Page 54 of Their Knotty Pack (Starbrook City Omegaverse #3)

Bethany

N ot very long apparently. We take one step inside the house and he snaps. One second, I'm putting my purse on the small table next to the front door, and the next I'm being backed up against the wall, my hands held above my head as his hips pin me in place and he runs his nose up my neck.

"Brody?" I squeak, my heart pounding. I'm not scared by any means—I know Brody would never hurt me—but this reaction…I've never seen anything like this from him. Kieran, maybe. But not Brody.

"Do you know," his voice is a low, guttural sound as his hips keep me in place, "how damn hard I've been all day, seeing you flounce around the office in that fucking skirt, knowing all the other alphas in the office could see you? Scent you?"

"I'm sorry—" He cuts off my words by gripping my chin and pressing a savage kiss to my lips.

"Don't you dare apologize. Not for making me want you so badly." His pupils are blown, chest heaving as he pulls back to look at me, but I can't stop focusing on his words. He wants me.

The pressure of his hand holding my arms up, making me feel totally helpless sends a trickle of slick out of me.

Then, it's like he snaps back into focus.

His eyes dart from his hand on my chin to the one holding my wrists, and he drops both, backing away like I burned him. "Fuck!" He runs a hand through his hair, looking panicked. "Bethany, I'm so sorry."

"You…you want me?" I ask, unmoving.

"I…" he huffs a breath, shaking his head like he can't believe that's the question I just asked. "Bethany, I just cornered you like a damn animal. Like I'm no better than the very packs I'm trying to go against—"

"Don't say that," before I know it, I'm standing in front of him, taking his face in my hands.

He lets me hold him there as I look at him, his breathing coming in short pants.

"You are nothing like them." Never mind the fact that him at near feral was gentler with me than Kieran was the first time we had sex.

"I almost—"

"Whatever you think you were about to do, Brody, you didn't even get close. Besides, if I had said to stop, you would have. In case you didn't notice, I very much did not say stop."

"You should be running—"

"Your alpha is on edge, right? Because I was around other alphas all day, and I'm not…claimed by you?"

His face is still in my hands as he huffs a breath. "Yes."

"So claim me." My hands travel from his face, down his neck, and across his chest. My fingers wrap around his tie and I pull him to me. "Make me yours in the way you can until we can bond."

His warm brown eyes blink at me, his nose an inch from mine. "You…you want to bond with me?"

Shit. I didn't really mean to say that out loud. Wordlessly, I nod, and in the next instance, his eyes flash black and I'm being thrown over his shoulder in a total alpha caveman move. "What's your safeword? I don't know how gentle I can be right now."

He's not asking because he doesn't know, but because he's reminding me that I'm the one in control. After my evening with Damien and Miles last week, we had a pack meeting and determined that all sexual encounters will follow the traffic light system.

"Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for keep going."

"Good girl." He pats my ass. I can't even complain, though I do brace my hands against his firm ass as he bounds up the stairs.

In fact, I can't seem to stop giggling, my heart giddy with excitement at the prospect of Brody claiming me.

We pass by the open door of the nest, where Damien and Miles are lounging.

Their brows jump up, and I give them a huge smile and a thumbs up as Brody keeps walking down the hall.

We enter Brody's room, which I realize I've never been inside.

I don't get a chance to study it, though, because then he's laying me on the bed with all the care and gentleness in the world.

"Don't move." His words come out as a strained growl, and I nod, the sound sending licks of pleasure across my body.

Seeing Brody completely unhinged is really doing something for me.

He pulls his tie off with a yank, unbuttons his shirt so hard I'm pretty sure a button flies off somewhere, and steps out of pants and boxers.

Then he yanks off his socks, and my alpha is stood in front of me, completely naked.

He's not built like a tank like Hunter, or lean and toned like Miles or Damien, but the faint ridges of a six pack still glare at me, the muscles of his thighs flexing as he moves towards me.

When he gently pulls off the heels I wore to work, his touch sends goosebumps across my skin. His large, warm hands skim up my legs, until he reaches the hem of my skirt. "So soft," he murmurs, almost to himself.

"Please, Brody," I gasp as his hands push my skirt up over my hips, and he dives in, his nose burying in my underwear.

" Fuckkk ," he growls, before covering my entire clothed pussy with his mouth.

"Ah !" I cry out as he sucks on me through the fabric, the sensation of it against my bare skin combined with his mouth almost too much.

Then, he fucking rips them off me. "Hey!" I protest, trying to prop myself up on my elbows. "I liked thoooooose—" My sentence is cut off by him licking from my ass to my clit, sending every nerve sparking to life.

"I'll buy you a new pair," he rumbles into my pussy before he hooks my leg over his shoulder, diving in like it's his last damn meal.

I can't even argue, the way he just absolutely devours me sends tingles all the way to my toes.

My hands bury in his surprisingly soft hair, and I let my head fall back, losing myself in the pure pleasure he's so determined to give me.

"Ah! Brody!" I cry out as my pussy clenches around nothing, slick gushing out of me like a damn waterfall.

