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Chapter Twenty-One

Saylor

T ime loses all meaning. This has to be my heat or the rolling waves of preheat that come right before it hits. All essential bodily functions seem to have ceased in favor of producing an unholy amount of slick and nonsensical begging. I might not be eating or drinking a lot, but I’m sure I can’t be dehydrated if my body can make this much slick.

It’s been at least a few hours since Shaw and I bonded, but I only have vague, hazy memories of what’s happened since.

I’m annoyed, my skin itches, and it’s too bright and open in the nest that’s not a real nest . Reminding myself to be grateful we’re out of the facility and Amato is dead should be enough to settle my system.

It’s just…not.

Sometimes omega instincts don’t make any sense.

I’m burning up, and at the same time, I want to burrow, but all being wrapped in blankets would do is make my body temperature higher.

I’m not thirsty or hungry or interested in a shower.

I can’t seem to figure out why they won’t stop harassing me. If they would just fuck me more—like, a lot more—I’d probably be a lot less cranky.

I need more pheromones and cum.

* * *

“Listen, princess. Are you hearing me? You’ve ignored me the last three times I’ve asked, and that shit isn’t going to fly for a fourth,” Shaw says, slapping my ass kinda hard.

The pain sizzles across my skin, and my pussy locks down on Leo’s cock. Moaning, my face rolls around his chest. The scents of cedar and pine fill my nose, and it would be the perfect thing to focus on.

If Shaw wasn’t on my last nerve.

Leo is stretched out under me, but I wish he would roll us and take over. It’s a lot of work to grind on his swollen length when I seem to have turned into a melty puddle of useless omega.

“More,” I manage to choke out, wiggling my hips. I’m asking for more of Leo’s dick, but Shaw takes that as an excuse to pepper my backside with more stinging slaps.

“I don’t think it’s possible to punish an omega with pain,” Leo says calmly. “Not during a wave of heat. Her system doesn’t even recognize it as an uncomfortable feeling. It immediately converts it to more pleasure.”

“Well, that’s a pain in the ass,” Shaw says, chuckling darkly. “More for us than for her, apparently.”

Raising a shaky hand, I flip him off.

Even that’s a lot of work for my system, and my arm falls against the mattress as I groan.

“Just fuck me, and I’ll be fine.” My head bobbles up and down. “Please! I need your knots, not more talking.”

I don’t know when they became so bossy, but I’m okay. They’re just grating on my nerves.

“Open your mouth, let me take your temperature, then take a few sips of the bottle of water, and I’ll consider it,” Shaw counters.

I hear what he’s saying, and under normal circumstances, I could be convinced to comply. Only, everything hurts, and I don’t understand why. I’m uncomfortable, but taking action to fix it feels like way too much work when my brain is stuffed with cotton and my lower abdomen is crampy. I’m worn out, achy, and overstimulated all at once, and that makes for a crabby omega.

“Come on, princess. Open for me, please?” Shaw asks.

Instead of behaving, I twist my head to face away from him.

Leo’s skin is warm as I settle my other cheek back in the same spot, and even that manages to frustrate me. I just want to cool off and feel better, and I know they’re trying to help. It’s frustrating because I don’t know how to communicate what I need.

“I know you want more dick,” Shaw says. “And I’m happy to give it to you, but everything I’ve read says that we can’t let you go more than a few hours without drinking, and even with all the sex, we need to monitor your fever. Otherwise, we won’t know when things are serious to the point we need to find you a doctor.”

“I’m good,” I fib, and an awful knot appears in my gut at how concerned he sounds. “I’m fine, truly. I promise.”

“Listening to the two of you attempt to negotiate with her for the last half an hour has been bloody painful,” Omen says from somewhere behind me. “Allow me to assist.”

“Omen,” I groan, stretching out a hand.

“Aren’t you supposed to be keeping watch since Valor and Ridge left?” Leo asks.

The bed dips as Omen climbs onto the mattress.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere without much of an audience, if they do take action, but I have faith the facility would attack at night if they intended to. The darkness would offer protection. I’d say I’m needed here more than I am gazing out the windows.” His fingers wrap in my hair, and he tugs me up just a bit. I’m not vertical, but it puts me at a forty-five-degree angle with Leo’s chest. Omen brings his other hand to my cheek, teasing the backs of his fingers over my skin. “You’re boiling. All right, pet. You want my dick in your mouth?” I nod as much as I can with the way he grips my hair. “Perfect. Open those pretty lips and show me your tongue.”

