Page 28 of Their Knotty Pack
He nods, his eyes searching mine as his hand cups the back of my neck. Nodding, he brings our foreheads together. "I know, nymph, I know. I'm just so used to blaming myself for everything…"
"No more," I tell him fiercely, "I would have chosen you over them any day of the week anyway."
When his mouth meets mine, it's not a gentle, chaste peck or simple brush of lips. His tongue delves into my mouth like he's never tasted me before. My hands fist the front of his shirt as I suck his tongue, and his answering groan sounds like he might take me right in the middle of the room, if only we weren't…in…my brothers house.
Gasping, I pull back, my face flaming as I take in Cady and Hannah's amused expressions, and Archie's neck as he pointedly looks up at the ceiling. I step away from Miles, giving his firm chest an awkward pat. He only looks at me with a face that I'm sure is as red as mine. I clear my throat. "Sorry…about that."
"Bethy bear," Ollie shakes his head, stretching his arms over his head, "if only you knew theactionthis room has seen—" he barely has time to duck for cover before four different throw pillows assault him.
My head falls back as all semblance of embarrassment falls away from me. Everyone in this room knows the effect of a true scent match, and when it'stwoomegas? They're lucky wearen'tfucking on the floor right now.
We go back downstairs, everyone laughing and walking together, and Miles never lets go of my hand. I catch myself looking at the dynamic between Archie, Cady, and Mattie more than once and wonder how they do it. How do they share between the three of them and not get jealous?
When I was with Pack Hansen it was like they kept a scoresheet of who I sat with the most or spent the most time with. I nearly had a panic attack more than once trying to make sure nobody's time outweighed the others, and sometimes they wouldn't even blame each other, they would accuse me of trying to pit them against one another.
Seeing Cady, Archie, and Mattie together, no jealousy from Cady when my brother and Mattie snuck off for alone time, and the way Mattie looked at his omega with pure adoration while she fussed over his beta…it made something ache inside me.
Mom and Dad find us again, much more subdued this time, and they give us free reign to ask them whatever questions they want. Miles only has a couple for them, but then they are drawn away by Mattie's parents, and we're left at our table by ourselves.
"Are you feeling okay?" Miles asks me suddenly as I sip on a glass of champagne.
"Yes?" I ask, looking up at him. "Why?"
"Your perfume is blooming and your face is flushed." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as realization hits me.
Oh, shit.
I haven't had a heat spike in…at least three years. I had attributed the way my body felt to Miles getting me all hot and bothered earlier, but now that I'm not lost in thought, I can feel the way I'm subconsciously rubbing my thighs together, looking for some kind of relief.
"I…it must be a heat spike." My voice shakes with more trepidation than I'd like, and Miles sees straight through me.
My omega's eyes flash in understanding, "It's okay, nymph. We've been preparing for this, remember?" The thought of Miles fucking me with the knotted dildo we ordered two weeks ago sends a gush of slick straight to my panties. Shit, we need to get out of here before every unmated alpha goes into a rut. At my nod, Miles wraps an arm around my waist and starts to lead me through the backyard. "Let's get you home, then."
Chapter 11
Bethany
"Good afternoon, dear. Do you have an appointment?" The sweet-looking, older beta woman looks us over as Miles and I enter the heat clinic, hand-in-hand. Her name tag reads "Pearl", and she reminds me a little of my mom.
I smile sheepishly, "No, we don't, I'm sorry. I came off heat suppressants not too long ago so we didn't know how soon I would need to set things up. I did have bloodwork sent over by Doctor Mejia this morning though? For Bethany Thomas?"
After my massive heat spike last night, Miles and I both called out of work to get everything set up for when my heat inevitably comes. It doesn't help that I had been on heat suppressants for three years by the time I came off them, making the timing of this heat unpredictable.
I felt bad for having to leave my brother's party, but when I tried to explain why on the phone this morning, he merely started shouting, "La la la, I can't hear you and I certainly do not want details on my baby sister's sex life!"
Like I said to Miles, he can be a little shit.
Once the heat spikes start, I have anywhere between a few weeks to a few days before my full heat hits. Before I lived with Pack Hansen, I spent all my heats in clinics, but I'm not sure ifthey'll still have my information on file. It's likely when an omega doesn't check-in after a certain amount of time, their preferences are deleted out of the system.
It's what we do at the OMS.
"No worries, dear." Pearl smiles kindly at us. She glances at Miles. "We can get you set up. Is the gentleman here for moral support or is he going to be helping to ease you through your heat?"
Now's the hard part. We'll have to see if they'll play along with what we want.
"He'll be the only one helping me." I do my best not to let my voice shake. "We just need a safe place to ride it out."
Pearl frowns. "That's a lot of work for one alpha, are you sure you don't want to look at the scent cards?"
