Page 58 of Their Knotty Pack (Starbrook City Omegaverse #3)

Kieran

C hompy could use some cheering up.

It's been a few days since Damien brought her home from the station, in an almost catatonic state. She went straight to bed and Damien told Miles, Brody, and I all about what they learned from Bethany tonight.

She's blaming herself for something she has no control over, and I won't stand for it.

So I took a day off, went to the lumber store, and got to work.

Five hours later I'm sweating in the backyard, table-saw off to the side, and am finishing up staining the wood.

She'll love this.

A set of floating bookshelves, with holes cut out of the wood so she can set some of her plants inside. Like bookends.

"Well, I never thought I had a woodworker fantasy before now." I grin at the sound of Miles' voice coming from the deck, and I turn, pulling the hem of my shirt up to wipe the sweat from my face. He groans at the sight of my abs, and to be honest, I did it on purpose.

He's wearing this polo that pulls tight over the muscles of his pecs, his glasses hanging off the collar. His shoulder bag is still on his shoulder , meaning he just got home from work. Usually he showers right away, so I'm surprised he came out here first.

But then his eyes aren't on me anymore, they're on the shelves I've just spent hours laboring over. His jaw drops. "Kieran…she's going to love that." He comes down the steps and stands next to me. He's shorter than me by a few inches, and more lean than my bulky muscles.

Pride fills my chest, and damn if I don't blush a little. "You think?" I ask, rubbing the back of my neck.

"You're cute when you're bashful," Miles grins, elbowing me.

"Oh? What about when I'm not bashful?" I arch a brow at him.

"Then you're a mix between broody-hot and sarcastic-hot."

"Broody? I don't brood." The corner of my mouth fights with me, trying so hard to tilt up.

"Oh, please. You brood so hard, you put Edward Cullen to shame." He turns to face me, and I match him, until our chests are almost touching.

"Did you just compare me to a fictional, sparkly, vampire?"

"As opposed to the very common non -fictional, sparkly vampires running around?" He suppresses a smirk.

I can't keep the laugh out of my voice. "You're a brat."

"Better a brat than a blood-sucking creature who shines like diamonds in the sun." But his hands are on my chest, almost unconsciously, and mine are gripping his waist.

I don't know who moves first, but one moment we're grinning dopily at each other, and the next our mouths are crashing together, our tongues tangling.

He tastes like blueberry and dark chocolate, and something distinctly Miles .

Cuddling on the couch. Him throwing pillows at me.

The excitement in his voice when he talks about something he loves.

Our hard cocks grind together under our clothing as I hold him closer to me, his hips bucking slightly against me.

"I…" he pulls back, his chest heaving as his eyes search mine, "I want you to fuck me, Kieran."

His expression hold something back, though.

"But…?" I ask, placing a finger under his chin.

He gives me a small smile before shaking his head. "But, I've never…never been fucked. Like that."

"By a guy?" My brows shoot up. I don't know why that surprises me so much, but it does. Maybe because he's been so comfortable kissing me…among other things.

"Yeah." He huffs a breath. "Don't get me wrong, I'm intimately familiar with everything up to the fucking part, I just never met a guy that I…trusted enough."

My heart clenches at his words. Does that mean…he trusts me?

"What would make you feel more comfortable?" I ask, moving my hand from his chin to cup his cheek. He leans into the contact.

"I think…"

"I volunteer as tribute!" Bethany's voice sounds from the deck, and Miles and I turn, giving her a questioning look.

"Tribute for what, nymph?" Miles asks, an amused smile on his face.

"I don't know," she shrugs, bounding down the steps to join us, also still in her work clothes. "I just saw you two all cozy down here and wanted to insert myself into the situation."

She seems better today. Maybe some time at work, getting her mind off things, helped a bit. "Oh, baby, you know you're welcome in my situation any time." Miles grins, pulling her over to him by her belt loops. "In fact, I was just telling Kieran that I wanted him to… situate me."

Her eyes dart between us, and then realization dawns on her features. "Ohhh," she says knowingly. "Did you…did you ever figure out how to get past that…mental block?"

Wow, they really do tell each other everything.

