Page 30 of Their Knotty Pack
It doesn't have to mean anything.
It never meant anything before I joined Pack Hansen, so why would that change now?
Well, I know exactly why it would change. The sweet, selfless blue-haired omega sitting next to me has changed absolutely everything.
"It doesn't have to be any different than a knotted dildo…it'll just be attached to someone." Miles grins at me, and a protective growl rumbles in my chest. I don't miss the way Cam's brows shoot up to his hairline. I don't blame him, I'm pretty surprised too.
His words make sense, but they also make me think of Miles being in the room with me…with other alphas. Alphas that will no doubt try to touch him. It won't even be their fault. They'll be in the haze of pheromones, and two omegas in a room together during a heat isn't exactly typical.
"I…" I clear my throat, turning in my seat to face my whole body towards him. "I don't want any of them touching you either. You know they'll try, and I know it's not fair to ask since they'll be…all over me, but I might literally rip out their eyeballs if they lay a finger on you."
Miles gives me a goofy grin. "You know, you're especially hot when you threaten bodily harm to people in my honor."
A very unattractive snort leaves me, and Cam gently chimes in. "All volunteers will be made aware of any…stipulations you may have, including Miles being off limits. Our moderators will be vigilant and on the lookout for any alphas pushing boundaries and not listening. The moment you demand it, we can kick out any wayward volunteers and bring up a replacement."
The smirk on Miles' face is downright sexy and I have to suppress a shiver. "So, like, if one of them doesn't behave we'll get the second string volunteers? How many alphaswillbe on standby for 'Operation: Fuck Bethany's Brains Out'?"
If Cam is surprised by Miles' jokes, he doesn't show it, instead he keeps his professional demeanor while giving him an amused smile. "We'll have you pick from the scent cards, which includes a mix of single alphas and omega-less packs. We'll let you pick the ones you want first, and then organize an on-call system from there."
"And don't forget," Miles grasps my hand tighter, "we may not even need to call on them. It's all just a precaution."
Right. Just a precaution. I can do that, right?
Chapter 12
Bethany
"Ugh, this one smells like stale corn chips." The disdain in Miles' voice has me giggling, then stifling a gag as he waves the scent card in my face.
"No! Get that away from me!" I laugh, pushing his arm. "I'm turning the page, this is ridiculous."
After meeting with Cam, he handed us back over to Pearl who led us to a room not unlike where I spend most of my days at work. There's a large stack of binders in front of us, and we've started going through them. We've been through two full ones at this point and have pulled out three scent cards that don't make us gag. Part of me wonders if this is all some kind of sick joke, because what are the odds that out of over two hundred scent cards, we'd only findthreethat were unoffensive to both of us?
If it weren't for my parents warning us we might be particularly picky and think alphas' scents are especially repulsive now that we've found each other, I might not have believed it.
"Oh, that one's a pack," Miles points to the card at the top of the next page, labelled "Pack 4532". We've only come across a few packs so far, but I sigh, pulling the sleeve out of the binder.
"I swear, if this is another mix of popcorn and smoky leather, I'm gonna—" All the air exits the room when I openthe airtight pouch.
Thereisleather, but it's crisp and clean smelling.
Cedar. Spearmint. A damn rainforest. Lavender.
The scents hit me like a damn freight train, and I swallow roughly, glancing at Miles as my perfume blooms around us, despite the scent neutralizers in the air. Despite the gut-deep feeling that there's something missing from the combination of scents, my mouthwaters.
His pupils are blown, and I'm sure if I looked in the mirror right now, mine would be too. Blueberry and dark chocolate mixes with my raspberry and hibiscus, and if we're not careful I'm sure we'll end up mixing our scentall overthese binders.
"That's not bad…" Miles chokes out, and I find myself nodding in agreement.
"Not bad at all." I clear my throat, willing my pounding heart to calm the fuck down. "I'm sure if they were present during my heat, it would be…"
"Completely acceptable," he finishes for me, nodding his head once like he's in a business meeting and not trying to hide the raging erection in his shorts.
"Yes." I nod in agreement, squirming a little in my seat. "Satisfactory."
Theextremelyscent sympathetic pack's card taunts me. What would it be like to be between all of them? Pack Hansen kept to a pretty strict schedule on what nights each alpha was allowed into my bed so there wouldn't be any cross-over, but I won't be tolerating that for my heat.
Images of Miles taking my ass while a lavender-scented alpha fills my pussy, as well as a third set of hands fondling my breasts flood my mind, and I shiver, nodding once again. "Yes. Very satisfactory."