Brody just licks it up, and…keeps going?

"What? Brody I can't—"

"Yes you can, beautiful. One more, I know you have it in you."

"But…Brody—"

My legs try to wriggle out of his grasp, and he looks up at me. "Color?"

My shoulders sag in relief. That's right, I'm in control. This stops the second I say so.

"Green," I let go, watching him grin as he devours me once again. The small reprieve made some of the oversensitivity go away, and it's only thirty seconds later that I'm shattering under his tongue, screaming my release as my hands fist the sheets.

"You're so beautiful," he groans, sitting back and wiping his mouth. Then he's over me, lining his cock up with my entrance and then sliding all the way inside in one thrust. "Fuck," he grounds out, his forehead falling to mine. "You're so fucking tight, Bethany."

I feel so full I'm going to burst, and it's all I can to do not scream when he hikes my leg over his shoulder and drives in even deeper. But then, he just…sits there.

"Sorry, but if I move too much, I'm going to blow and this will be the most unsatisfying thirteen seconds of your life."

"Brody," I whimper, my pussy flexing around him.

"Shhh, I know beautiful," then, he starts to shallowly thrust his hips, a little bit at a time while holding my leg to his chest. He turns his head, pressing a kiss to my ankle.

"I thought you said you couldn't be gentle right now," I tease between labored breaths, the ridges of his cock hitting me in all the right places.

"Not rough enough for you?" Brody asks with a grin, even though his breathing is shallow, like he's holding himself back.

"As long as you claim me, Brody," I look up into his eyes, "you can be as rough as you need.

" My words seem to trigger something inside him.

In one swift move, he's pulling out, flipping me onto my hands and knees, and pushing down between my shoulder blades.

I'm presenting, I realize, something Pack Hansen never asked me to do. My omega preens at the fact that our alpha wants us like this—ready and willing.

When he thrusts back into me, it's not this cold, impersonal claiming.

No, his entire body curls over my back, one of his hands threading through mine on the bed as the other one loosely grips my throat.

"Who do you belong to?" He says into my ear, withdrawing his cock before punching his hips forward again, hitting my g-spot.

Well, fuck, he's really not messing around on the claiming thing.

"You," I cry out as he continues to rut into me, his cock the almost violent instrument for my pleasure. "I belong to you."

"Who else?" He licks up my neck, making me moan.

"Miles. Damien." My breathing comes out in short pants. "Kieran. H…Hunter."

"Th at's right, beautiful girl," Brody groans, his hips moving faster. "And who do we all belong to?"

"Us!" I cry out as Brody sits us both back, still driving into me as we stand on our knees in his bed. The hand that had been threaded through my fingers reaches down to strum at my clit. "Miles and me!"

"Every morning," he groans, running his teeth over my neck as he continues to strum at my clit, "before we leave for work, one of us is going to mark you with our cum.

I don't care if it's Miles, Damien, Kieran, Hunter, or me.

Whether it's cumming in your pussy, down your throat, or on these fucking perfect tits.

I need you to smell like at least one of us while you're in the office until we're all bonded. Will you do that for me?"

With the way he's making me feel, I'd agree to just about anything right now, but the idea of always being covered in at least one of their scents does something crazy to my omega hind brain.

"Fuck yes. I'll do it. I'll take it all."

Brody groans, my words sending him over the edge as he pulses inside me, but he doesn't stop his ministrations on my clit.

If anything, he only goes harder, shoving his knot into me as he finds his release, and a second later I'm following after him, my high pitched keening probably alerting Damien and Miles to just how well things are going.

We collapse in a pile of limbs, still stuck together as Brody's arms wrap tight around me. I'm stuck in this half-asleep state of contentment for I don't know how long when he suddenly curses. "What is it?" I ask sleepily.

"There's no bathroom in here. I wanted to clean you up."

"We can go to the nest? Once the knot goes down?"

He frowns. "But then we have to get dressed."

I shrug. "A little semi-public nudity never killed anyone."

He laughs, and a minute later his knot completely slips out, allowing him to scoop me up and carry me bridal style down the hall, both of us completely naked.

"Well that sounded like you had fun, little nymph." Miles smiles at me, putting his book down.

"I did," I confirm as Brody sets me on the bed and disappears into our bathroom. "…and," I whisper, leaning in close. "Brody is totally hiding some dominant vibes."

Miles grins, his brows shooting up. "Really? I never would have guessed that."

"His alpha was on edge from having me be around so many alphas all day, unclaimed. So I told him to claim me."

"Do you think he'll go crazy if I tell him how many alpha teachers work at my school?" He gives me a mischievous grin, and I shake my head.

"Maybe."

Brody returns with the washcloth, gently wiping between my thighs.

That's when Miles hops off the bed, walks around to where Brody is cleaning me up, grabs his face, and presses a open-mouthed, full-of-tongue kiss to his his lips.

"Thanks for taking care of our girl." Then he disappears downstairs, leaving a very red, flustered Brody behind.