Page 135 of Their Knotty Pack
With a growl, he pops himself out of his boxers, moves my panties to the side, and enters me in one thrust.
We both groan as he fully seats himself inside me, then we just stay like that for a minute, both of us breathing heavily, staring into each other's eyes.
When he brushes against our bond, pure adoration and awe, it hits me, just how far we've come. This bond, that I had wanted nothing to do with…it's now a lifeline for me.
He pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back in, and then we're a mess of shallow thrusts, writhing bodies, and moans. I hold him to me with everything that I have, our lips fused together in a heart-stopping kiss.
He pulls my leg further up his hip, nearly lifting my ass completely off the bed, but I'm just along for the ride, excited to see where he takes me.
The orgasm builds slowly, starting low in my belly until my toes tingle, and then I'm shattering, my walls clenching around him until his own release overtakes him.
"Fuck, fuck, Bethany…ohhhBethany." His hips stutter and then he's holding himself in me as he fills me up.
Pure and utter contentment fills both sides of our bond as he gently kisses me, then pulls out and spoons me to him.
Deciding to be a cheeky shit, I ask, "Did this mean anything?"
He barks a laugh before nipping at my ear. "It meanteverything."
Working with Lanie again is amazing. We already know each other's habits, and she's already trained on being a comforting presence for omegas. I'm glad we're having her start a full week before the other two, because that just means I'll have another person to help me train the new hires when they start.
By the end of the day, she has a handle on everything, and has created a system that evenly splits the lawyers between us, and we'll be in charge of their clients. She gave me a few less, so I'm only assigned to Brody and Jeremiah, considering I'm also handling HR for now.
Our outlook on the whole situation has completely flipped by the end of the day, and I'm actuallyexcitedto come to work tomorrow. Not that I was dreading it or anything before, but now I'm like...pumped.
We're all at the dinner table, Brody and I telling the guys about our day when my phone rings. I frown, not recognizing the phone number, but answer it anyway, just in case it's someone from Wren's pack.
"Hello?"
"This Bethany?" The thick cockney accent on the other line asks and the guys give me a questioning look. I only hold up a finger, signaling him to give me a minute.
"Teddy?"
"Right then, I'm callin' to give you an end of day report—see if you can pick out any discrepancies in their schedule that might stick out."
My tongue sticks in my cheek as I huff a breath. "To be honest, I'm not sure how much help I'll be. I haven't been with them for eight months and even when I was with them…I wasn't really privy to details like that."
"Well, maybe somethin'll stick out once you 'ave it laid out in front of ya."
I swallow roughly. "Okay. I'm going to put you on speaker so the whole pack can hear you too."
"Go on then."
When he's on speaker, and Kieran pulls me into his lap, his arm banding around my waist. Miles' hand grasps my thigh, and Brody's foot strokes mine under the table. "Okay, go ahead."
"Ace." Teddy's voice sounds a little farther away as I hear pages start to flip. "Yesterday, they was in the office all day, so nuthin' to report there. At eight this mornin', the arsewipes left their pack 'ouse. Stopped for brekkie and a cuppa at 'Mean Bean Coffee', then kept on to the 'Ansen & 'Ansen Law Firm offices."
"Sounds normal," I admit, starting to feel like maybe we're going about this the wrong way.
"Then they all stayed in their offices 'til 'leven, 'cept Grayson left by 'imself. Now, I dunno what the others got up to while he was out, but he went to this pretentious-as-fuck little French cafe. Ordered a fucking non-fat cappuccino and a bloody 'kwa-son'." He says the last word like it murdered his family and spit on their graves. Hunter raises his brows at the phone.
"Croissant?" Brody asks, suppressing a smile. Turns out Teddy is quite the character.
"'Ave you 'eard those fuckers order a flaky pastry? Suddenly they're as French as Pepe Fucking LePew." He lets out a huff. "Anyway. This ol' broad—an omega, by the looks of it— meets 'im at the cafe. I 'spose it coulda been a date, but she was like…fifty-something at least. I mean, if you're into cougars, that's cool, but she seemed a bit dodgy."
Huh. A client?
"What did she look like?" I frown, leaning back against Kieran.
