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Chapter Twenty

Saylor

H aving Valor’s, Omen’s, and Leo’s scents all mixing together in the bed makes my senses hum in approval. Once we get back to the US, I’m going to set up the softest, most luscious nest any omega has ever seen. Then I’m going to fill it with my guys, and we’re never going to leave again.

Okay, maybe that’s a little extreme.

It’s not like I’m going to chain them to the walls… Although, that would be an excellent way to ensure they’re safe.

Leo’s comfort hits me in the bond. He pulls back the blanket and scoots close to my front. He’s shirtless, and the urge to bury my nose in his chest is strong, but I also enjoy being able to study his handsome face. “Are you getting that?”

I nod. “Yeah, I think so. It’s very comforting.”

“Good,” he murmurs, wrapping a huge hand around the back of my head. His fingers thread through my wet hair, and he tugs me closer until our noses brush. “Ridge is going to grab heat supplies, like ice packs and a thermometer, but in the meantime, how are you feeling?”

I smile.

Having his complete focus on me is addictive.

“I’m okay.” A yawn escapes, and the soothing feeling of Leo running his fingers through my hair only seems to make me sleepier. “I think my adrenaline wore off or something because I’m beat.”

“Yeah, that happens.” His chest rattles with his purr, and my hand is instantly drawn to brush over the vibration. “You were solid tonight, but I hate that you had to be in that position to begin with.”

“I’m okay.” I scoot a little lower and wiggle until my nose brushes his tattooed pec. “Maybe it’ll hit me later or something, but for now, I’m really grateful to have the five of us safe and under one roof.”

“Me too, pretty girl.” He nuzzles his cheek to the top of my head, and I focus on the hum of his purr. His is much smoother than Shaw’s or Valor’s, which leads me to believe his has been used way more often.

Things moved crazy fast with us, but I’m not upset about it in the least. They can do the wooing and courting once we get back to our normal lives.

Dealing with the facility was life-or-death insanity that I never thought I would be exposed to. A big part of me hates knowing the omegas I met are still trapped there. I just really hope they did sign up willingly.

The door opens, and my head pops up. It’s pretty dark with only the light that shines through the curtains and what spills inside from the hallway before Shaw closes the door behind him.

His muscular back flexes, showing off the lines of dark tattoos that weave around his sides and onto his lats. He turns toward the bed, and the gray sweats he’s wearing fall low on his hips.

I lick my lips as he prowls closer, but Leo’s hand tightens on my side, and I settle back onto the mattress. There’s a twinge of jealousy coming from my newest bondmate. It’s not overwhelming, and it highlights that we’re all human.

I wouldn’t handle sharing nearly as well as they’ve managed, but that speaks to how omegas are genetically coded. We’re fiercely protective of our chosen alphas. Then again, alphas are equally as protective of their omega.

Focusing on Leo’s dark eyes, I give him a soft smile. “Your scent and that purr are a dangerous combination.” I move closer and give him a quick goodnight kiss while Shaw gets situated under the comforter on my other side. Once he’s settled in, I roll over to face him. He’s stretched out on his back, and my hand comes to rest on his warm skin as I move to give him a chaste kiss. Pulling back, I study his handsome face. “Are you okay?”

A lazy smile takes over, and his hand lands on my lower back. “I am now that I’m touching you. Get some rest, princess. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay, good. I’m going to roll back over and face Leo. You can spoon me.” I move to do that, and Shaw’s low chuckle fills the air.

“Valor was right. You’re a bossy little thing.”

I have no idea why his words make my insides melty. Maybe it’s the fondness in his tone, but I settle between the two of them and finally give in to the urge to relax.

* * *

My eyes pop open as a painful wave of tightening rips through my lower abdomen. I moan, but it ends up muffled when cool fingers land against my lips. I’m lying on my back, and Shaw is next to me.

His top half leans over mine as the backs of his fingers brush my cheek. “You’re burning up,” he says in a throaty whisper.

I nod frantically and open my mouth to respond, but he quiets me again.

“Shh, Leo is knocked out hardcore, and I’d like this to just be me and you.” Shaw slides his fingers over my cheek and into my hair. His fingertips dig into the back of my skull, and he pulls me toward him. “You smell so fucking sweet. Goddamn, I tried to let you rest. You obviously need sleep, but you spent the last half hour grinding your ass against my cock.” He nips at my lips, and my core clenches painfully.

