Page 113 of Their Knotty Pack
I'm presenting, I realize, something Pack Hansen never asked me to do. My omega preens at the fact that our alpha wants us like this—ready and willing.
When he thrusts back into me, it's not this cold, impersonal claiming. No, his entire body curls over my back, one of his hands threading through mine on the bed as the other one loosely grips my throat. "Who do you belong to?" He says into my ear, withdrawing his cock before punching his hips forward again, hitting my g-spot.
Well, fuck, he's really not messing around on the claiming thing.
"You," I cry out as he continues to rut into me, his cock the almost violent instrument for my pleasure. "I belong to you."
"Who else?" He licks up my neck, making me moan.
"Miles. Damien." My breathing comes out in short pants. "Kieran. H…Hunter."
"That's right, beautiful girl," Brody groans, his hips moving faster. "And who do we all belong to?"
"Us!" I cry out as Brody sits us both back, still driving into me as we stand on our knees in his bed. The hand that had been threaded through my fingers reaches down to strum at my clit. "Miles and me!"
"Every morning," he groans, running his teeth over my neck as he continues to strum at my clit, "before we leave for work, one of us is going to mark you with our cum. I don't care if it's Miles, Damien, Kieran, Hunter, or me. Whether it's cumming in your pussy, down your throat, or on these fucking perfect tits. I need you to smell like at least one of us while you're in the office until we're all bonded. Will you do that for me?"
With the way he's making me feel, I'd agree to just about anything right now, but the idea of always being covered in at least one of their scents does something crazy to my omega hind brain.
"Fuck yes. I'll do it. I'll take it all."
Brody groans, my words sending him over the edge as he pulses inside me, but he doesn't stop his ministrations on my clit. If anything, he only goes harder, shoving his knot into me as he finds his release, and a second later I'm following after him, my high pitched keening probably alerting Damien and Miles to just how well things are going.
We collapse in a pile of limbs, still stuck together as Brody's arms wrap tight around me. I'm stuck in this half-asleep state of contentment for I don't know how long when he suddenly curses. "What is it?" I ask sleepily.
"There's no bathroom in here. I wanted to clean you up."
"We can go to the nest? Once the knot goes down?"
He frowns. "But then we have to get dressed."
I shrug. "A little semi-public nudity never killed anyone."
Helaughs, and a minute later his knot completely slips out, allowing him to scoop me up and carry me bridal style down the hall, both of us completely naked.
"Well that sounded like you had fun, little nymph." Miles smiles at me, putting his book down.
"I did," I confirm as Brody sets me on the bed and disappears into our bathroom. "…and," I whisper, leaning in close. "Brody is totally hiding some dominant vibes."
Miles grins, his brows shooting up. "Really? I never would have guessed that."
"His alpha was on edge from having me be around so many alphas all day, unclaimed. So I told him to claim me."
"Do you think he'll go crazy if I tell him how many alpha teachers work at my school?" He gives me a mischievous grin, and I shake my head.
"Maybe."
Brody returns with the washcloth, gently wiping between my thighs. That's when Miles hops off the bed, walks around to where Brody is cleaning me up, grabs his face, and presses a open-mouthed, full-of-tongue kiss to his his lips. "Thanks for taking care of our girl." Then he disappears downstairs, leaving a very red, flustered Brody behind.
Chapter 44
Hunter
Why am I so nervous?
I've stared down the barrel of a gun. I've talked someone down from jumping off a roof. I've taken down men twice my size on the jiu-jitsu mat for fucks sake.
So how does this little slip of an omega have me so damn on edge?