He keeps hold of my hair but uses the other hand to shove his sweats down.

I have to fight against his grip to get a look at his cock. It’s not hard, but it seems like it could be a fun experience to get him there.

I’m so distracted by trying to stretch my tongue far enough to reach his crown—which, if I was thinking clearly, I’d know it’s a physical impossibility due to the distance—that I miss him snatching the thermometer out of Shaw’s hand.

He unceremoniously shoves it under my tongue from the side. “Keep it there, or you won’t like where I’ll put it next.”

I glare, and my eyes narrow.

I thought one of the things Valor was going to pick up was a thermometer, but I guess maybe they found one in the first aid kit. Thank goodness it has a cover on it.

“Be a compliant little omega, and I’ll give you what you want.” Omen reaches down, grabs my hand, guides it to his tip, and shows me how to jerk him. “Here, keep yourself busy while the device does its job.” It’s a solid distraction. His shaft is cool against my warm skin, which probably proves the point of why they need to check my temperature. “Stay focused, pet. Make my cock hard, so I can shove it down your throat.”

The thermometer beeps rapidly, and my eyes cross as I try to get a look at the screen. It’s bright red and flashing, which doesn’t seem like a great sign.

“Well, we tried, but this isn’t an omega thermometer,” Omen says, plucking it from my mouth. He clicks the button to shut it up and leans over, dropping it onto the nightstand. I almost lose my grip on his dick, but I stretch with him to keep hold of it. His shaft thickens with every uncoordinated jerk. “You smell well fucked, so what’s the problem, darling?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper, and my eyes fall shut. His fingers massage my scalp, and it helps soothe my anxiety, but I don’t understand why the emotion sits heavy in my chest in the first place. “Everything is achy. I just don’t feel good.”

“What can we do to help?” Leo asks, running his hands over my hips.

“Yes, think on that while you swallow this for me,” Omen says softly.

My eyes pop open, and Omen guides the bottle of water to my lips. He uses his hold in my hair to tilt my head back, and I’m forced to drink or end up covered in cold water. It hits my tongue, and it’s not bad.

It’s refreshing.

Then again, I’m the person who has to remind myself to eat and drink regularly. I also tend to hold my pee until I’m about to explode because I don’t notice I need to go until it’s an emergency. It’s part of having ADHD, or at least that’s what I found in online support forums. My doctor looked at me like I had two heads when I mentioned it to her.

Maybe a cold shower wouldn’t be so awful, or even just a tepid one. Anything that would help get my fever down.

“I really hate you,” Shaw mutters. I frown until I realize he’s talking to Omen. “I’ve been arguing with her for the last half hour to get her to drink something.”

“Next time, just do it.” Omen chuckles and pulls the bottle from my lips. “Don’t ask, mate. You’re an alpha. Take charge and command the situation.”

Shaw growls from behind me, but I ignore him to focus on how hard Omen feels in my grasp. Leo is still inside me…I just think his dick might need a break.

Luckily, I have a team of alphas to take turns.

“You know, I’m kinda tired,” Leo says. “Why don’t you swap with me, Shaw?”

“That sounds like a good plan to me,” I groan.

Maybe if we actually get back to the sex, I’ll stop feeling so stressed. It’s hard to focus on the anxiety that makes no sense while getting pounded into oblivion.

* * *

My head is a foggy mess, but I enjoy the way Shaw ruts into me. He’s on his knees between my thighs, and his hold on my hips digs in almost painfully, but I’m not complaining. It feels like he’s owning me, and it makes my nipples bead as my tits throb.

Omen’s thick cock stretches my mouth to capacity, but I don’t have to do much. His fingers thread even tighter in my hair, and he guides me where he wants me. Several pillows had to be piled under my head to make this position possible, but it was so worth the extra effort.

My top half is mostly turned toward Omen, while my bottom half is flat with the mattress to make it easier for Shaw to wreck me.

Leo took up keeping watch, which was sweet, but I wish all four of the guys were here.

“I’ve heard omegas can be knotted orally,” Omen says, slamming his tip against the back of my throat. “That could be fun, but then there’s teeth and that whole thing of what the hell do you do if you panic with a knot in your mouth?” His fingers brush my cheek tenderly, and he guides me deeper with the hand in my hair. “Luckily, I don’t have to worry about that, and it might be good practice. Next time I hit the back of your throat, I want you to swallow for me.”