My cheeks feel hot, likely from the fever, but maybe a little because I can easily believe his words are true. My thighs are coated with slick, and my clit pulses.

I bring a hand to his ribs, and my fingers clutch at his back as I try to tug him closer.

Shaw complies, leaning in even farther and capturing my lips in one smooth movement.

His hand on my skull tightens, and he guides me where he wants me, leading the kiss and making my thighs rub together. He’s an amazing kisser, completely in control and commanding in a way that makes me ache to whine and beg.

My tits tighten, which is weird to notice, and before I realize what’s happening, Shaw rolls us.

He moves me over his chest and closer to the opposite edge of the mattress, but I’m not afraid of tumbling off. My back hits the bed, and he once again leans his top half over mine, just on the opposite side.

“Do you think you can stay quiet, princess?” He gives my hair a naughty little tug with the fingers still cradling my scalp. “Or do I need to gag you? I really don’t want to share the first time I slip inside you.”

“I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

“Of course you will be.” He brushes his lips over mine. “You’re my good girl.” His words make my legs spasm as heat rolls through my system.

Shaw releases my hair, using his other hand on my hip to scoot me a few inches away from the edge. He simultaneously holds himself up and settles between my thighs.

His deep blue eyes darken as he studies my heaving chest.

“Let’s just…” He reaches for the bottom of the T-shirt I’m wearing and tugs it up my body. I have to plant my feet on the mattress to have leverage to push up with, but he gets it around my hips and then grabs my hands, pulling me up.

Shaw rips the T-shirt off over my head and tosses it aside before wrapping his hand around my neck and kissing the hell out of me. I might be more awake than I was before, but the difference in our temperatures is staggering as our skin brushes.

He leans closer, guiding me back to the mattress as our tongues dance. Once I’m flat on the bed, he releases my neck, holds himself up on a forearm, and uses the other hand to shove his sweats down.

He kicks and pulls out of them, but I barely notice. His heavy cock bumps my thigh, and all I can focus on is how much I want more kisses…

And him inside me.

I need both.

Right now.

My hands land on his face, and I stare straight into his eyes, whispering, “I need you.”

“I’ve ached to hear you say that.” His weight presses against my chest as he settles back on top of me. He never got very far away, but his cool skin feels incredible against my sizzling flesh.

His eyes are so bright in the low light. Every fear I had about losing him and Leo comes rushing back in a cascade of memories that forces me to act. I need him to claim me so our pack can finally be complete. If we’re ever separated, I’ll be able to use the connection to find him.

Shaw lets me pull his mouth to mine, and he growls into the kiss, working a hand between us. It’s hard to tell, when I can’t see exactly what’s happening, but I can feel his forearm flex against my pelvis. His crown bumps my clit, and I nod, making his beard scratch against my skin as my lips leave his.

He must sense that I’m about to beg, like an omega lost to the fog, because he bumps my head to the side, getting close to my ear. “Fuck, Saylor. There are so many things I want to do to you all at once.” His tip bumps my clit, and I ache for more of that friction. “I want to suck on your tits, lick every inch of your skin, make you come all over my face—hell, I want your slick dripping from my beard until all I can smell for days is your pussy—but more than anything, I need to fuck you full of me. To finally slide inside that tight little body of yours and rut so deep, you don’t know where I end and you begin.” This time, he slaps my clit with his tip, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. “It feels like I haven’t done a goddamn thing to deserve this, but I’m not a good guy. You’re about to be stuck with me for life. I hope you understand what you’re in for.”

As long as he’s by my side, I don’t care what comes next. All I need to be happy is my pack. He’s the missing piece, but I think we’re about to fix that.

He nips at my ear and growls low. “Remember, not a peep.” With that, he moves to my opening and thrusts. The stretch takes a few seconds to process, and I go stiff as my nerve endings decide if that feeling is pleasure or pain.

It aches.

A good ache.

I think.

It’s hard to tell when Shaw pulls out completely and dips just his fat mushroom head inside my opening. My core tightens, trying to lock it in place like it’s a knot. I’m not sure when my hands moved to his shoulders, but I only realize where they are as I retract my nails from his skin.

I would apologize if I could, but words aren’t forming.

Shaw’s fingers dig into my jaw, and he pulls my mouth to his. That’s probably a good thing because he’s driving me crazy with this only dipping the tip in thing.

Every sensation is heightened.

