Page 13

Chapter Thirteen

Valor

“S o, who did you kill?” Omen asks, tossing his arm around my shoulder as we make our way back to the cell. I’m genuinely surprised he waited this long to ask. “You really pissed off our omega when you started blocking her in the bond. She went full-blown stalker. I think she attempted to access you through me, which wasn’t something I realized was possible.” He laughs obnoxiously, bumping into me as we walk. “Is that something you’re able to do? Can you block us individually?” He pulls a tattooed hand to point at his chest. “I can’t. At least, I don’t think I can. It’s an all-or-nothing situation. Not that I remember I’m supposed to be trying. Like right now, should I be blocking her while we have this delicate conversation?”

Leo snorts. “And you willingly bonded him? Do you ever get any silence in your own mind?”

I laugh. “Hardly ever, in fact, but it’s easy enough to tell where it’s coming from. And it’s second nature now. I’d miss him if he wasn’t there.”

Omen stops dead in his tracks, which halts all of our progress. “Not to be a sentimental fuck, but that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me.” He pulls me in for a bear hug, and I pat his back. “I truly thought you’d met the end of your road, mate. I’m grateful you’re still here.”

“Me too,” I agree as he pulls back. “Sergei and Vlad.” I answer his earlier question. “But I wasn’t the one who killed them.” I clear my throat awkwardly and point at Leo. “Your partner handled that.”

“Christ,” Omen mutters. “I thought they’d been moved to another block.”

“As did I.” I nod.

“Vlad and Sergei?” Leo asks, glancing between us.

Omen fills him in as we make the turn to the hallway our room is on.

Leo stops as he comes around the corner, and his head tilts animalistically. It’s hard to make out his expression with his mask covering the bottom half of his face, but he doesn’t seem pleased. “It seems they’re sending all the scum back to the block.”

“Edwin, Max,” Omen says, rubbing his hands together. “Did you think you could get away with misbehaving while we were away?”

My head tilts.

Clearly, I missed something.

“We were just trying to watch out for your woman while you were otherwise detained,” Edwin says, taking a tentative step back.

“Sure you were,” I growl, shaking away the haze that appears at the edge of my vision. “Goddammit, I thought bonding was supposed to fix me.”

Omen snorts.

Leo takes a step in front of me. He must have an inch or two in height on Omen, but hardly anyone can meet me on eye level. That doesn’t stop him from squaring his shoulders. “Shaw and I dealt with them last time. If they’re a problem that needs to be handled again, Omen and I will deal with them. You’re still on thin ice with the facility. Saylor’s life is now tied to yours.”

“She’s bloody well tied to me too,” Omen grumbles. “But I agree. I’ve got fewer strikes on my record.”

I sigh, nodding.

They’re right.

I’ve always had trouble watching injustice or evil play out, but since getting here and being surrounded by the equivalent of human filth, it’s gotten worse.

Saylor comes before all else, meaning I don’t get to let my anger win.

“For the record, I’m good and fucking tired of being called Valor’s pet ,” my partner calls out, pointing down the hallway. “Come up with something more original, you brainless gobshites.”

They take off, scurrying back the way they came. That hallway leads to the cafeteria, but they’ll have to return to their cell at some point before lockdown.

I laugh, and the sound echoes under my mask. “Apparently, they’re more afraid of you than they are of me. What did they do, anyway?”

“They got pushy about offering Saylor their protection. She made it clear she wasn’t interested. They continued to force the issue.” Leo spins, appraising the now-empty hallway. “I think I’ll follow them. I want to see what they do next and who they speak to.”

Omen nods, grabbing Leo’s towel and dirty clothes from under the alpha’s arm. He bundles them up with his laundry and tosses them at my chest. “I’ll keep Leo company. Give our omega a kiss for me.”

* * *

Saylor’s bliss hits me in the bond before I even get the door to our room open. Her perfume spills out, and I haul ass inside, making sure the door closes tight behind me.

