Page 54 of Their Knotty Pack
And it's not like I want just anyone, either. It'sthem.
Bethany and Miles. If I thought they'd agree, I'd at least ask them to take pity on me and let me watch them while they make love. I can't even call it fucking, with the way they look at each other. It's clear that whatever they have between the two of them far surpasses the pull of the true scent match.
Soul mates.
So I scrub out my sexual frustration, deep-cleaning a new room each day, even though it doesn't really need it. My yellow rubber gloves, a tauntingly cheery color, drip water as I pull my sponge out of the bucket and clean the next tile.
Is it something I'm doing that's putting them off me? Am I being too forward? I can't help it if I'm naturally gifted at making my desires known. Though, nothing seems to have changed between Kieran and Bethany in the light of day. He's still a complete ass, and she bites back every time.
Hunter's told me not to get involved, but maybe next time they fight, I’ll jump in. Take her side. I've been wanting to anyway, considering she's in the right ninety percent of the time.
My phone starts to ring in my pocket, and I sit back on my knees to answer, taking off my gloves.
"I'm a little busy right now, Hunter."
He snorts. "Are you stress cleaning the bathrooms again?" I scowl. He knows my stress-habits better than anyone. Growing up together will do that to you. It makes me feel like even worse of a friend for not noticing his sexual orientation. I just thought he was a prude. "It's either that or fucking, and I know you wouldn't step out on our omegas like that."
Suddenly I'm not feeling as bad.
"None of your business. Do you actually have anything to say or are you just calling to interrogate me?"
I swear I canhearhim roll his eyes. "I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm not going to be home for dinner tonight."
"Hunter?" I ask, my tone as sweet as honey. "You explained that you have to forge an emotional connection to someone to be interested in them physically."
"That's right…" he says slowly.
"So can you please explain how you plan on creating that connection if you'renever fucking here?"
He sighs. "Listen, I know it's bad, but we just got a lead on that trafficking case I've been working on the last six months. I have to check it out."
We hang up shortly after, and I shake my head, putting my phone back in my pocket and pulling my gloves back on. I get that he needs to work, but I'd bet my left nut that he's at the station much longer than he's required.
Closing the bathroom door so it's only open a crack, I get the flooring behind the door as fresh and fucking sparkly clean as anything.
Except…that spot I missed just inside the room. A shoe print. Who the hell brought shoes upstairs? Grumbling to myself, I hunch forward, attempting to scour all traces of the damn shoe from my otherwise immaculate bathroom.
I bet it was Kieran. That giant man with his motorcycle boots and stupid grin. This print looks to be just his size too—
A flash of blinding pain in my forehead jolts me from my thoughts, and as I fumble backwards, my hand drops the sponge I was holding. "Fuck!" I gasp, immediately flinging off my glove and clutching my head.
"Oh my gods!" Bethany squeals, peeking her head through the door. "Damien? Are you okay?"
Shit. That hurts. I look at the hand that had been clutching my head and see blood. Geez, she was really hightailing it into the room, wasn't she?
She gasps, her eyes on my hand before I place it back on my forehead. "Damien, I am so sorry, I didn't realize you were in here." She gently pushes the door open enough for her to come in and crouch in front of me.
"It's alright, bright eyes," I grimace, wincing at the stinging in my forehead, "whywouldn'tyou come storming into a bathroom that you almost never use?" Maybe Miles is still in the shower?
Her cheeks flush bright red, but she doesn't answer me. Instead, her eyes roam my face, looking for any more damage before standing and grabbing a hand towel from the rack.
"Here," she gently moves my hand and presses the towel to my head, "hold that there, I have a first aid kit in the nest bathroom. Do you want to come with me or should I grab it and come back?"
She's inviting me into their nest? Maybe not in the traditional sense, but hey, a win is a win.
"I can come with you." I try not to sound too eager. Be chill, Damien.Be. Chill.
She does her best to help me stand, which is adorable considering I'm much larger than her and don’t need her help, but I like her fussing over me.
