Page 52 of Their Knotty Pack (Starbrook City Omegaverse #3)

"You don't think it's too soon?" Right. She went three damn years without being bitten by her other pack. Of course this must feel insanely fast.

I go with the truth. "What I think is…I'm falling in love with you.

" Her mouth parts slightly, but I keep going.

"Scratch that. I am in love with you. I love how you talk about your plants like they're actual people, and how your nose wrinkles when you're thinking hard about something.

I love that you're not afraid to push back at Kieran, but at the same time know when to pull back with Hunter.

I love seeing you turn into a flirty little schoolgirl with Brody, and…

how you always see me. Me . In a way that nobody else has bothered to look.

Ever." My heart is pounding with my confession.

When was the last time I put myself out there like this? Maybe I never have.

"Damien." Her voice is a whisper, and that's when I realize that tears have welled up in her eyes. Then her lips are on mine, her hands grasping my face as she leans forward. Our lips meld together in a tender, soul-wrenching kiss. I can taste her tears, but there's no sadness. Only…happiness?

"You love me?" She asks, hands slipping down to rest on my shoulders, her forehead resting against mine as we catch our breath.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?" Her question is so unsure, so hesitant, that I find myself taking her hands in mine.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." My guard is down, my heart is pounding, and it takes everything in me to not pull the blanket out of my backpack and lay it on the ground, taking her on top of it.

"Say it again." She demands, looking at me like she can't quite believe her eyes.

"I love you, bright eyes." The words fall from me easily, like I've said them a hundred times.

"An d you want me to bond you, and be with you forever?" She chokes out, her eyes scanning my face for any hint of a lie.

"Am I accidentally speaking Portuguese?" I ask, half-joking. I'm not even fluent, just enough to understand my grandparents when they call.

"Just…indulge me. I need to hear it. I had a pack for three years who wouldn't bond me, and my brain is having a hard time understanding—"

"Bethany Thomas," I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and wipe away a tear, "I love you, and I want you to bite and bond me. I am in full understanding of everything that entails."

Biting her lip, she nods, a bright smile taking over her face. "I love you too, Damien."

Words fail me. "You do?" At most, I had hoped she was falling for me. I never dreamed she'd…actually be in love with me right now.

"Of course I do. You're sweet and more caring than you let people see.

You always make sure Miles and I are taken care of, even when you think we're not paying attention.

Your constant flirting is just a veiled way to communicate your love language—words of affirmation.

" She wipes my cheek, and now I realize I've begun tearing up.

"I…one moment." I turn from her quickly, yanking the blanket out of the very bottom of my backpack, shocking a laugh out of her.

She mutters something about me being an actual Mary Poppins while I lay the blanket out on the hard stone floor.

It's not going to be super comfortable, but it'll do.

My omega watches me with an amused smile as I strip to just my shirt and boxers, folding my clothes in a neat pile on the edge of the blanket before sitting in the middle of it.

"Come here, gorgeous girl." I reach my hand out to her, and she stands, walking over to me.

She kicks her flip-flops off before standing on the blanket and taking my hand.

I p ull her closer, before letting go of her hand and reaching so my fingers hook into the waistband of her leggings.

I glance up at her, the question in my eyes, but she nods, biting her lip as she lets me pull them down and help her step out of them.

When she's bare from the waist down, I pull her down on top of me so she's straddling my lap, her knees against the blanket.

The violin music still plays softly as we finish undressing each other, her fingers running up my sides as she helps me pull off my shirt.

I shiver at the contact, and when I have her shirt off, her breasts pushed front and center by the magic of her bra, I can't help but bury my face there, kissing and licking at the soft swells.

Her head falls back, her hands tangling in my hair as she grinds her slick heat over my raging erection.

"Oh, Damien ," she gasps softly as I pop a pert nipple out of the cup of her bra and run my tongue over it.

I groan at the taste of her skin. Raspberry floral goodness, with just a hint of blueberry—

"Little omega," I rumble, lifting my head, "was your omega touching these perfect tits earlier?