Spinning around, my gaze meets Shaw’s as he appraises me.

Saylor is stretched out on the couch with her head and shoulders touching the cushion, but her ass is on the arm of the sofa with her legs dangling over the far end. Shaw is on his knees between her thighs, and I’m sure he had his face buried in her cunt about three seconds ago.

It’s the blade in his left hand that makes my head tilt. I looked all over the cafeteria for that thing—even asked Conrad where it disappeared to.

Shaw is fast.

I never noticed him nick it.

He nods and shoves the knife into his boot before burying his face back in Saylor’s pussy. His left hand flattens on her stomach while his right works in and out of her slick sex.

Being able to feel her euphoria helps distract me from the urge to murder him with my bare hands.

Rationally, I consider him an ally.

Instinctually speaking, the strong urge to decimate any alpha who’s that close to my omega is natural.

Instincts are a fucking pain in the ass, but I stifle the growl and take the huge pile of laundry over, dumping it in the bin Omen designated for dirty clothes.

“Please, I ache for you. Your knot! I want your knot!” Saylor whines, thrashing around the couch. “Please, Shaw.”

My heart races.

As much as I’d love to keep her to myself forever, heats are complicated. Omen and I managed the rolling waves, but an actual heat cycle lasts five to seven days. When single couple pairings were common, omegas suffered because one partner wasn’t enough to meet their sexual needs.

Omegas need alpha pheromones and semen to settle the cramps and fever. Otherwise, it’s agony. Omen can help give her orgasms, but even with the two of us, I don’t feel confident we could keep up.

It’s also the omega’s choice of who gets to participate in said heat, you stubborn fuck. It really isn’t my call—no matter what my instincts have to say about it.

“I told you, princess. You can suck me off once we’re done, but I’m not sliding inside you just yet. Now, come all over my tongue!” Shaw barks.

Saylor whines again, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. My instincts scream to give her whatever she wants. I can’t believe he’s clear enough to deny her. Her pheromones are about to do my fucking head in.

She writhes around, digging her fingers into his scalp. My cock jumps as I remember exactly what her slick tastes like. Feeling her euphoria flood the bond doesn’t help me stay clear for shit.

The little omega proceeds to beg, plead, and demand he bite her, but Shaw doesn’t stop lavishing attention on her clit.

Her eyes pop open, and her gaze swivels to meet mine. The chance she caught my scent is very low. I think she tracked me using the bond, and that makes my heart thump as my stomach somersaults.

Goddamn.

She’s so fucking pretty.

Shaw pulls his hand free of Saylor’s pussy and shoves at his joggers. Glancing over his shoulder at me, he says, “She’s not very good at following the rules, and I know she’s going to ask for more. How do you feel about holding her in place for me?”

“Are you open to that, little one?” I ask, striding over as Shaw pulls her up.

Her tits heave with every shallow breath she sucks in. Her head bobbles. “Um…I’d much rather he not be so stubborn?—”

Shaw slaps her ass, and Saylor squeals.

I take a seat on the couch. “How do you want her?”

The alpha leads her over with her back to me. “Sit on his lap but face me.”

My hands land on Saylor’s hips as she scrambles to comply. Her hair ends up in my mouth, and I chuckle, pulling it free. It only takes another second to realize how hot her skin is against my palm that now rests on her stomach.

Coming off suppressants is inconvenient, especially when we have no way of guessing when her actual heat will hit. One of these erratic waves could start and just not end. It’s a hell of a time with everything we’ve got coming up with Amato.

Shaw pulls Saylor’s legs, and she slides over my hard cock. The friction feels fucking amazing, but I can wait. As the little omega struggles, trying to sit up enough to dive for him, I link my arms over hers, holding her in place. He’s got her ass hanging over the floor, but the rest of her lies against me. Although it’ll give him easier access if he decides to fuck her, I was under the impression she was going to suck him off.

Shaw settles on his knees, fisting his cock and staring at Saylor’s pussy.

