Page 11 of Their Knotty Pack
Chapter 4
Bethany
As I raise my hand to knock on the door, my fist stalls, and I wonder if I'm doing the right thing.
Miles…he's my scent match.
Mytruescent match, just like my parents.
The last few hours of work went by so slowly, and Lanie spent every free moment grilling me. I had to come clean about the entire thing. How Pack Hansen's scent card ended up back in the binders, how Miles was the one they were caught with.
None of that matters now, though. He was looking formethe whole time. The invisible string that had tethered me to him all those months ago when I saw him across the restaurant had solidified the moment his blueberry and dark chocolate scent surrounded me.
Maybe we'd be better off with a phone call to start with. Then we can't scent each other and let things get out of hand. I've heard all about how quickly things can move once a true scent match comes into play.
My brother's omega, Cady, moved into their house the same day she met them. Sure, there were circumstances out of her control to lead to that moment, but it still happened.
The thought of being deprived of his scent right now though…my omega revolts at the thought, urging me to knock on the door and see our matenow. She's already on edge because I took ten minutes to run home and change into leggings and an oversized, off-the-shoulder t-shirt, knowing that Miles would understand my need for comfort.
It's the tell-tale sign of an omega, after all.
When I had first plugged Miles' address into my phone, I raised a silent brow at the location. Right on the edge of town, and in a slightly more rural area, I had a hard time imagining what I was walking into. But now that I'm here, a gorgeous, large, farmhouse-style home is in front of me. Painted light blue with white shutters, a wraparound porch, and a damn swinging bench on said porch, it's all my dreams come to life.
What the hell does he do that he can afford this? I'll have to ask him what the deal is. Before I can think any harder about it, I'm knocking on the door, and it only takes a second for Miles to open.
"Bethany," my name is like a prayer on his lips as his gaze takes me in like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, despite my casual attire, "you're here."
Miles is even more beautiful than I remember. He's in a muscle tank, the large cutouts of the arms showing off the side of his toned torso and his colorful sleeve. His black, rectangle frame glasses sit on his nose, drawing attention to his vibrant blue eyes.
"Your scent makes so much sense now," I murmur, taking a step closer without realizing.
His hands find my waist, and in the next instant, I'm inside his house, being pushed against the wall, pinned in place by his hips. Our height difference isn't as stark as it would be if he were an alpha, but he's still a good six foot tall compared to my five foot three. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, and I clench my thighs together in need as he runs his nose from my collarbone to just under my ear, breathing me in.
Imeltunder his touch.
"Shit, Bethany," he groans, his lips sucking on that sensitive patch of skin, and I arch to his touch. "You really are a nymph, aren't you? We need to slow down." His words make sense, well, besides the whole nymph things, but he nips at my ear, his hands tightening on my waist in a bruising grip.
Fuck, I want it. "You're right," I pant, but my hand palms his raging erection under his gray sweatpants. "This is too fast." He hisses when I squeeze, and then he's lifting me against the wall, grinding his hard cock into my center.
It's been six months since I've had any sort of sexual contact. Even longer since I've had an orgasm that wasn't induced by my own hand. Miles seems like he might be in the same boat because his teeth scrape down my neck, making my skin erupt in goosebumps, even as he says, "We're stronger than this."
I gasp, threading my fingers through the hair at the back of his neck and yanking up so he looks at me. His pupils are blown, his eyes hooded as he looks at me. "Are we?" My breathing comes in heavy pants, and I can't stop myself from moving my hips, chasing the delicious friction of his cock against me. "Because I'm pretty weak. I went to the gym recently and couldn't even do a pull-up."
He pauses, the heat in his eyes receding slightly as he smirks at me. "Recently?"
Curse him for seeing right through me. "Well, a year ago. But I can definitely say I have not gotten any stronger since then." I grind my hips against him again. "Especially not when it comes to sexy, blue-haired omegas."
"I seem to have a weakness for beautiful, raven-haired temptresses as well," he murmurs, his eyes searching mine. I lift my chin, daring him to back down. Instead, he smirks. "And Ihavegone to the gym recently."
"Yeah, I can tell." I swallow roughly, my hands moving over the hard planes of his chest over his shirt. Omegas are naturally alittle on the softer side, so he must hit the gym hard to look like this. Then I meet his eyes. "Though I'd still want you, even if you didn't."
Something in his expression softens, and finally, his mouth crashes onto mine. Talking? Figuring out what comes next? That can come later. After my omega has fucked my brains out and we're both a little more clear headed.
This kiss is even more consuming than the one we shared at the OMS. There's no panicking Lanie in the background, no sense of secrecy looming over us. His kiss lights me up from the inside out, and when his tongue delves into my mouth, a filthy moan leaves me.
He grinds his hips against me, his throbbing cock stroking me as his hands grip the hair at the base of my skull. The slight sting of the pull is delicious, and I swear I can feel the slick dripping out of me.
"Shit, Bethany. Let me show you what this tongue can do." Then, taking off his glasses before lowering me to the ground, he drops to his knees and he shimmies down my leggings. He helps me step out of them, and in the next instance, both my legs are thrown over his shoulders as my weight is supported between him and the wall. "Oh,fuck," he groans, gripping one ass cheek in each hand as he licks a stripe from my ass to my clit. "Damn raspberries, little nymph."
