Page 73 of Their Knotty Pack
"Okay." He nods, rubbing a hand down my back as he presses a kiss to my cheek. "No matter what happens, you know I choose you, right?"
I bark a laugh. "'No matter what happens'? What do you think is going to happen?"
He rolls his eyes at me. "You know what I mean. I'm just trying to make you feel better since I can sense your anxiety." Shit. I thought I was doing a good job keeping him blocked out. "I know that face, nymph. I don't need the cheat code of a bond to tell that you're having some anxiety about this."
A real smile tilts at my lips this time. My omegawouldrefer to our bond as a cheat code. "Does that mean you didn't mean it? If you’re just trying to make me feel better?" I arch a brow, teasing him.
"Ofcourse I did, baby. It's you, every time. Will it suck if this goes sideways? Yeah, but I'm sure I'd get over it eventually. I wouldneverget over not having you though."
As sweet as the sentiment is, I really think he's underestimating the effect of the true scent match.
But, it doesn't matter, because things are going to go fan-freaking-tastic.
Life itself is going to be fan-freaking-tastic. Because by the end of this conversation, we'll be courting a pack, and tomorrow I'm going to ask my boss if we can keep Brody's business cards in our lobby, and maybe I'll feel a little less guilty for finding my pack when there are an unknown number of faceless omegas out there who have suffered the same as me..
"Do you want to send the message, or should I?" He tilts his head at me, and I bite my lip, debating.
"I'll do it." And before I can change my mind, I'm pulling out my phone and adding Miles and the whole of Pack Song to a group text.
Me
Non-emergency pack meeting?
Kieran
When? Now?
Damien
But what if I have plans?
Brody
Damien and I are already in the living room watching TV
Hunter
I'll be right there.
Kieran
Me too
Well, that was easy.
Miles chuckles, reading the messages from his own phone. "Let's go downstairs."
By the time we get down there, all the guys are waiting, looking a little nervous. Why aretheynervous?
Miles and I sit down at the edge of the loveseat together, while the rest of the guys squish together on the couch, the TV turned off. It's almost comical, the way that Hunter's hulking body is squished between Damien and Kieran's only slightly smaller frame.
"Is everything okay?" Hunter asks hesitantly.
"Yeah, um, actually, we just wanted to talk to you guys about something." My voice comes out a little squeakier than I'd like, and Miles' hand lands on my knee. So far, all of this has been circumstantial. Them being assigned to our heat suite. Them having to move in because my omega claimed Kieran. Even my relationships with each of them so far…they've only happened because they live here.
But I'm actively choosing this. Them. I want to get to know them—officially.
"I know that we've kind of been getting to know each other already," Miles chokes on a laugh, and I don't need him to say anything to know he's laughing at the fact that I just described getting finger fucked by Brody on the couch and getting railed by Kieran nearly every night as 'getting to know each other'. "But," I continue as if he hadn't made a peep, "we want to make it official."