The swirl of his tongue around mine.

The way his muscular body presses against my soft curves.

And especially the way he feels every time he breaches my opening.

Pulling my legs off the bed, I wrap them around his tight ass. It’s hard to concentrate as he rocks into me in measured strokes.

Hell, maybe he really is trying to keep from waking Leo, but he’s going to have a very pouty omega on his hands if he doesn’t start really pounding into me.

“Come on, princess,” he murmurs against my lips. “Give me at least one orgasm before I start to really rut into you.” My eyes open, and I’m greeted with an expectant look on Shaw’s face. “Let me watch you fall apart. I wanna see your face as you come all over my cock.”

That sounds nice.

But only if he comes too.

I pull my hands from his shoulders and loop my arms between his.

My nipples are so sensitive they’re almost painful, and flicking my fingers over them makes it hard not to whine.

“Damn, baby girl.” Shaw moves to tease my swollen nub, and my pheromones flood the air. “I’m getting foggy. I’m going to need you to get there soon. I want to remember this.” He picks up speed in working my clit. “You’re drenched and so tight, it takes my damn breath away every single time I dip back inside you. If I’m not careful, rut will take over, and I won’t remember shit.”

He pulls free of my sex and plunges in again.

Over.

And over.

Then he does it all over again, until I’m so overstimulated my body doesn’t know which way is up. Sweat beads on my forehead and between my breasts, and I’m not even the one doing anything.

I focus on the pressure that comes when he is inside me and pleasure builds in my lower stomach. Forming words seems hard. I’m not sure I could speak softly when I ache to beg. Instead, I nod frantically, hopefully signaling that I’m there…or about to be.

No, I’m about to come right now .

My inner walls ripple, and my nipples throb.

Shaw circles my clit with more pressure, and I detonate. Violent waves of euphoria rip through my system like a lightning bolt to the point I thrash and lose all sense of time and reality.

Only then does Shaw really pound into me, and his crown bouncing against my cervix sends me skyrocketing. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, possibly to muffle the sound, or maybe he just really wants to kiss me.

His cock swells, and he growls against my lips.

I’m so out of it, I can’t make sense of the sharp sting of pain in my lower lip.

The choice of whether to accept the bond hits my consciousness, and it finally clicks—the pain was Shaw’s teeth. I’m not sure my brain even has time to process the thought, and I’ve already accepted the connection.

He pulls his hand from between us, bringing it to cradle my cheek as he ruts, bumping the bottom of my pussy on every vicious snap of his hips.

My eyes pop open, stinging with a painful ache.

Holy shit.

We’re bonded.

My pack is complete.

Warmth and contentment washes through my chest, followed by Shaw’s pleasure as his orgasm rips through the bond.

I gasp at the feeling of being overrun with his bliss, and it causes me to curl off the mattress and toward him. Our teeth bump, and he finally retracts his canines, licking over the wound to clean and seal it.

I’m still shaking as he pulls back, caressing my cheek. It’s a tender and reassuring touch.

My vision is blurry, making everything hazy and muted—everything but Shaw.

Nothing makes sense.

I can’t tell if this is even real life or the most intense sex dream I’ve ever had.

I’m warm and floaty.

Shaw sends something through the bond. It’s hard to tell, but if I had to guess, I’d say that feeling is love and affection. Or it could be reverence for our newfound connection.

I don’t know.

I’m not all that astute at picking out my own emotions, let alone the ones other people are experiencing.

His fingers brush the sweaty hair back from my forehead, and he pulls all the way out to thrust deep all over again.

“You’re all mine,” he whispers, working his hips in a way he teases my oversensitive clit on every stroke. “I’m going to spend the next sixty or seventy years loving the hell out of you.” A dangerous smile crosses his face. “Well, that and fucking you so thoroughly you never look twice at another man.” His thrusts gain momentum, and his knot brushes my lower lips.

Then it’s inside me.

I sob, and it’s not a quiet sound.

My head whips to the side, but everything is fuzzy, and I can’t tell if I’ve woken Leo.

Shaw grips my jaw, turning my gaze back to his. “He’s been awake for a while. Let him enjoy the show.”

Leo’s scent pulses in the bond, and his amusement follows. I don’t get to focus on how hot it is to have an audience. Shaw’s knot is fully swollen and locked into place, but he begins grinding into me. It drags the appendage against my inner walls, and the fog hits so hard, it’s the last thing I remember.