the hair at the back of my head, tilting my face up to him so he can kiss me deeply.

"Thank you," he murmurs against my lips, "for letting me let go, even if it was just for a minute.

" His words are laced with sincere emotion, and my chest tightens.

"Thank you for trusting me with that side of yourself."

His hand tightens in my hair as he leans down to plunder my mouth again, and this time, I melt into him. I feel Miles gently take my hand and squeeze before I feel the mattress creaking, hear the bathroom door slowly snick shut, and the shower turn on.

His tongue is sinful, his touch electric as his free hand reaches around to grab my waist. He pulls back slightly, and I swallow a deep lungful of air.

"Damien…" my voice is a whine, the ache between my thighs a million times worse than it was two minutes ago.

"Shhh, bright eyes," he murmurs, kissing down my jaw. "I've got you."

In the next moment, my back is on the bed, Damien is spreading my thighs, and he's looking at my dripping pussy in appreciation.

"Mmm," he licks his lips, "did that turn you on? Ordering me around and watching me suck off your omega?" Words fail me—all I can do is nod with wide eyes before he takes two fingers and swipes them through my dripping folds. "So damn wet."

Then his mouth is on me. It's like my body is an instrument, and his tongue is little fingers plucking and pulling my strings, making me unravel in the best way.

It only takes a few minutes under his skilled and practiced tongue for me to completely shatter, my slick soaking his face as he licks me thr ough my orgasm, my hands nearly white from fisting the sheets.

When my body stops convulsing, he finally pulls away, climbing halfway up my body before resting his head between my boobs. My fingers stroke through his hair, and if betas could purr, I'm sure he'd be doing that.

The shower shuts off after a moment, and I grin, knowing how Miles will react when he gets out of the shower. "Damien?" My voice is quiet.

"Hmmm?"

"I'm not telling you to move, but I'm just warning you, this is Miles' favorite spot."

"He can fight me for it." Damien mutters, nuzzling into me.

I laugh quietly, but when Miles comes out, he doesn't gasp and point proclaiming, "That's my spot!" like he does with Kieran. No, he climbs into the nest, curling his body into mine before throwing an arm around Damien.

I guess I could take a little nap.