"I was ju st about to tell him before you burst in, heroically volunteering as tribute," he teases, but her smile falls a little.

"Oh," her cheeks redden slightly, "sorry."

"What? No, don't be sorry. What part of 'any time', made you think you had to be sorry?"

"I don't know…ah…" aaand, she's searching for an exit.

"I made you something!" I blurt out, and her eyes land on me in shock. Before she can say anything, I'm moving to the table where the stain is drying. "It's still wet, but look! You can put them anywhere you want. The nest, the living room, wherever."

"Are those…?" She walks closer, her fingers flexing like she wants to touch, but then thinks better of it. "Are those holes for the pots of my plants?"

My cheeks heat again. Fuck, I'm not good at this shit.

Miles smiles at me like I'm just fucking adorable, and my fingers itch to throw him over my lap and spank him. Brat.

"They are," Miles grins, "and he took PTO to work on them. He spent all day making them for you."

She turns to me, eyes wide, little tears gathering in the corners. Shit. I made her cry? How did I make her cry?

It occurs to me that the tears might not be a bad thing when she rushes me, throwing her arms around my waist and pressing her face into my chest. "Thank you," she says in a muffled voice. "Nobody…nobody's ever made me something like that before."

"You like them?" I ask, mentally cursing how hopeful I sound.

"So much." She sniffles, before getting on her tiptoes, putting her hands on my shoulders, and kissing me. "Thank you. When can we hang them up?"

"The stain will be dry in around twenty-four hours," I tell her, and she fucking pouts .

"That's a long time to wait for shelves that I was so excited about," she mumbles, and Miles catches her around the w aist.

"I know of at least one thing you can do to pass the time," he grins deviously, his eyes darting up to me.

"What?" She frowns.

"Well, like I said before, Kieran and I were talking, and since neither of us have had sex with another guy…I was thinking it might be good to have you there. To…take the pressure off."

Her arousal hits the air almost instantly. "You want me to…watch?" Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

"Yes and no," Miles nips at her earlobe, making her gasp, "I think it would be fun for you to…direct."

Now the backyard smells like a damn raspberry-blueberry-chocolate dessert.

"Like…tell you both what to do?" Her voice is breathless, and he nods, kissing up her neck.

"Is that something you want?" I ask, my own cock impossibly hard at the idea of her conducting us like little puppets.

"I…" Her breath catches. "I think so."

"That way," Miles kisses her temple, "we have the decisions taken out of our hands, and if one of us doesn't like something, it's not the other person's fault."

I'm already aware that I probably can't be as rough with Miles as I am with Bethany, so having her there, not only watching us, but making sure I don't go too far? Well, let‘s just say, I like the idea. A lot.

"Kieran?" Miles' attention is now on me. "What do you think?"

"I think…" I smirk, adjusting my cock in my pants, "I think we're all going to need a shower before my omega tells me how to fuck my other omega."

"Get on y our knees, Miles." Bethany tries to sound confident from her spot in the egg-shaped chair in the corner, even though we can both hear a hint of nerves.

Miles immediately drops to his knees, his face level with my throbbing, waiting cock.

"Good boy," Bethany croons, and fuck that's hot. "Now take him in your mouth, but only the tip."

At Miles' instant obedience, she gains more confidence, sitting forward slightly. My head falls back, as my hands reach for his hair.

I feel a little whack on my arm, and I look down to see Bethany giving me a chastising look. "Alpha, I didn't tell you to touch him, did I?"

I suppress my grin. She's cute when she thinks she's in charge.

"No," I sigh, keeping my hands at my sides. "You didn't."

She nods once, like she's happy with my answer, and then I realize that Miles isn't moving at all. He's just sitting there, like a good, obedient little puppy.

She gets on her knees next to him, before whispering in his ear loud enough so I can hear, "Suck him down."

And fuck does he. Miles starts bobbing on my cock like he can't get enough of my taste, and my fingers flex with the need to be in his hair. I hold back though, and Bethany seems to appreciate my efforts, because she says "You can touch, but do not facefuck my omega."

