Page 147 of Their Knotty Pack
Hunter steps around me, cupping Miles' cheek. "Thank you for being so understanding." Miles leans into the touch, and when Hunter leans down to brush their lips together, it turns into something so much more, very, very quickly.
Smiling, I back into Damien, who wraps his arms around my waist. The sight of Miles and Hunter together, exploring each other's mouths sets me on fire. Miles' scent quickly loses any ounce of stress and rapidly takes on a more…potent quality.
Shit.
Way more potent than any of the heat spikes he's been experiencing.
"You're so hot, Miles," Hunter pulls back, gasping, and Miles flushes.
"You're not so bad yourself—"
"No," Hunter shakes his head, and Miles pouts, "I mean, yes, but that's not what I was saying. You're burning up. Do you feel okay?"
Yep, his heat is starting.
"Mmm…Ifeellike I really want your dick in my mouth, alpha," Miles licks his lips as he starts to squat down, but there are a few conversations we need to have before anything gets that far.
"Hold on babe," I grab Miles' shoulder and steer him to the front room, where Brody and Kieran are jerking awake, "we need to talk first."
We should have had this talk a while ago, but…well, we had a few things going on.
"Oh nymph, look at you," he bats his lashes at me, and he almost seems like he could be drunk, "I bet you looked so pretty, taking Hunter's cock like the goddess you are."
I pointedly ignore him as I sit him in one of the chairs. "Miles, focus." He blinks up blearily at me.
"But baby, I want a knot. Oh! You should get out your silicon lock—Ah!" He doubles over, a cramp taking hold. We don't have much time.
"Miles," I stare into his eyes, "We talked about bonding everyone, right?"
There, now I have his attention. He nods, his eyes wide. How the hell did he get me to focus when my heat was starting?
Oh shit. That's right. He gave me an orgasm.
"But," I continue, shimmying down his pants and popping his cock out, "what about how you wanted to ask them?"
His brow furrows, thinking about what I just said, while at the same time he bites his lip, watching me stroke up and down his shaft. "If I let you come down my throat, do you think you'll be able to think clearly enough to get everyone's presents?"
A chorus of groans going off reminds me that we are not, in fact, by ourselves, and I fight the blush that rises to my cheeks. We're about to get a lot more familiar with each other anyway.
At Miles’ nod, I grin, and lean forward, taking him into my mouth, dark chocolate and blueberry exploding on my tongue like a decadent desert. He hisses as my tongue strokes under his shaft, and his hand fists the hair at the nape of my neck, just the way I like it. Even if my hair hadn't come mostly undone with Hunter earlier, it definitely would have now.
Miles bucks his hips helplessly underneath me as I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him hard. A hand cups my cheek, and I glance over to see Kieran looking at me with a mixture of lust and adoration. "What a good girl, taking care of your omega," he murmurs into my ear, training his eyes on Miles.
"Is she wet?" Miles gasps as I bob up and down on him, and I don't need to look to know what he's going to do. Kieran's hand trails down my back and moves under my shirt, shoving my thong aside and dipping his fingers into me. My breath hitches a little, making Miles' dicktwitch in my mouth, and Kieran pulls his fingers out, tsking.
"Hunter, I thought you were a gentleman," I can hear the smirk in his voice. "But here you are, leaving our omega stuffed full of your cum."
Hunter lets out a strangled noise. "We…we didn't have many cleanup options at the beach."
Then I feel Miles leaning forward, and out of the corner of my eye see him grabbing Kieran's fingers with his free handsucking them clean.
Miles groans, and then he's cumming, his release hitting the back of my throat as his tongue swirls around Kieran's fingers. "Oh fuck, baby," he moans, releasing Kieran and pulling me off him to devour my mouth. Our kiss tastes like a mix of Hunter, Miles, and me, andfuckdoes it taste good.
"Feeling better?" I ask, breathing heavily.
"Yeah," he rasps, kissing me gently again.
"You should go get your presents," I remind him, and then his eyes are fluttering open.
