Page 37 of Their Knotty Pack
Then the rest of his words hit me. "She doesn't want a pack? Why not?" My words come out almost as a bark, and Miles visibly flinches. I immediately feel like an asshole.
Brody's hand lands on my shoulder. "We just…the true scent match really wouldn't change anything?"
"I don't know," Miles admits, looking downcast. "It's not my history to share, but Bethany…she had a pack for three years, and then…she didn't. I don't know if the true scent match will change anything for her, but she deserves to make the choice when she's not in the middle of her heat."
"What about you?" I challenge, "Are you against a pack as well?"
"It doesn't matter," Miles says fiercely, surprising me. "Bethany isitfor me. Whatever she wants to do…well that's what we'll do. We're a package deal. I choose her, every time."
"Where is she?" Brody asks, that gentle tone back. "She really shouldn't be left alone—"
Miles shakes his head, then moves over from where he was sitting on the bed and pulls back some blankets.
My breath leaves my lungs. Flushed cheeks, pinched brow. Hair so black it's the stark opposite to mine splayed out behind her head on the pillow.
It'sher. The little ray of sunshine that yelled obscenities at me on Christmas Eve after she ran into the road.
She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Her equally flushed, naked chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, her gorgeous tits the perfect size to fit in my hand. Fuck. What if she recognizes me?
No. There's no way, right? She was drunk as hell and she only saw my face from across the parking lot. It'll be fine. It has to be.
We all take a few steps closer, and Miles holds out his hand. Our steps halt.
"The alphas were given rut-blockers?" he asks, his tone now all business.
We nod, and he looks us over. "Clothes off in the nest, absolutely no biting. I don't care if she begs for it—which, considering she'll be able to scent the match is very likely— we are letting her make the choice when she's not in the heat haze."
"That's completely fine," Brody answers for us, nodding as he begins to pull off his suit jacket. He came here straight from work and didn't want to go home to change. Can't say I blame him.
Damien and I follow suit, all undressing until the three of us are standing stark naked in the middle of the room. We've never been naked together before, so there is an element of weirdness to it, but I can't ignore the complete sense of rightness that fills my chest when I see Miles eyeing the three of us greedily.
As much I'd love to explore this new side of me, Bethany is the one who needs us right now. My heart pounds with anticipation as Miles sits on the bed next to her and leans down to her ear. "Little nymph, your knots are here."
Her eyes pop open almost instantly as she sits up, her hair wild behind her. The most startling pale shade of blue that I've been fucking dreaming about greets us, and she eyes us hungrily before crawling all the way to the end of the bed.
"Well, fuck," Damien hisses. "That image is going to stay burned into my brainforever."
A snort leaves me. I can't even blame him, because, honestly? Same.
The sound catches her attention though, and her eyes are fixed on me as she stands up off the bed—
Her pupils blow and her nose twitches slightly, andthen, she's launching herself at me.
I have just enough time to catch her as her lips slam into mine, her legs wrapping around my waist as she attaches herself to me like a damn koala.
Her teeth scrape my bottom lip anddamn,little omega is down to play.
Her soaking wet center rubs along my erection that's trapped between her and my stomach, and I pull back slightly. "Come on, sunshine, don't you think we should make it to the bed—"
Shegrowls at me.
"Mine." Her pupils are black. "Myalpha."
Then her teeth pierce my shoulder.
"Fuck," I hiss in surprise, moving my legs to walk towards the bed as I hear Miles and Brody start to panic. The quick pinch of pain is quickly replaced by pleasure, and a red haze starts to cloud my vision as I feel the beginning of a rut coming on.
