Page 59 of The Knotty Omega

“So, you have the hottie italian billionaire,” Hannah ticks off one finger, “the yummy beta boyband lookalike,” she ticks off another finger, “the broody, obviously in love with you but too dense to say anything about it mountain of an alpha downstairs,” she ticks off her thumb, “and the smart, sexy doctor? Did I miss anyone?”

Snorting, I shake my head. “No, I think you about covered it. Except you’re way off on the Titus thing.”

Both she and Wren give me another look. “How Titus was with you earlier, that’s kind of like how my alpha Maverick was when I first met him. Poor guy was so torn between keeping me safe and pulling me over his lap and spanking me, he didn’t know what to do with himself.”

Shit. Spanking? Why the hell is that so hot? I’ve never thought about it before, but now that the image of Titus bending me over his knee and spanking my bare ass is in my mind, I can’t help but squirm a little.

This is dangerous territory. He’s given me so many mixed signals I can’t let myself think that way about him.

“Damn girl,” Hannah laughs, poking Wren. “Kinky.”

We devolve into a fit of giggles once again, and later, when I’m laying in bed, surrounded by Ollie, Mattie, and Archie, I can’t help the sinking feeling in my gut making me wish Titus was here too.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

It’s been a week of bliss with Pack De Lucca, and things seem a little too good to be true. We spent the day finishing the rest of the Harry Potter movies with the two couches pushed together like we did last week, and somewhere in the middle of part two of the Deathly Hallows, Mattie and I fell asleep spooned together, my back to his front. Even Titus was present, though he kept to the edges of the nest like he was afraid to get too close to me.

It’s not until the sound of a shower down the hall stirs me that I realize all lights in the loft except the corner lamp have been turned off, and Mattie and I are the only ones on the couch bed.

“Hmmm…” I snuggle back into Mattie’s hard chest.

Mattie’s hand is splayed on my stomach under my shirt, and at my movement, his fingers start dragging along my skin in lazy circles, leaving tingles in their wake. What starts as a sweet, maybe even innocent movement, takes a turn when his fingers slide under the band of my shorts. My breath hitches, and his hand freezes.

“Would you like me to stop,amore mio?” His voice is thick with sleep, his whisper raspy. Wordlessly, I shake my head, and his hand continues on its path downward, until the tips of fingers swipe through my soaking wet pussy. He groans, “Ti senti divino e io ti avrò, tesoro mio.”

I have no idea what he just said, but the words make my pussy gush, and my back arches, pushing my ass into his crotch. His hard cock presses into me, and he slips two fingers inside my pussy.

“So wet for me already,” he groans into my ear, bucking his hips against my ass as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. He presses hot, open mouth kisses to my neck and sucks on the spot right between my shoulder and my neck. “This is where I will mark you when you are ready,tesoro mio.”

“Oh, Mattie,” I whimper, his words setting me on fire. The thought of bonds with this pack doesn’t scare me. No, if anything it just turns me on more.

My hips move as Mattie continues thrusting up into my pussy, and when he puts his thumb on my clit, making small, defined circles, I lose my damn mind. A mix between a shriek and a whimper rips out of me as Mattie continues to rub his cock against my ass, and when my walls clamp down on his fingers, he curses, and his movements stuttering as he works me through my orgasm.

The sound of our breathing fills the empty air, and Mattie withdraws his fingers, but doesn’t remove his hand from my pants, instead cupping my sex. The hold is comforting, and secure, and I don’t doubt that if it weren’t for the cum soaking through Mattie’s sweats, we could have fallen asleep like that.

Well, except for two minutes later when Archie comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered and throws his arms up while looking at us in disbelief. “I leave the room forten minutesand miss all the fun!"

My senses go on high alert when I hear multiple pairs of footsteps bounding up the stairs, followed by a slammed door.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Archie’s voice echoes down the hall. I had come upstairs to get dressed before the brunch Cady had insisted on making for all of us, and when I left she was happily chatting with Simon and Ollie while mixing pancake batter.

When I come out of our room to see him shoving a finger in Titus’ chest, my brows shoot up.

My beta is not one to anger easily, and hearing him speak to his packmate like this makes me itch to correct it. But first, I need to get more information.

“What are you talking about?” Titus snarls, his tone angry.

“You made her cry, you grumpy asshole!” Archie glares at him, and Ollie comes out of the nest, shutting the door quietly behind him.

“She won’t admit it, but she’s really upset, Sy is still in there with her.” Ollie’s normally joy-filled voice is laced with apprehension. “You fucked up, man.”

“Again, what the hell are you all on about?” Titus looks back and forth between Archie and Ollie.

“She setting the table with a brunch she spent hours making. And you just walked into the dining room, muttered something about not being able to do this, and left!” Archie growls.

“So?”

“She thinks you don’t want her, Titus,” Ollie finally says. “I was going to let it be, because I know seeing what happened with your brother really fucked you up. But you’re so afraid of her leaving, you’re pushing her away. She doesn’t deserve that.”

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