Page 48 of Unbonded (Pack’s Companion #3)
I blink, not sure I’ve heard her properly.
“You mean… in a fashion sense?”
She snorts, swinging her leg as she studies me with something a lot more heated than the professional focus of a few moments ago.
I’m still tingling from trying on the most luxurious piece of clothing I’ve ever worn, and now she’s biting her lip and staring right at the crotch of my budget pants.
I already feel hot and uncomfortable in my clothes, while she looks like a breath of fresh air in pale blue trousers, a dark orange blouse, and shiny pumps.
I don’t think that’s how she’d describe her outfit, but after spending three days in a heat-soaked nest with her, words fail me.
“Are you uncomfortable talking about your knot?”
My head snaps up at the question, and I realize I’ve been quiet for too long.
Her leg has stopped swinging, and she looks like she’s about to head for the door.
“No, not uncomfortable.” I grimace and resist the urge to adjust my pants.
“I mean, it’s more of a logistics issue.
An uber’s knot doesn’t go down, but outside of a heat or a rut, it’s not necessarily fully hard.
I’ve gotten pretty good at putting it out of my mind, and most of the time it’s just another body part.
I give it as much attention as my feet.”
“Really?” Her eyes shine as she bends to look under my desk. “Maybe I need to get you fitted for some new shoes as well.”
I chuckle and ease her upright, using the excuse to tug her a little closer.
She slides towards me with a smile, and when she’s parked between my knees, I plant a hand on her hip.
She’s warm and soft, and I’m back to feeling uncomfortable in my too-tight pants.
“I'm just saying it doesn’t need to be an issue. An uber knot doesn’t define me. ”
Except, I suppose, it kind of does. A lot of people don’t even believe ubers exist, but if they were to come face-to-face with one, the first thing they’d probably ask about is the permanent knot.
“And what about voice commands?” Kate asks, fiddling with the cuff on her blouse. “Have you ever used those?”
There’s a hint of wariness in her voice now and I can’t blame her.
Omegas are always susceptible to alphas, but ubers have the added ability of removing free will.
It goes against everything I believe in, but I give a reluctant nod.
“Once,” I admit. “It was an attempted carjacking in Monaco. A gang of three alphas were after Corbus’ briefcase, and I put them on the ground.
They had guns, and I couldn’t risk either of us being shot while I tried to subdue them the normal way.
The police were there in minutes, and it was all over without a lot of fuss.
Bad planning on the gang’s part given the country has the largest per-capita police force in the world.
” She blinks at me, and I shrug. “I don’t work security, but I have a good knowledge of their protocols and I’m fully accredited.
If our pack is ever at risk, I want to have every tool at my disposal. ”
Something flickers through her eyes, but her gaze drops back to my groin, and I realize we haven’t quite finished with that topic yet. “Why are you asking about uber knots, sweetheart?”
She jerks her head up at the endearment, but her body seems to melt a little at whatever she sees in my face, and her scent tickles my nose.
It’s sweeter since Dash’s heat, more floral than the vanilla suppressants she’s wearing.
It’s impossible not to feel its pull as she licks her lips.
“I’m asking because I want to train myself to take it. ”
It’s the last thing I expect her to say, and my fingers tighten on her hip.
I’m tempted to pull her forward, to prop her on the thing she’s so damn eager to talk about, but I clamp down on the urge with a silent curse.
I might be an uber, but I’m not a fucking animal.
“You’re an omega, Kate. Taking my knot shouldn’t be a problem. ”
Way to woo her with words of sweet encouragement, Webber.
“I mean for after.” She swallows hard, drawing my attention to the side of her neck.
Her blouse has a high collar, and with her hair down her scent gland is barely visible.
But I know it’s always in the front of her mind, and probably at the root of her insecurities, too.
“Dr. Green told me I will effectively have the biology of a beta, which means that’s going to be a lot to handle. ”
By ‘that’, she means the rapidly swelling cock in my pants, but I’m stuck on the doctor part. “What do you mean the biology of a beta? You’re an omega, Kate. That doesn’t change because of an unbonding.”
“But it’s going to be my last heat,” she points out, her fingers now threaded into an anxious knot.
