Page 60 of Their Knotty Pack (Starbrook City Omegaverse #3)

Miles

" C an you drive any faster?" I nearly whine, anxious to get home to Bethany. We were given permission to leave at lunch due to our pack emergency. I felt bad for having to leave early our last day of school, but it couldn't be helped.

Brody and Bethany are sitting at home, all by themselves, and my alpha is probably devastated. He's put blood, sweat, and tears into that place, and Pack Hansen just comes and fucks it all up?

Not fucking cool.

"Not without risking us getting pulled over," Damien mutters. "Is your scent getting stronger?"

Fuck. If Damien can smell with his beta nose…well, then I suppose it's not the stress of what happened with Bethany, and it is my heat coming.

"It's just a spike," I brush him off. "They usually start happening about a week before my heat."

" Just a spike?" Damien looks over at me like I'm a bomb ready to detonate at any moment. "What the hell? Miles, why didn't you say anything?"

"I can handle them," I grit out, despite the fact that I'm now aching for a knot. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's worse now that I've experie nced Kieran's cock up my ass. Now, I know what I'm missing.

I nearly jump out of my seat when Damien reaches over and puts the back of his hand against my forehead. "Holy shit, you're burning up." Then he palms my raging erection in my pants. "Damn, you're hard as a rock. Take that thing out."

"That thing?" I grumble, rubbing myself over the material. "I'm pretty sure road head only works when the receiver is the one driving."

Damien rolls his eyes at me. "We're almost home. Just take it out and let me touch you. I'll keep the pain at bay until we get there."

"Fine." I grit out, not quite sure why I'm so mad about getting a handy in the car on the way home. My hands fumble with my belt and zipper, and I arch my back, shimmying my pants down enough to let my cock spring free.

He looks at me with heat in his eyes briefly, before turning back to the road and reaching over with his free hand.

I hiss at the contact, as he starts working me, one hand on the steering wheel. "Fuck, Damien," I groan. "Your hand is almost as good as your mouth."

"Don't say that to me right now, blue," he clicks his tongue. "Because when we get home, you're going to need a knot, and I don't have one of those. Don't work me up if I won't get to play."

Shit. A knot. But Bethany didn't need a knot for her heat spikes, just an orgasm. Are male omegas different?

"I don't know if that's true," my hands grip the cushion of the seat while he continues stroking me, "about me needing a knot."

"I'd rather play it safe for now, love." Damien looks over at me briefly, his eyes darkening.

"That's so sweet," I tell him, my eyes snapping shut as we pull into the driveway of the farmhouse. "Maybe I'll suck your dick while Brody knots me."

Damien pu rrs, working me faster, "While you fuck bright eyes?" Was foursome on my bingo card for today? Nope, but there's no way in hell I'm complaining.

His hand moves away from me to put the car in park, and my eyes open to my swollen, red cock.

Before I've put myself away, the door to the farmhouse flings open, Bethany rushing out. I button my pants and get out of the car. "Your side of the bond is crazy, babe," she rushes to me, hands on my cheeks as she looks me over. "Are you going into heat now?"

"No, it's just a spike," I shake my head, taking her by the wrists. "Damien came up with a rather creative way to calm it though. Let's just say it'll require…all four of us."

By the time I'm in the nest, undressed and being handled by Bethany, I'm absolutely feral.

"I need…" I gasp, arching as her deft fingers stroke along my cock.

"I know, babe," Bethany murmurs, leaning in and kissing under my ear. "He's coming, okay?"

I nod, sharply inhaling when her other hand comes around to massage my tight hole. "Fuck, Bethanyyy."

Brody comes into the nest, completely naked and looking…nervous? Why does he look nervous?

"Brody?" I whimper, holding my arms out to him.

He's on top of me in a second. "I'm here, sprite," he presses a determined kiss to my lips. "I just…I've never…you're the only man I've ever been remotely attracted to."

"I'm aware," I give a pained grin, "care to prove it, hotshot?"

"As long as you know this means something to me, Miles. I'm not just here to be a knot for you. I'm here because…" his words trail off, his warm, brown eyes searching mine before the fingers disappear from my ass and two hands grasp each of our dicks, making us both hiss.

Looks like Bethany is getting as impatient as I am.

"Because I'm falling in love with you!" Brody rushes to get out, looking down at me. "I'm sure I'm just one mischievous prank or bad joke away from falling completely and totally—"

My face surges up, taking his mouth with mine. His hands move to grip my face as our tongues clash together, and his body weight is delicious on top of me—

A groan of pain leaves me, and in the next instant, Bethany's feminine hands are gripping Brody and guiding him to me. "He needs it, Brody," she says softly, running a hand through my hair. "You can't hold back. Not right now."

