Page 7 of Their Knotty Pack (Starbrook City Omegaverse #3)

"It's my nest, Bethany," he says, sitting back on his knees and peeling off his shirt. "I'll share it with whoever I damn well please." His chest is even more defined than I thought, and I want to run my tongue over every bump and ridge of his defined torso.

My teeth tug on my bottom lip.

Yes, sir.

"Now, are you going to take off your shirt? Or do you have any more objections to me worshipping my omega in our nest?"

Biting back my grin, I curl upwards, pulling off my shirt so I'm left in just my bra.

"That too, little nymph" he growls, motioning to the offending piece of fabric still covering me.

Then he stands, shucking off his sweatpants and letting his hard cock bob free.

I lick my lips at the sight. It's not as girthy as some alpha cocks are, but the slight curve of it makes me think it'll hit all the right places.

Pre-cum glistens at the tip, and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting his blueberry-chocolate musk.

"Commando?" I raise my brow as I sit up, unhooking my bra.

"Only in the comfort of my own home," he smirks at me before grabbing me by my ankles and tugging me towards him so I lay flat on the bed.

A little yelp leaves me as I slide down, tossing my bra off to the side.

"Are you still wet for me?" His eyes darken further as they run up and down my body.

My cheeks heat at his brazen gaze. I used to never feel self-conscious about the way I look… not until Pack Hansen.

Little comments here and there that made me wonder if there was something wrong with me.

About my "squishy" belly. About the little bit of extra fat on my hips.

The way my ass shakes slightly when I walk.

All things that I had been taught were expected of an omegas body, mentioned in underhanded ways that made me feel horrible about myself.

Asking me if I really need that second helping at dinner, or telling me I should switch to the lower calorie ice cream.

It's funny, the things you never see in the moment, that become apparent once you get some distance.

Miles' eyes aren't calculating or assessing, though. They're filled with pure want. Need. He likes what he sees.

Swallowing, I nod. "So fucking wet."

He gives me a feral grin before fisting his cock and crawling over me. "I'll be the judge of that." Then he swipes his throbbing head through my folds, making my back arch. "Shit. You're right. So fucking wet."

"I need you inside me," I whimper, feeling empty all of a sudden. We don't need to worry about contraceptives—not only can I only get pregnant during a heat, but he can't impregnate anyone outside of his. Makes me wonder how my parents were able to conceive three times.

"I'll take care of you." And take care of me he does.

The first slide of his dick entering me is like coming home. The velvety soft, supple skin of his cock slides past my entrance until his pubic bone hits mine.

"Oh, oh, Bethany ," he groans, his face hiding in my neck. "It's been so long, I…fuck, baby, you feel like home ."

"I was just thinking the same thing about you," I whisper in a choked voice, tears stinging my eyes.

He lifts his head suddenly, looking me in the eyes. "Bethany? What's wrong?" Gone is the man who growled at me a moment ago. In his place is a sweet, concerned omega who makes me feel like I belong somewhere.

"Nothing," I shake my head, smiling through my tears as I cup his cheek with my hand. "Absolutely nothing is wrong." He turns his face and kisses my palm as realization dawns in his expression.

"Is it too early to say I love you?" He asks, shocking a laugh out of me. He grins, but shakes his head. "I'm almost completely serious, Bethany. I don't know what this is, but…it's more than the scent match. It's like…it's like I found a missing piece of my soul."

A piece of my fractured heart binds itself back together at his words. As I look up into his eyes, I realize that I feel the same way. Being around him…it fixes something inside of me. Something that broke so long ago I don't remember a time it was whole.

"Make me yours, Miles," I tell him, tilting my chin up.

"Gladly," he murmurs, leaning down to capture my lips as he slowly, blissfully, finally , starts moving his hips.

The draw back is slow, the way his hips swivel slightly when he thrusts back in enough to drive me mad.

This can only be described as one thing—making love .

And that's what I want to do with Miles. I thought I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn't remember my own name. I mean, I do want that. Later, though.

His lips never leave me as he slowly thrusts in and out of me, worshiping every inch of skin his lips can reach. Kisses feather across my eyelids, my cheekbones. Soft, sucking kisses to my neck and jaw make me melt into a pile of goo.

This man knows how to worship a woman.

How to make her feel loved.

And I'm so fucking glad that woman is me.

Before long, his thrusts grow quicker, more desperate, and I writhe underneath him, my nails scraping over his back.

The curve of his perfect cock hits me in all the right places, and I'm so close to an orgasm that's been building the moment he lifted me in his arms I can almost taste it.

He lifts one hand, bracing my neck as he uses his thumb to tilt my chin up, and takes my mouth wholly.

Completely.

I tip over the edge, my pussy tightening and fluttering around his cock, making his hips stutter. "Oh, oh, fuuuuck , Bethany" he groans into my mouth as my orgasm triggers his own, and I feel every pulse and twitch of him as he empties himself inside me.

After what feels like forever, he slows, both of our heavy breathing filling the silence. What I just experienced with Miles, the damn transcendence of our very souls connecting…it's not something I've ever felt before.

When he collapses next to me, his cock slipping out easily as he lays on his back and nestles me into his side, I feel more complete than I ever have.

A laugh bursts out of him after a minute, making me sit up and raise a brow at him. "What's so funny? The mind-blowing, life-changing sex we just had? "

"No," he shakes his head, wiping his eyes, "I just…I'm just so damn glad I went to the OMS today. If I hadn't…"

"I'm glad you did too," I tell him, leaning over and planting a kiss on his lips. To my immediate surprise, his cock hardens again. "What the hell?" I gape. "How are you already ready to go?"

"Didn't you know, little nymph?" he asks, nearly tackling me to the bed. "Male omegas? Like, no refractory period."

"Is that short for nympho?" I raise a brow as I look up at him, my arms pinned to next to my head as he grins down at me.

He barks a laugh. "No, not at all. I'm a D&D nerd, and the first time I saw you, I thought of an illustration thats in one of my D&D books—a water nymph."

"Oh?" I giggle, wondering why I'm suddenly finding the nerd thing so hot. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Nymphs are pretty consistently described as exceptionally beautiful women," he murmurs, running his nose from the crook of my neck up to my ear, sending a shiver through me. "They also possess the power to seduce men with nothing more than a crook of their finger. I'd say it's a very good thing."

A shiver runs through me, and my mind races with possibilities. I've always wanted to try role-play, but was too conscious to bring it up with Pack Hansen.

Cool it, Bethany. Let's get past one day with the scent match before we bring out the kinks.

I bite my lip, lifting my head slightly to look down his body, his hard cock poking me in the leg.

"Do you want to find out if water nymphs are good at sucking omega dick?"

"Um, fuck yeah."