“I don’t know how my hormones are going to work long-term, but if I dry out…
Well, I’ll probably end up more like a beta than an omega, biologically speaking.
And I’d hate to miss out on sex with you because my body doesn’t work anymore… ”
The confession has caused a pink blush to climb her neck, but I’m dealing with a temperature increase of my own.
Part of me is seeing red about the unfairness of her situation, while the rest is fixated on how she doesn’t want to miss out on sex with me.
“There’s nothing wrong with your body,” I growl, hauling her into my lap.
I know this isn’t probably what she was after when she started this conversation, but I need to feel her skin against mine.
“You’re fucking perfect, Kate, and that’s not going to change. ”
She melts against me, her hands sliding between my back and the chair to cling to me.
There’s something so vulnerable about the gesture, I feel a purr rattle out of my throat.
“But you’re an uber,” she murmurs into my chest. “Your omegas should be able to take advantage of everything you have to offer.”
The truth is, I've largely suppressed that part of me for years. I know what ubers are capable of, but there isn't much Corbus and I can't achieve without unlimited resources and a solid plan.
“Okay, but now you’re making me sound like a carnival ride.” That earns me an amused huff, and I run my hands soothingly down her spine. “The only difference between me and the next guy, sweetheart, is that my knot is hard to miss. But I learned a long time ago to ignore it.”
I’m trying to comfort her, because it really isn’t that big a deal to me, but her mouth turns down in a frown. “It shouldn’t be ignored, Bram. Worshipped, maybe.”
I suck in a breath, because she’s rocking on my lap, her eyes hooded as they stare into mine. “Kate…”
“We don’t have to do it here, but I want to see it. I know I’ve been staring at it for three days, but it wasn’t up close.” She bites her lip, her gaze locked on the middle button on my shirt. “And it wasn’t because of me.”
I swallow a groan, because she doesn’t know how wrong she is.
Yes, I’ve just bonded Dash, but that doesn’t mean I was immune to her during his heat.
In fact, I loved having her eyes on me as I claimed him, and every time we made love, some part of me was imagining her right there, taking my cock and crying out my name.
As for when her pretty quarterback was fucking her right in front of us…
Well, I have each and every one of her soft, breathless orgasms playing on a loop in my head.
“Sit on the desk, sweetheart.” She looks at me in surprise, but then scrambles back into her original position. “If you want to see it, it’s all yours.”
She sucks in another breath and glances at the door. “Do I need to lock that?”
I smirk, because I can’t tell if the idea of someone walking in freaks her out or excites her. “It’s self-locking. Like I said, all the security measures.”
“Mmm. Very boy scout of you.” She gives me a cheeky smile, but as I unzip my pants and tug them down my thighs, her eyes go wide. “Now that’s a knot.”
“Pretty much at full capacity,” I tell her, pressing my cock against my abs so she has an unrestricted view. “And if it’s not blindingly obvious, this is all because of you.”
“Me?” She sinks forward suddenly, as graceful as Dash as she goes to her knees. One hand is balanced on my thigh, but the other lifts to skim over my straining bulge. Knots aren’t exactly pretty, but her eyes glow as she gives it a gentle squeeze. “It feels nothing like a foot.”
“Thank fuck,” I grunt, since she hasn’t seen those hairy monsters up close, and hopefully never will. “It looks better with your pretty hand wrapped around it, though.”
She bites her lip as she studies the ring Corbus gave her.
I’m glad she’s wearing it, although she might panic if she knew it was insured for close to a million dollars.
Not only is it an extremely rare and valuable opal, but it’s also officially part of the Janssen Jewel collection, curated by Corbus himself.
There are only a dozen pieces that make the grade, each one almost priceless for their rarity and beauty.
And doesn’t it look beautiful as she moves her hand up my shaft, her thumb tracing a throbbing vein. “You smell amazing, by the way,” she hums, leaning closer to draw my scent into her lungs. “I thought it was that big sexy chair you’re sitting in, but it’s all you.”
I bite back a groan, my head suddenly a mindless weight on my neck. This show and tell is pushing me to my limit, and I can’t resist asking, “Why don’t you tell me how I taste?”