Shaw teases my clit, and that distracts me to the point I don’t process Omen’s words until his tip is sliding down my esophagus.

I go rigid as shock sets in.

My core locks down on Shaw’s shaft, and it’s like I don’t know what to do with myself. It could be that I’m not used to the position. My mouth is fine, but the full feeling in my throat is slightly uncomfortable.

My hand cradles Omen’s hip and ass, and my nails dig into his butt cheek.

It’s almost like a warning.

I’m not at my limit yet, but if he shoves much deeper down my throat, I think I might be.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you. Don’t panic.” Omen freezes, tenderly brushing his fingers over my cheek. With him no longer moving, it helps lessen the fear, but I still have no idea how to manage breathing. “Pinch my thigh if you want me to stop.”

“You doing okay up there, princess?” Shaw asks, that slight country accent of his sounding especially thick.

Fat tears spring to my eyes as I struggle to keep from gagging, but I’m not prepared to tap out just yet.

“You’re amazing,” Omen coos. “Fucking perfect. Remember, you can breathe through your nose if you take shallow breaths.”

I nod as much as I can and work on calming my system enough that I can manage shallow gasps of air. Eventually my body realizes I’m okay, and my muscles loosen.

Shaw stopped thrusting at some point, but he still circles my clit.

It’s nice to see the two of them working together.

They’re the most antagonistic guys of the bunch, and the ones who I thought would have the hardest time getting along. Probably because Shaw takes everything so seriously, even if he cracks jokes or uses sarcasm to deflect, while Omen doesn’t take anything too seriously. He also uses jokes and sarcasm. Maybe that’s where they found common ground?

“Are you good?” Shaw asks again, gently pulling from my pussy and plunging back inside me.

I can’t speak, but my hand leaves Omen’s hip to give him a thumbs up.

“Good girl,” Omen says, tilting my jaw just a little until our eyes meet. “Now, relax and let us fuck your world up.”

It could be his words.

Or the sexy little wink he offers before teasing his thumb over my jaw.

It also might be the way his tattoo-covered abs and obliques flex as he pulls free of my throat and thrust back down my esophagus.

It’s all too much, and my system seems to overload.

God, even his nipple piercings are hot as fuck.

Shaw chooses that exact moment to slam into my pussy so hard his tip bumps my cervix. He’s so hard it’s almost painful.

Apparently, it’s everything.

All the things they’re doing to me are on the verge of driving me insane.

Something deep inside me aches for their cum.

Shaw leans closer, planting a hand on the bed beside my shoulder. It brushes his pelvis over my clit as he pumps into me in deep strokes that make it hard to concentrate. He grabs my breast, squeezing tightly.

Euphoria rips through my system, and I didn’t even realize I was close.

Omen pulls from my throat. His cock comes to rest on my tongue as I moan and shiver through my orgasm. He seems to really like the vibration against his shaft, if the way his hand tightens in my hair is anything to go by.

He sends me something in the bond, and I think it’s him telling me how sexy I am…maybe. It’s hard to tell, but he’s close too, and he loves watching me come.

“Hold on tight, princess. We’re going to give your birth control a run for its money. Scream around his cock if you need to.” Shaw growls and flicks his fingers over my nipple as he gets as deep as he can get without knotting me. He bumps the bottom on each buck of his hips, but he just keeps slamming into me, and somehow my body takes it and converts it into more pleasure. “Fucking hell, my head is all messed up. I can’t decide if I want to come as deep as I can get or if I want to pull out and come all over your skin so I can rub it in. Literally paint your pussy and nipples with me.”

“Get ready, lovely. I’m about to flood your mouth.” Omen moans, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine as my pussy locks down on Shaw’s length. “You’re going to suck down every drop. If you spill any, I’ll make you lick it up.”

“Aww, fuck…” Shaw continues cursing under his breath and freezes. I’m overloaded, and it’s hard to know what to focus on, but I clench my inner walls and try to grind over Shaw while Omen spills hot cum all over my tongue.

My body sizzles, and their combined pleasure radiating in the bond sends my head into the fog. Every sensation is heightened, outside of my vision, but I close my eyes and just live in the moment, feeling everything.