Page 38 of Their Knotty Pack
Everything fades to black as the coppery taste of blood fills my mouth, my own teeth piercing something soft. More panicking noises take to the background as the red haze completely takes over.
I guess not even the best rut blockers can stand up against a true scent match and a bonding bite.
Chapter 16
Brody
Well, shit.
Chapter 17
Damien
"What the fuck?!" Miles' eyes are wide, panicking as he watches the in-heat omega and rut-induced alpha tend to each other's bite marks. In the next instant, the little bright-eyed woman is on her hands and knees, taking Kieran's cock from behind.
"Shit," Brody hisses, running a hand through his hair, panicking even as his hard cock bobs against his stomach.
I, for one, am pissed. This wasmyidea.Iinsisted we volunteer at the heat clinics,Iput in all the work.
And the damn abominable snowman gets bit first? How is any of this fair?
The sound of the omega's keening snaps me out of my fuming. Kieran is just rutting into her like a fucking animal. Where's the finesse? The gentle easing? The sensuous touch—
"You said you were all on rut blockers!" Miles points an accusing finger at us.
Brody raises his hands in a placating gesture. "I swear, we did. You can ask the moderator, she administered the shots herself before sending us in here."
The phone on the wall rings, and Miles goes to answer it, panic obvious in his expression. I not-so-subtly eavesdrop on the conversation.
"Yes. Both of themdidjust bond, and yes, heisin a rut." His lips purse as he listens to whatever the moderator is saying. "I was joking when I said that, and you know it—" He's silent. "I'm aware that nobody can account for true scent matches but—" He sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Yes. I'm aware. So even though Ijokinglysaid that there would be no more bonding unless she bites first— Yeah. Okay. Got it." He hangs up the phone, running a frustrated hand through his hair as he turns to face us. "I don't get it. It's not like we hear about rut blockers failing all the time. We can't be the only case of happening upon a true scent match. I mean, they use the same scent cards as the OMS for crying out loud."
"I would imagine," I drawl, walking over to the bed and sitting next to the rutting pair, my hand reaching between them and finding the omega's clit. She'll never come if he keeps doing what he's doing. Kieran turns his head to try to snap at me. "No." I say sternly, flicking him on the nose. "No,badalpha." He grumbles at me before returning to his rutting.
Sighing, I shake my head, my fingers working Bethany's clit over with practiced fingers. I continue my thought as Miles and Brody stare at me with utter confusion. "That it's not just the true scent match, but a combination ofthat, Kieran's intense dominance, and the fact that bright eyes here bit him first…well, it probably overrode any effect the blocker would have had."
"Shit," Miles looks over at us guiltily, and Bethany's cries are like music to my ears, her body the instrument for the symphony I'm producing. "This is my fault," he says quietly. "I should have sent you all away the moment we realized what we were to each other. She's going to be devastated."
Brody beats me to telling him how ridiculous that is. "If you had sent us away, she still could have caught our scents in the room, and then no matter what any alphas did, she would still be unsatisfied."
And, I helpfully donotadd, they would have refused to leave because the alphas would have gone absolutely crazy at the thought of anyone else touching their true scent match.
I don't have any baser instincts to blame my brutish ways on. It's all me.
The sound of bright eyes shattering under my fingers has me grinning in satisfaction, and I watch with rapt fascination as her orgasm triggers Kieran's, causing him to push his knot past her entrance, letting it settle just inside her walls.
They collapse on the bed, still connected as Kieran lands them on their sides, and he pulls her to his chest, one hand gripping a breast possessively, the other resting on her hip as he nuzzles into her neck, a contented alpha purr rattling in his chest. My heart clenches at the sight of her lifting her face to scent mark his cheek.
Both their baser instincts are running the show right now, and I hate to think what will happen when they both come out of it. Kieran didn't seem mad before he went into his rut, but Miles says Bethany was adamantly against it.
"I don't know why she bit him first," Brody says slowly, watching the pair on the bed. "But even if he hadn't gone into a rut, what were they going to do? Live with a half-formed bond?"
Miles lips purse as I shift slightly in my spot on the edge of the bed. "It doesn't matter, it should have been her choice. She's been through too much to—" he cuts himself off, huffing a breath. "Nevermind. I can tell through our bond, she's finally settled for now. Let's just…get through this, and we'll have to face the music when they both come to, yeah?" He looks at the pair on the bed with a strange look on his face, and there's a flash of emotion—one that I recognize all too well as heartbreak—before it completely disappears and he climbs into the bed, shucking off his boxers along the way.
Does he think we won't want him? That we'll try to take her away from him and leave him alone? Something about Miles has always drawn me to him, even without scenting his blueberry-dark chocolate decadent goodness under all the layers of de-scenters they force the alphas and omegas to slather on at work.
Biologically, he and I won't be pulled as close as he'll be with the alphas of the pack, but that just means that he'll be with me because he wants to.
A salacious grin pulls at my lips as I think of all the ways I can convince him of that fact, and I watch as he settles on Bethany's other side, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The way he looks at her, the adoration and devotion clear in his eyes as he checks her over, warms something in my dusty heart. I wonder how long they've been together.
