Page 69 of Their Knotty Pack (Starbrook City Omegaverse #3)

Bethany

I 'm surprised when Hunter and I pull up to the farmhouse at two in the morning to see the lights on in the house. After they knew we were going to the beach (thanks, super-spy camera earrings), I thought that they would go to bed.

I underestimated Miles' worry.

The moment I'm in the door, strong arms wrap around me, blueberry and dark chocolate tinged with stress filling my senses.

"You're never doing that again." Miles pouts into my neck, where his nose is currently inhaling my scent. Then he pulls back with a gasp, his eyes wide. "You have Hunter all over you!"

Then his gaze flits down, then to where Hunter is presumably behind me. He takes in the fact that I'm only wearing Hunter's SCPD shirt, and that Hunter has no shirt on. Then a huge smile takes over. "So, it finally happened, huh?"

Damien comes behind Miles, his eyes heavy with sleep. "We tried to get him to come to bed, but he wasn't having any of it. Couldn't even tempt him with a blowie." He winks at me.

I frown. "Miles, I'm sorry. If I knew how worked up you were, we would have come straight home."

"Oh stop that," Miles brushes me off, "clearly, you guys getting…all that out in the open…on the beach, needed to happen."

I glance behind Miles and see Brody and Kieran passed out on the couch, their heads falling back with their light snores.

Hunter steps around me, cupping Miles' cheek. "Thank you for being so understanding." Miles leans into the touch, and when Hunter leans down to brush their lips together, it turns into something so much more, very, very quickly.

Smiling, I back into Damien, who wraps his arms around my waist. The sight of Miles and Hunter together, exploring each other's mouths sets me on fire. Miles' scent quickly loses any ounce of stress and rapidly takes on a more…potent quality.

Shit.

Way more potent than any of the heat spikes he's been experiencing.

"You're so hot, Miles," Hunter pulls back, gasping, and Miles flushes.

"You're not so bad yourself—"

"No," Hunter shakes his head, and Miles pouts, "I mean, yes, but that's not what I was saying. You're burning up. Do you feel okay?"

Yep, his heat is starting.

"Mmm…I feel like I really want your dick in my mouth, alpha," Miles licks his lips as he starts to squat down, but there are a few conversations we need to have before anything gets that far.

"Hold on babe," I grab Miles' shoulder and steer him to the front room, where Brody and Kieran are jerking awake, "we need to talk first."

We should have had this talk a while ago, but…well, we had a few things going on.

"Oh nymph, look at you," he bats his lashes at me, and he almost seems like he could be drunk, "I bet you looked so pretty, taking Hunter's cock like the goddess you are."

I pointedly ignore him as I sit him in one of the chairs. "Miles, focus." He blinks up blearily at me.

"But baby , I want a knot. Oh! You should get out your silicon lock—Ah!" He doubles over, a cramp taking hold. We don't have much time.

"Miles," I stare into his eyes, "We talked about bonding everyone, right?"

There, now I have his attention. He nods, his eyes wide. How the hell did he get me to focus when my heat was starting?

Oh shit. That's right. He gave me an orgasm.

"But," I continue, shimmying down his pants and popping his cock out, "what about how you wanted to ask them?"

His brow furrows, thinking about what I just said, while at the same time he bites his lip, watching me stroke up and down his shaft. "If I let you come down my throat, do you think you'll be able to think clearly enough to get everyone's presents?"

A chorus of groans going off reminds me that we are not, in fact, by ourselves, and I fight the blush that rises to my cheeks. We're about to get a lot more familiar with each other anyway.

At Miles’ nod, I grin, and lean forward, taking him into my mouth, dark chocolate and blueberry exploding on my tongue like a decadent desert.

He hisses as my tongue strokes under his shaft, and his hand fists the hair at the nape of my neck, just the way I like it.

Even if my hair hadn't come mostly undone with Hunter earlier, it definitely would have now.

Miles bucks his hips helplessly underneath me as I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him hard. A hand cups my cheek, and I glance over to see Kieran looking at me with a mixture of lust and adoration. "What a good girl, taking care of your omega," he murmurs into my ear, training his eyes on Miles.

"Is she wet?" Miles gasps as I bob up and down on him, and I don't need to look to know what he's going to do.

Kieran's hand trails down my back and moves under my shirt, shoving my thong aside and dipping his fingers into me.

My breath hitches a little, making Miles' dick twitch in my mouth, and Kieran pulls his fingers out, tsking.

"Hunter, I thought you were a gentleman," I can hear the smirk in his voice. "But here you are, leaving our omega stuffed full of your cum."

Hunter lets out a strangled noise. "We…we didn't have many cleanup options at the beach."

Then I feel Miles leaning forward, and out of the corner of my eye see him grabbing Kieran's fingers with his free hand sucking them clean .

Miles groans, and then he's cumming, his release hitting the back of my throat as his tongue swirls around Kieran's fingers. "Oh fuck, baby," he moans, releasing Kieran and pulling me off him to devour my mouth. Our kiss tastes like a mix of Hunter, Miles, and me, and fuck does it taste good.

"Feeling better?" I ask, breathing heavily.

"Yeah," he rasps, kissing me gently again.

"You should go get your presents," I remind him, and then his eyes are fluttering open.

"You're right! We don't know how much longer I have!" He pops up, and rushes to the stairs.

"Presents?" Brody asks, crouching next to where I'm still on my knees and brushing a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Yes." I nod seriously, sitting back and crossing my legs. "He worked really hard on them. He poured his heart and soul into every single gift, so you better appreciate it."

"Okay!" Miles comes rushing down the stairs, his hands behind his back.

"Everyone, close your eyes, hold out your hands, and don't look until I tell you to.