I work my hands down, grab her knees, and loop them over mine. When I spread my legs a little wider, it opens her up even farther, and the unbonded alpha growls.

“You’re the one torturing the both of us,” the omega says sassily. “You could be knot deep right now, but you’re stubborn.”

“You’re a brat.” I tease my hand up her thigh and smack her clit. “Stop taunting him.”

“Only with you two,” she moans, her desire pulsing in the bond.

Bringing my hands to her tits, I pinch her nipples. She is warm, and she probably does need a knot or, at the very least, alpha cum.

At the same time, I can respect that he wants to take things slow to have the chance to atone for whatever went down between them in the past.

Saylor groans, and her back wiggles against my dick as her head rests against my chest. If Shaw takes much longer, she’s going to start dripping all over the floor. He knee-walks closer, planting a hand on her hip as he slaps his crown against her clit.

The little omega thrashes, and I hold her down.

“I’m going to come all over your pretty pussy, finger it back inside you, then we’ll let Valor lock it up tight,” Shaw says, smirking. “What do you think about that, princess?”

She groans, nodding wildly.

My knot throbs.

Yeah, that sounds pretty fucking incredible to me too.

Shaw leans over, capturing her mouth as his forearm flexes. Her feet bounce against my shins, and I do my best to trap them behind my calves.

She’s a wiggly little thing, and my dick aches, welcoming the friction.

A low growl rattles out of Shaw’s chest, and he pulls back. “Careful. You bite me, it makes me want to bite you back.”

“Do it,” she sobs, bowing off my lap. “Tasting me on your tongue was surprisingly hot. I’m an omega, dammit. I can take both of you at once and not break a sweat.”

I laugh.

She’s right about that.

My head tilts.

He’s tormenting her just a little. At least from up here, it looks like he’s circling her clit and sliding down to tease her opening before working back up again.

“Watching you clench around nothing is so fucking hot,” Shaw growls. “You’re drenched, baby girl.”

My thumbs flick over Saylor’s nipples, and her pleasure teeters close to the edge. The bond is a gift at times like these. It’s clear she needs just a little something, and tugging and pinching her nipples sends her orgasm spiraling through her system.

Shaw groans, and he doesn’t take his blue eyes off her pussy as he comes. Her scent is everywhere, but his tinges the air. I ignore it, cupping her tits and brushing my fingers over her still-warm skin.

He falls over her once more, capturing her mouth and trapping me under both their weight.

Luckily, I’m a giant.

I can handle it.

Saylor grinds over me as Shaw switches to fingering her full of his cum, and I grin, studying the side of her face. He blocks some of the view, but just being able to feel her contentment is enough for me. Well, that and knowing I’ll be sliding inside her next.

The ninety-second alarm rips through the speakers in the hallway, and I freeze.

Aww, fuck.

Here’s hoping Leo and Omen didn’t get themselves in deep shit.

“You’ve gotta let me up. I need to watch the door to make sure no one else tries to slip in,” I say, giving Shaw’s shoulder a shove.

I also need to make sure it can’t latch before the other two members of our group can make it back.

* * *

Leo and Omen make it back with mere seconds to spare.

I tug the door closed, noting they failed to bring drinks or food. Although, Omen has a stack of blankets, sheets, and towels. There are a few items left from what Shaw and I brought back earlier, and we’ll have to make do. They’ve never failed to feed us during lockdown, and I don’t see them starting now.

Shaw is back in the pants he pulled off earlier. He’s in the process of helping Saylor into a T-shirt. Once that falls down her curvy frame, he squats to get her into a pair of joggers.

“What happened?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

Omen drops the laundry onto the table and shrugs. “Honestly, I’ve no idea.”

“We didn’t approach or interact with the two from the hallway,” Leo says, backing up Omen’s version of events. “I guess it could be due to the Russians earlier.”

That’s been in the back of my mind since the alarm first buzzed. It would be too much to hope that they get tired of dealing with us and decide to toss us out on our asses.

My luck has never been that good.