And he doesn't. My slick, making every part of me slippery, eases his way in so he impales me in one thrust. Instant relief fills me as I moan into his mouth. He swallows it down, groaning his own pleasure as he pulls back and thrusts back in again.

"Fuck Miles," he moans, his mouth separating from mine as he moves to kiss my jaw, licking at the shell of my ear.

It's then that I realize that Bethany's hand is between us, and she's jacking me off.

Perfect little thing.

"Wait," I gasp, and Brody pulls back, concern lining his features.

"What? Are you okay?"

"We…we had a plan!"

I hear Damien chuckle from his spot on my other side, where he had been so quiet I didn't even realize he was there.

"Brody, Miles, stand up. Bethany, lay on the bed."

We shuffle so that Bethany and I switch places, and then I'm entering her, sinking to the hilt. When Brody comes behind me though? When he plunges right back in and my dick is warm and wet at the same time that I'm stuffed full? It's a wonder I don't explode right then and there.

"Fuck us both, Brody." My sassy little nymph demands. "Let me feel you fuck our omega straight into me."

Brody groans, his head falling to my back as he takes control, thrusting into me so hard that I can't help but thrust into her…and then there's a cock at my lips.

Damien, on his knees next to us, arches a brow at me as I let him feed me his dick, and fuck. It's like something in me…is complete. I suck him down eagerly, letting Brody do all the work of fucking me into our girl.

I'm vaguely aware of Bethany's nails digging into my shoulders in the way that I love, and the fact that Brody is leaning forward over my shoulder to kiss her.

Good.

Damien's hands tighten in my hair and I groan around his length, loving the salty, wet taste of him.

"Ah! Miles! Brody!" Bethany cries out, clenching so hard around my cock I almost come right there.

"Don't forget my name, bright eyes," Damien grits out, moving one of his hands, and out of the corner of my eye I see him stick two fingers in her mouth. She sucks .

The sight sets me on fucking fire . Three things happen in quick succession. Damien groans, spilling down my throat, the taste making me clench around Brody. Damien's fingers in her mouth sets off Bethany, who squeezes me so tight, when Brody thrusts his knot inside of me, I do black out.

My throat is hoarse from my cry when I blink open my eyes, my body collapsed on top of Bethany. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, while Brody is holding me around the waist, breathing heavily.

His knot pulses inside me, and finally, finally that ache deep inside me eases.

"Next time," Bethany pants, rubbing her hands down my back, "I'm getting the silicon lock, and you're gonna be stuck with me ."

A breathl ess laugh leaves me as I press a kiss to her lips. "Deal."

Damien, who must have left the bed when I passed out, comes back with two wet washcloths, handing one to Brody and keeping one for himself as he gently maneuvers Bethany from underneath us, and Brody lays us on our side.

I watch with sleepy eyes as Damien cleans Bethany up, pressing gentle kisses to her face and hair.

Brody's hand runs up and down my bare side, his lips finding my neck and sending a shiver straight through me.

"How do you feel?" He murmurs into my ear, his hand still stroking the skin.

"Better," I sigh, annoyed that I can't see his face. "Thank you. And I'm sorry if you felt rushed or like you had to—"

"No," Brody says sternly, pinching my side. "That's exactly how I didn't want you to feel, sprite."

I huff. "Yeah, but—"

"No buts." His hand moves to squeeze my ass. "Well, except this one. I wanted you. Want you. I just didn't know how to do any of it. I'm glad Bethany was here to get me out of my own head and tell me exactly what you needed."

"She is a great sex-conductor." I nod seriously. "Hey Brody?"

"Hmm?"

"What about your butt?"

"I don't follow."

"You said, 'no buts except this one,' and I'm asking—is your ass off the table? Or would you let me fuck it?"

I kind of just want to make him squirm. But when I feel his dick pulse inside of me as his fingers tighten on my skin…"I'll try anything once," Brody shrugs his shoulders like it's no big deal, but I can feel just how much he liked that idea.

"I want Brody's ass." Bethany pouts as she crawls over to us, Damien settling in behind her.

"Too late, nymph," I bop her nose. "Finders keepers."

"You didn 't find his ass."

"Can we please stop talking about my ass?" Brody sighs, clearly done with our shit.

I ignore him. "Oh! How about, you peg me while I fuck Brody? Huh?" My brows waggle, and Bethany moves to grab her phone, muttering something about finding quality strap-ons.

Damien looks over his shoulder, shaking his head at whatever he sees, and nodding at other options.

Brody's knot deflates, and he grabs the rag from the bedside table before gently cleaning me and kissing my shoulder.

Then I eat my omega's pussy against the wall of the shower, her screams echoing for the whole house to hear.

All-in-all, I'd say my first heat spike was a success.