" Damien, Hunter, Kieran, and Brody comply, and I stifle my laugh as Miles puts a keychain in each of their outstretched palms. "Now you can look. "

They open their eyes, one by one, and I want to giggle at all they're varying reactions. "Um…Miles?" Brody chokes out, his face red from trying not to laugh. He holds up the plastic resin keychain that has a pair of vampire fangs on them.

Now, when we bought them, they had said "Bite Me, Bitch." But Miles has scrawled a "please" at the top, and added the top half of a question mark above the period so it now reads "Please Bite Me, Bitch?"

"Yes?" Miles flutters his lashes and gives him his best innocent look.

"Is this how you're asking us to bond you?"

"Duh," Miles rolls his eyes before he bursts out laughing, and I can't help but join him.

The looks on all their faces were priceless.

Sensing it's safe, the others can't contain their laughter, especially when Damien realizes that his has been modified even further to read "Please Bite Me YOU, Bitch? "

"Well?" Miles hedges, looking around the room eagerly. "Will you all bond me?"

The resounding "yes" has Miles grinning like a fiend, and they all go in for a group hug. Then…the eyes fall on me.

"I…I didn't prepare any kind of cute gift," I say nervously, suddenly self conscious even though they all just watched me swallow Miles down. "I mean really, Miles stole the only good idea there is…."

"Bluebell…" Hunter breaks away, coming over to me.

"Do you want us to bond you when your heat comes around?

" Biting my lip, I nod. They won't be able to bond me until I'm the one in heat, since heat pheromones help with the healing time and reduce the chance of infection.

"Yes, I—ah!" Pain slices through my lower abdomen, and I clutch my arms around myself, fighting the aching need that's growing to accompany the pain.

"Shit," Hunter hisses, kneeling down and pressing a hand against my forehead. "She's burning up too."

"No," I shake my head, but Hunter is already scooping me up. "I just had my heat, remember? I'm not due for another one yet—ah!" Another cram p rips through me, and I'm vaguely aware of Kieran carrying Miles up to the nest ahead of us.

"I was doing research on scent-matched omega pairs," Brody says lowly, "and the data was skewed, one, because there's so few of them, and two, because less than twenty percent ended up bonding to packs. But, the ones that did, ended up syncing their heats."

"Why didn't Miles go into heat when Bethany did last then?" Hunter asks lowly, reaching the top of the stairs.

"I don't know," Brody sighs. "It could be a number of things.

Maybe it was because we weren't all there, so they didn't have all our scents.

Maybe they need to be with the pack a certain amount of time before it happens, maybe his omega knew that Bethany needed someone to advocate for her.

We might never know. But…it was always a possibility this would happen. "

"And nobody thought to warn me?" I grumble shifting in Hunter's hold as my vision goes a little hazy. I don't hear their response, because I'm being put on the bed, and everything touching my skin is scratchy, and I just want it all off.

Now.

I rip Hunter's shirt off my back, but then hold it to my nose, breathing in his scent. Yes, that can go up top by my pillows…

Miles joins me a second later. "I'll strip them," he murmurs, before going to the edge of the nest and demanding each member of our pack removes their clothes. He gives me half while he takes the other half, and we work together to weave the clothes into our nests.

"It's not enough," I find myself close to tears, why isn't it enough? Another cramp rocks through me, and I hear Miles barking orders at our alphas and beta.

"Sheets! Towels! Bring me your hampers!"

They scatter, off to retrieve the items he “requested”.

Then he wraps his arms around me as I double over, my face pushing into the mattress. "Why is this happening, Miles? It hurts."

"Shh, shh , I know baby. I know it does.

But our guys are getting more blankets and clothes okay?

And then one of the alphas can knot you while another knots me, okay?

" I look up at him, blinking the tears out of my eyes.

"Why are you taking care of me, Miles? You're in heat too.

In fact, I'm stealing your heat! This was supposed to be your thunder, your moment with everyone, and I'm...I'm… "

"No, nymph. I love taking care of you. Besides, you took care of me ten minutes ago when you sucked my soul out through my dick, and you've had zero orgasms since you started cramping.

So really, I'm in a better position to take care of you than you realize.

" A shaky laugh leaves me as his words sink in.

The guys come crashing back into the room, all their arms full of laundry. "Good. Good." Miles nods. "Dump it all on the bed."

They do, and focusing on making sure our nest is perfect for our first heat together drives away some of the pain. Then I weave Kieran's shirt in with Hunter's sweatpants, and suddenly…something clicks. The briefest moment of peace washes over me. The nest is complete.

Miles sighs. "You feel that, baby?"

Huffing a breath, I nod. "Yeah, it's—"

"Ah!" We double over at the same time, the cramps hitting us again.

Hunter scoops me up while Brody wraps his arms around Miles. "We need to know when you want to bond," Hunter looks between the two of us. Miles and I exchange a pained glance.

"Whenever you feel it's right," I finally say, and Miles nods along with me.

"Okay, all this talk is fun, but I need someone to knot me now," Miles whines, and Brody delivers, pushing him down on the bed and entering him from behind. A moan of relief fills him, and my own need clenches within me, drawing an omega whine out.

"I got yo u, bluebell," Hunter says, laying me down on the bed, not unlike how we were on the beach mere hours ago. "But I need to bite you first, okay?"

He wants to bite me…now? I'm nodding before I realize what I'm doing, and in the next second, his teeth are piercing the skin right above my knee, the pain morphing to pleasure as he quickly moves himself up my body and sinks into me.

That faint, half connection forms, a floating tendril in the night, waiting for me to take hold.

The last thing I remember clearly before I'm lost to the haze of the heat is sinking my teeth into his neck.