My fingers instantly thread through his hair, not pushing him, but just following along for the ride as he swallows me down. Holy shit, he's good at that. His tongue runs along the underside of my shaft, and the tingles start in the base of my spine—

"Off," she tells Miles suddenly, and he pops off with a grin, looking up between her and me.

"He got too close," Bethany chides, "he would have spilled down your pretty throat instead of your perfect ass.

We wouldn't want that, would we?" I find myself shaking my h ead along with her.

Damn. Dominant Bethany is a sight to fucking behold.

"Miles, hands and knees, on the bed. Kieran, you should be wet enough to gently enter him.

" She enunciates gently, most likely remembering our first time fucking each other when she wasn't in her heat.

"Male omegas are built to take knots just like females, but even a female omega's first time taking a knot can be…

a lot." She looks between the two of us. "Okay?" she hedges.

We both nod, scrambling to follow her directions.

When Miles' ass is in front of me, I find myself leaning forward, licking the slick hole. Male omegas produce slick from both their dick and their ass, apparently, if the blueberry-dark chocolate explosion is anything to go off.

Miles hitches his breath at the contact, and Bethany lays on the bed so she's next to Miles. All he has to do is turn his head, and he can look straight into her eyes.

The first press of my dick into him is so intense I almost black out.

"Breathe, babe," Bethany whispers to him, kissing his cheek, and I'm suddenly so much happier that he decided to have Bethany here for this.

I was happy before, of course, but from a horny-alpha standpoint. This…this is different.

"Fuuuuck," I grind out, stopping after I push another inch in. "Are you okay, blue?" He nods wordlessly, and Bethany's voice is strangled when she speaks.

"Keep going. He wants more. I can feel it in the bond. He wants you to keep going until you're all the way in." Miles nods wordlessly in agreement, a keening cry on the edge of his tongue, so I do as she says, slowly pushing inside him until I can't anymore.

The whole time, she praises Miles like she's being fucking paid to.

And it's hot as fuck. "You like that, babe?

" Her voice is low and husky as she whispers in his ear.

"You like that big alpha cock in that tight, virgin ass?

It feels so good, doesn't it? Look at you, so perfect taking his dick like th at. "

Holy fucking shit. Did she like…take a class in dirty talk or something? I'm half tempted to ask Miles to fuck me next time, just so I can hear that voice in my ear.

When I'm fully seated inside him, my hands roam over his ass, squeezing. "Kieran," he gasps out, finally. "Fuck. I'm so fucking full.”

"You feel so good," I groan, pulling out slowly, my cock gliding with ease now.

"Kieran," Bethany says in that fucking sexy voice, "reach around and stroke your omega's cock."

One of my hands stays on his ass, my fingertips digging in the flesh, while my other reaches around and starts stroking his length.

"Shit, fuck, shit!" Miles starts panting, his hips bucking as he impales himself on me.

"What a beautiful, perfect boy you are for your alpha," she murmurs in his ear, and he moans louder, punching his cock into my hand harder and harder. "Look at you, my sweet, perfect omega."

I didn't think it was possible but he grips me even tighter, and that's when I lose it.

My hips punch forward, slamming into him with a roar as I explode. I don't dare knot him this time, but when he feels my cock pulsating, emptying inside him, his own dick starts to throb as the hot, sticky warmth of his release coats my hand.

I pull out, watching as my cum drips out of his asshole, and the bed dips as Bethany runs to the bathroom, coming back a second later with a wet rag. I take it from her gratefully, cleaning both Miles and I up before we collapse on the bed.

Bethany leans over, kissing me first, and then Miles, before whispering, "I love you," and trying to sneak out the door.

"What about you, nymph?" Miles murmurs sleepily, and she pauses, giving us a small smile.

"I think I'll go help Damien or Brody out, seeing as they probably heard all of that. You guys take all the time you need."

"Give the m both a kiss for me. And Bethany?" Miles calls out.

"Yeah, babe?"

"I love you. You're the best sex-conductor ever."

She snorts a laugh. "I'll be sure to put that on my resume. I'll come get you guys when dinner is ready, okay?"

My arms tighten around my omega, a piece of me settling. I don't know if either of them are quite ready to hear how I feel about them just yet, but one thing's for sure—I need to convince Miles to bond with me during his' heat.