Page 90 of Their Knotty Pack
I had frowned at Hunter's retreating form as he called something over his shoulder about needing to work, wondering if he had been hanging out with me because he wanted to, or because he felt obligated to keep me company until one of the guys got back from work. That is, until he stopped in his tracks, turned on his heel, and approached me until only a hairsbreadth separated us.
"I forgot something," he had said quietly, before taking my hand, leaning in, and pressing his lips against mine. It's almost the same as theone he gave me in the kitchen, but this one…lingers. "I had a wonderful time with you this afternoon, bluebell."
My hand reached up to touch my still-tingling lips. "I did too."
He nodded once, squeezing my hand in his before turning away again.
Damien and Miles had stood in the hallway, looking at me with something like…awe.
Next thing I knew, Miles had somehow crossed the room, wrapping me in a hug, my face pressed into his chest. Dark-chocolate and blueberry is all I can smell, and any lingering stress from the day had just…melted away.
Now though, a voice in my ear has my body going into overdrive. "I think you underestimate just how much we want to be able to leave work due to a 'pack emergency'," Damien chuckles. When the hell did he come behind me? His arms snake around my waist, his lips pressing just above Miles' mark.
Gods. Suddenly I'm filled with memories of me being in almost this exact same position but with Miles and Kieran. Which prompts me to slowly pull down the shield on mine and Kieran's bond, if things are going to go the way I think they will.
EvenIcan smell my scent flooding the room. "Nice to know…I can be of service," I gasp as his mouth trails up behind my ear. I'm trying my damndest to keep my composure, but Damien is all silky words and sexy promises.
"I'm thinking more about how we can be of service toyou, bright eyes," the beta murmurs, his teeth snagging on my earlobe. "I don't think our head alpha did a very good job of distracting you. What do you think, blue?"
Miles grins down at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "No, I really don't think so. We need to remedy that, don't you think?"
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. "What if I said I don't need distracting? I mean, I'm supposed to leave here to bring Brody dinner in a few hours."
"Then," Damien's voice is like silk in my ear, his hands on my stomach reaching down to get under my shirt, "I would tell you that you're free to step out from between us at any time." My breath hitches when his hands meet my bare skin under my shirt. "But I'd also call you a liar."
His hands inch up further, brushing the edges of my bra. "Come on, little omega," Damien murmurs in my ear. "Come out to play. Do you know how hard I have to touch myself when I listen to you take blue's cock nearly every night?"
His words have my thighs clenching, the thought of him listening while Miles and I have sex sending a rush of slick out of me. Miles groans and unconsciously tilts his hips up. His already-hard cock brushes against my stomach, and my breath hitches.
"You like that?" I can feel Damien's smile against my hair as I stare up into Miles' blown pupils. "You like the thought of your beta going wild with need at the very thought of you two tangled together on the mattress?"
Before I can think twice, I'm turning in Miles' hold, throwing my arms around Damien's neck, and smashing my lips to his. Rainforest and something distinctlyDamiensurrounds me as he immediately groans into my mouth.
Miles' hips buck up into my ass as his face buries in my hair. The whole room smells like damn tropical dessert, and when Damien's hands grip my thighs, pulling me up to straddle him, I don't resist. Damien pulls back suddenly, breathing hard. "Do you really want this, Bethany?" He suddenly doesn't look anything like the suave, practiced beta I know him to be. He looks unsure, and a little…anxious?
That's when I realize I'm not looking at Damien Silva, playboy extraordinaire, but Damien Silva, the shy boy from Idaho. The boy who learned too many times that putting himself and his heart out there only gets him hurt.
There's something in his gaze that tugs at the strings of my heart, and I wet my lips, nodding. The last couple of days, Miles and I have talked at length about what our first time with each of our pack members would look like. Damien…he needs something different from each of us. "I do, Damien. I see you, and I want it all."
I want the full version of him, if he'll let me have it.
And that means…giving me control. I wouldn't call myself a dom, but I can appreciate the feeling of someone trusting you so completely that they just…let go.
If Damien decides that he doesn't want it, it's no skin off my nose, but I want him to have the option to do it.
Something like relief fills his expression before Miles speaks. "Upstairs? Or down here?"
"Upstairs. I'm not risking Kieran coming home early and interrupting my first taste of alone time with the two of you."
"You're a terrible sharer," Miles chastises.
"Only the first time," Damien says seriously, before his eyes soften. "Except when I'm sharing with you two.
Then he turns, with me still in his arms, and makes his way to the staircase. "Come on, blue. I need you for what I have planned."
My heart races as he bounds up the stairs, carrying me like I weigh nothing. When the three of us reach the nest, he doesn't stop until he's laying me on top of the mattress. His body hovers over mine for a brief moment, his eyes searching my face before nodding once. "I want you to get undressed, bright eyes. And once you're completely naked, I want you to touch yourself while I swallow your omegas cock down my throat. Can you do that for me?"
Holy shit. Um, yes I can fucking do that. I'll listen…for now. Though when it comes down to it, Damien might not want what I'm going to offer him.
