Page 12 of Their Knotty Pack
"Ah! Miles!" I cry out, my fingers threading through his hair. I'm basically suspended in midair as he devours my pussy, and the sensation only adds to the pleasure he's giving me.
I've never experienced this. Sure, the guys used to go down on me. But it was a chore. Something half-assed that I'd be expected to return the favor on five times over. They'd give up before I even made it close, asking if I came when they knew I didn't, but I didn't want them to feel bad soI always said yes.
And here Miles is, on his knees for me as he fucking worships my pussy with his mouth.
My thighs squeeze his head without my permission, but before I can correct myself he groans, his grip on my legs tightening as he sucks my clit harder into his mouth.
My skin starts to go white-hot, and I know that I'm two seconds away from coming. "I'm so close, Miles,please."I'm not even sure what I'm specifically begging for at this point, but Miles seems to, because right as he gently scrapes his teeth over my clit, I'm gone.
Destroyed.
Shattered.
My scream echoes in the room around us as my skin erupts into flames, leaving only wreckage and ashes behind.
I finally come down from the orgasm, Miles gently licking and sucking at me to help me ride the last of the waves. He lets me down, and I drop to my knees in front of him, cupping his face.
He looks surprised when I take his mouth with mine, ignoring the remnants of my release. "I want to taste you next," I murmur, running my hand over his tented pants, the thought of tasting his sweet slick fueling my desire.
"Fuck, Bethany, I want that too," he groans, "but I need to be inside you. Next time?"
Wordlessly, I nod, and in the next second he's standing, lifting me in his arms to carrying me into a different room. I'm so focused on his profile as he moves us, I don't even notice the house around us. I'll have plenty of time to look at it later.
His nose isn't quite as refined as I originally thought. There's a little bump on the bridge that I want to run my finger over. He has a single freckle on the outside corner of his eye that I want to kiss. His mouth gets this little crease at the corner when he smiles, and I ache to see it again.
It's not until we enter a room with low lighting, heavy curtains, and plush carpets that I bother to look around. "Isthis…your…nest?" He shifts under me slightly, his hold under my legs tightening.
Swallowing roughly, he nods. "I've never had anyone in here before."
"It's beautiful, Miles."
My words stop him short and he falters, looking down at me. "You think so? I've kind of been fighting every instinct I have on it."
My brows furrow. "Why? Omegas need nests. I haven't had one since I moved in with Lanie and it's taking everything in me to not roll out of your arms and snuggle inside."
"You don't have a nest?" He nearly growls, and my eyes widen. Swallowing, I shake my head. "No. I've been crashing on Lanie's couch since Pack Hansen…" I trail off, not knowing how to word it without sounding like I'm blaming him.
A look of guilt flashes over his face anyway. In an instant, it's replaced with resolve. "Then I suppose we'll just have to share this one."
Before I can protest, he's climbing onto the giant, round mattress in the middle of the room and laying me down on it so gently. "Miles, you can't—"
"It'smynest, 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 inournest?"
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. Ilick 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 Ireallyneed that second helping at dinner, or telling me I should switch to the lower calorie ice cream.