" She punctuates my sentence with a hard grind, nearly making me hiss.

Just the knowledge that the only thing separating us is the thin fabric of my boxers almost has me blowing my load right then and there.

"Yes," she moans. "He did it on purpose." A gasp leaves her when I run my teeth over her stiff peak. "He…he wanted you to know he was there first."

I smirk at our other omega's mischievous nature. If it was anyone else who had done it, I would immediately think they were trying to stake their claim. But Miles? No, that omega wants to drive me even crazier than normal. He wants me begging and desperate for her.

Joke's on him. I'm always desperate for both of them.

"As if anyone could forget that," I chuckle darkly, releasing her breasts and kissing up her neck. "The only vision on par with you coming undone beneath me is the sight of him coming down my throat."

She moans at my words, grinding harder. "That's it bright eyes," I rumble, taking her hips and helping her move her soaking wet pussy over the bulge in my boxers, "Take what you need, gorgeous girl. I'm yours to use."

My words send her over the edge as slick gushes out of her, completely ruining my boxers, but I don't give two shits about that.

In fact, it just makes it all so much hotter.

She cries out her release, riding the waves of ecstasy until she nearly collapses in my arms. "I want you," she murmurs into my neck, making goosebumps erupt along my skin.

"You have me," I choke out. "All of me."

She gives me a satisfied grin as she gently pushes at my shoulders. "Lay down." I follow her directions, laying on the soft blanket as she starts to pull down my ruined boxers. She winces at the giant wet spot. "I'll wash these—"

"Don't you dare." The words leave me swiftly, the sound almost a growl.

She stalls, a small look of shock on her face before she giggles, shaking her head. The soaking boxers get placed next to my clean clothes, and in the next instant she's straddling me again, lining my pulsing cock at her entrance before she sinks alllll the way down.

I see stars.

We both moan as she lowers herself, bracing her hands on my chest. And then she rides me.

Her cheeks flush, both our breathing comes in sharp pants as my hips unconsciously chase hers.

As I look up at her, she looks like a damn angel.

Her black hair falling around her face in gentle waves as the glow from the string lights creates a sort of halo effect around her.

I need to save this image in my mind so I can paint it.

"Fuck, Bethany," I groan, my eyes closing for a second as her heat wraps around me. "You feel so damn good. Fuck, ride me."

I'm completely at her mercy as she lifts herself up, only to plunge right back down again, her nails digging into my chest the closer she gets to her orgasm. Gods, I hope her nails leave marks. Maybe I should get them tattooed on my chest.

My hands run up her soft, plush body as she moves over me, my hands gently squeezing her tits and tweaking her nipples. She looks so damn beautiful, with her cheeks and chest flushed red, her bright eyes trailing over my features, her lips parted softly.

Suddenly, I can't take it anymore. She's too far away.

"Kiss me," I murmur, and her eyes darken before she leans all the way down, her body flush with mine.

She moans into my mouth as my hands move to grip her ass, squeezing and kneading at the soft flesh. And then I take over.

I fuck up into her, my heels digging into the ground for stability as I hold her in place.

Her moans echo in the space around us, and I move to her neck, right under Miles' bite.

I don't know what comes over me, but the urgent need for everyone to know that she's mine takes hold, and I suck the patch of skin into my mouth. Hard.

"Ah! Damien!" She cries out, her pussy fluttering around my length as she comes again, milking my own orgasm from me. I groan, laving at the mouth-shaped bruise I left on her skin.

"Fuuuuck," I growl, my spine still tingling as I empty myself into her. "Fuck, I love you."

My legs collapse, and then we're just sprawled on the blanket, naked as the days we were born. Skin to skin, her chest heaving against mine as she tucks her head into my neck.

"I'm going to bite you right here," she whispers, pressing a kiss to my pulse point, making me shiver all over.

My arms tighten around her. "I'm going to hold you to that, bright eyes."