Page 53 of Their Knotty Pack
His hand moves to grip my waist, then dip under my borrowed shirt. He growls in approval when he runs his hand through my folds, and in the next instant, he's moving me so my hands are bracing the bathroom counter, my legs spread out.
What surprises me the most, however, is when he drops to his knees and runs his tongue up my thighs. "Oh fuck, I can still taste him in you," he groans, "did you take good care of our omega, sunshine?" My cheeks heat at the knowledge that he's not just tasting my raspberry-hibiscus, but Miles' blueberry-dark chocolate as well.
It doesn't escape my attention that he says "our" omega. He…he doesn't want to take him from me. Some of my anger fades. This never would have worked with Pack Hansen, even I if had been on board with them bringing another omega into the pack. They couldn't share amongstthemselves.
Yet here's Kieran, getting even more turned on by the fact I was with Miles mere hours ago.
I nod wordlessly, and yelp when he nips my inner thigh. "Words, Bethany."
"Shit! Yes, yes I took care of him." Despite having just been completely satisfied when I fell asleep earlier, when I look at my eyes in the mirror, they're wild with need.
He purrs in approval, and continues to assault my pussy with his tongue, licking and sucking and nipping, his fingertips pushing into my skin so hard I'll be surprised if I don't have bruises tomorrow. "Ah!" I cry out as his fingers push into me, thrusting at the same pace as his tongue.
Before I know it, I'm a shaking, needy mess, but just before I tip over the edge, Kieran stands up, removing both his tongue and fingers from my aching core.
No, no,no, I was so close, why is he stopping? "Wha—Oh!" My question is cut off when Kieran slides right into me all the way to the hilt in one thrust.
A wanton moan leaves me, my head falling forward. Kieran isn't having any of that, though. He grips my messy bun and tilts my head back. "Nuh uh," he grunts, pumping his hips," I want to see the look on your face when you come all over my cock. Do you think it's the same face you make when you come apart under Miles? How do you think you'd look unraveling under both of us?"
His words have me clenching as I whimper, and he growls before increasing his pace. Kieran fucks me rough and fast, which is exactly what I need from him right now. I'm barely holding on for dear life as he pounds into me from behind when his free hand reaches around and starts rubbing my clit in furious circles.
It's too much. I can't take it. "Please! Please, I can‘t—Ah!" My orgasm wracks through my body suddenly, a jolt of lightning to my senses as my insides clench around his throbbing cock.
Kieran meets my eyes in the mirror, and I watch as he lets go of my hair, instead moving the collar of my borrowed shirt to the side so he can run his tongue along my bond mark from him, which has already faded to a silvery color.
I jolt at the sensation, and just as quickly as the first orgasm hit, the second one washes over me, and this time, I can feel Kieran pulsing inside me as he empties himself. His hips stutter as he sucks on my bond mark, and his groan of satisfaction sends a tingle all the way down to my toes.
I shouldn't be disappointed that he didn't knot me. I mean, do I really want to be stuck in the bathroom in the middle of the night? With the man I can't go two seconds without bickering with?
I'm expecting him to pull out and leave. To let me clean myself up and walk back to my room with a shred of dignity.
Instead, while he does pull out, he immediately grabs a washcloth, runs it under some water, and starts cleaning up my sopping wet pussy.
His eyes meet mine in the mirror again. "It doesn't have to mean anything," he murmurs again as he cleans me, his touch so light I almost don't feel it. Something shifts inside me as I watch the careful way he tends to me after his rough treatment.
I swallow, looking down at the counter as he cleans me up. Gods, if only his words were true.
Chapter 23
Damien
Four nights ago, Bethany was being fucked inthisbathroom. The same bathroom where I'm currently on my hands and knees scrubbing the tiles, because I have so much pent up sexual frustration I might literally explode if I don't do something.
I can't believe she slept with him. He's a complete and utter ass ninety-five percent of the time. It's one thing to hear the noises coming from their nest every night, since Miles and Bethany are clearly much closer than any of us have been with someone else. But she doesn't evenlikeKieran. And they've been going at it every night for the last four nights.
It must be their bond driving them together. I'm sure that's it, even though nobody has said a word to me about it. One whiff of the bathroom the morning after they did it for the first time, Hunter merely shot me a look that said"It's none of your damn business, Damien, don't you dare say a word."
So I haven't, just like a good little beta.
Instead, I tell Bethany how ravishing she looks, and make flirty little comments to Miles every morning on the drive to work since we carpool now. Even if he immediately disappears up the stairs to take a shower every day when we get home and then I don't see him until dinner.
I take every opportunity to make sure they know that I want them.
They're my damn scent matches, even if I am "just a beta".
I scrub harder at the upstairs bathroom floor, my dick throbbing at the thought that a very naked Miles is just down the hall, showering off the de-scenter he's required to wear to work.
I know they don't owe me anything. I know I'm not entitled to them. But holy shit, a man can only take so much. I haven't had sex since Bethany's heat, and before that, I went four months. For a man that was used to having an affair every other day? It's like I'm being tortured.
