Page 83 of The Knotty Omega

“I’m just racking up the debts you’ll owe me when I find my own pack,” she teases, before spinning me around. “I’ve gotta run, but have the best time tonight, okay?”

“I will,” I promise, watching after her as she heads out my door, then sigh as I slip my shoes on.

Hannah’s been through the whole OMS system. No packs have jumped out at her that meet her requirements, and if she tries to set up a date anyway, just to see, they go horribly.

I really hope she finds what she’s looking for.

By the time I make it downstairs, all my guys are waiting for me like something out of a movie. Ollie is closest to the stairs, with his blonde hair slicked back and gauges still in his ears, and his neck tattoo peeking out of the collar of his tux. It’s way hotter than it has any right to be.

Titus is next, his burly frame pulling slightly at the seams of his tuxedo, and I can tell how uncomfortable he is to be wearing it, but he’s doing it for Simon.

Archie looks like he should be on the cover of my omega-bop magazine, his wavy black hair gelled back, the curl barely hitting his ears.

Mattie and Simon are talking off to the side, Mattie with his hair as meticulously styled as ever, and Simon with his auburn tresses pushed out of his face, his glasses making him look even more dapper.

Ollie’s breath hitches when he spots me, and one by one, each member of my pack takes me in, my bonds flooding with longing and awe.

“You…you look breathtaking, Tink,” Ollie says, reaching his hand out for me to take when I reach the bottom of the stairs. I take his hand, his fingers warm and strong as he twines them with his.

“Hannah warned us we might have a heart attack but I don’t think she gave us enough warning,” Archie murmurs, coming up on my other side, making my cheeks heat as he runs a hand down my bare back.

Titus lets out a low whistle, “Damn, angel. That dress looks so sinful we may need to just peel it off and leave it here.”

I bark out a laugh and shake my head “You guys are ridiculous.”

Mattie approaches, his touch featherlight as he runs the back of his hand over my cheek. “No words could do you justice,tesoro mio. You are absolutely divine.”

Behind Mattie, Simon’s mouth gapes open and closed, his gaze traveling up and down my body like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing. “I—you—um—” His face is remarkably red for someone who’s had his head buried between my thighs at every opportunity the last two weeks, but damn, is he adorable.

Mattie grins back at him. “No words?”

Simon swallows roughly and nods. “No words.”

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The limo is clouded with pheromones by the time we get to the charity event, and Mattie had to put a stop to the start of no less than three orgies on the ride over. “We do not need the entire party to smell what our satisfied omega smells like, no?” Mattie grumbles after the second attempt of Ollie to slide a hand under my dress.

“At least if she’s satisfied other alphas will sense that,” Ollie mutters, uncharacteristically put out by being denied access to my pussy. I can only laugh and shake my head.

They really are ridiculous.

By the time we’ve made it out of the limo and make it into the party, the auction is just about to begin and we take a seat at our table. There are plenty of tables with clipboards, placed in front of items ranging from spa-gift baskets, to signs reading “All inclusive cruise” and a yacht.

Titus sticks as close as my acting bodyguard as we all take a look at the items up for auction. “Are you going to bid on anything?” I ask Titus, letting my fingers run over a soft blanket and a thousand dollar gift card to NestingCo.

“Nah,” he says, pressing his back into me. “But you should.”

I snort. “I don’t have enough money to bid on any of this stuff yet.”

“Angel,” Titus all but growls. “The pack shares funds. Our money is your money. And believe me, we have enough money.”

“I guess I’ll have to talk to Mattie about that then,” I say breathlessly, cursing the way his growl makes my thighs clench together with need. And slick. Shit.

“I need to run to the restroom,” I tell him, backing away to head to the small hallway that holds the bathrooms.

His brow furrows. “I should—”

“Ty, I’ll be fine. There’s security all around here and it’s thebathroom.”

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