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Chapter Twenty-Four

Valor

I ’ve got an unhealthy obsession with how Saylor’s soft little body feels pressed against mine. She whimpers, cradling my face in her hands as I nip at her lower lip. Only, I fucking forgot that’s where Shaw put his bondmark. Her blood fills my mouth, and I freeze.

The naughty omega seems oblivious to the new wound I just caused. She grinds her hips, forcing my tip to slide through her lower lips. My crown catches at her opening, and she sinks down as much as she can without breaking the kiss.

Her warm, wet cunt stretches around my shaft, and her slick feels completely different than the water of the tub.

I finally get my shit together, licking over Shaw’s bite to reseal the wound, but my eyes pop open and everything is blurry.

Saylor’s pheromones are everywhere, and they’re so thick, they have to qualify as a perfume. That, combined with the way she swivels her hips in a circle on each descent down my shaft, makes it difficult to stay clear.

She’s frantic as she attacks my mouth with little coordination. “More, please.”

My hand tightens on her ass, shoving her down with force as she bounces over me. Her wet tits brush my chest, and she sobs against my lips.

I’m inside her bare all over again .

My head won’t shut the fuck up. It seems to think now is the perfect time to breed her, despite knowing she’s on birth control. Living in the fantasy doesn’t hurt anything, right?

Planting my feet flat on the bottom of the tub, I use that as leverage to buck up into her. Even after all these times, she feels so fucking tiny compared to my massive ass, but I’m no longer afraid of breaking her pussy.

The harder I thrust into her, the louder she gets. The sounds spill out around our kiss until she pulls back to breathe. Her lips brush my cheek as she moans, and her inner walls clench the hell out of my cock.

“God, little one,” I growl, using my hand on her ass to lift her until my crown is just barely inside her before dropping her with force. “I’m never going to get tired of the way you feel wrapped around my cock.” Her nails dig into my jaw, and she lets out a ragged whine.

The sound tells my system she needs more, and I’m happy to comply.

She moves her face to rest in the crook of my neck, and her warm breath teases my skin.

Shit.

I’m trying to be gentle… It just isn’t working. I ramble that, but she doesn’t reply or even tell me she enjoys the level of roughness.

She’s completely gone, lost to the fog if the bond is anything to go by, but she’s content. If it was too much, I think I would be able to sense her pain or some discomfort.

“You like that?” I ask, hoping she’ll respond. “In the facility, I told you to use me, but I think I’m doing that to you now—using you as my dirty little fuck toy to get myself off. Shit. I like the sound of that way too much. Making you my fuck doll. I’ll take you out when I need you and use as I see fit.”

“Yes!” Her cunt quivers in a way that leads me to believe she’s about to come, and she sends me something in the bond that comes across like a plea.

The cool water laps at my skin as I finally release my hold in her hair, moving both hands to her ass. My fingers dig in, and I work on using her pussy just how I need to get myself there.

“Valor, oh shit…” More begging spills from her lips as I rut up into her like a man possessed. “Knot, I want your knot.”

I would, but that would make getting out of the tub a lot fucking harder.

Her pleasure floods the bond, and an instant later, her core locks down on my dick. It gets hard to move, but I do my best to fuck her through it.

Feeling her euphoria sends me over the edge, and my balls get so tight it’s almost painful.

My cock swells, and I slam as deep as I can get, rambling out nonsense about breeding and owning her. “You hear me, Saylor? You can’t ever run. I’ll track your ass to the ends of the Earth, then I’ll never let you out of my sight again. I’ll fucking chain you to my bed if I need to…”

The fact her happiness fills the bond even more than the waning echoes of her orgasm speaks to how fucked up alpha and omega dynamics are. It’s still the truth. It soothes her system to know how much she’s wanted, and to have reassurance that I’ll do anything necessary to keep her by my side, so I’ll always be able to protect her.

I might pretend to be better than I am, but at the end of the day, I’m an alpha predator. If she ran, I would chase.

* * *

I give us both a cursory dry off, but it’s difficult since Saylor won’t let me put her down to do it. She clings to my neck with her dripping pussy resting against my stomach as I squeeze the excess water out of her hair and run the same towel over both of us.

The bath was probably useless, but at least we tried.

Heats are messy, and her waves are more erratic than what I’ve always been told to expect. The suppressants fucked up her system to the point she’s not acting like an omega normally would in heat. She has long periods of lucidity, followed by blackout waves of being lost to the fog, but she’s a lot more coherent than I was led to believe would be the case. Hopefully after this one, things will regulate with her second heat cycle off the meds.

If nothing else, I’m just grateful the vomiting seems to have passed.

Every time I think of what the facility did to her, it fills me with rage reminiscent of being fully rabid. We’re in no position to get that place shut down, but hopefully McCabe’s bosses change their stance on it not being a threat to society.

That, or someone with more power than we have sets their sights on putting an end to it.

Saylor coos against my chest, and my hand tightens on her lower back. We head across the hall into the room we’ve been using as a nest.

Leo and Omen are across the room, trying to hang a blanket over the window. The small bedside lamp offers minimal lighting, but that will be perfect for when Saylor goes through another wave.

Shaw lies stretched out on the bed, and it looks like they’ve changed the sheets, comforter, and put on the waterproof pad Ridge and I bought. I’m kinda surprised we even got lucky enough to find that.

This area is nothing like London.

Shaw’s head tilts as he spots us, and he nods to the gift bags on the floor. Before I left with Ridge, he and Leo shoved a credit card at me. I wouldn’t have felt guilty in the least about using the money we plucked off Amato and the other men I used to work with, but they were pounds and we’re in Germany. Finding somewhere to do a money conversion would have been a pain in the ass all the way out here.

Striding to the edge of the bed, I wait for Shaw to pull the comforter back and place Saylor on the edge. He scoots toward the middle, and the little omega follows.

Once there’s enough space, I lie down behind her as she faces Shaw.

“We got a few courting gifts for you,” he says softly. “But they can wait if you’re not in the mood right now.”

Leo and Omen talk in low voices, discussing the best way to keep the blanket up to block the light without damaging the house.

Saylor nods and stretches back, grabbing my hand. She pulls my arm around her, and my fingers come to rest on her stomach.

“Thank you. That sounds great. Can we do that later?” She yawns, wiggling until she finds a spot that’s comfortable. “I’m beat all of a sudden. The food and bath made me sleepy.”

Shaw chuckles, leaning over to kiss her forehead. “The fucking probably helped too. A solid orgasm has been known to make me tired.”

“Yeah, that too,” she agrees. “When you guys are done with the window, you should come snuggle with us.”

Omen laughs. “Of course, darling. Having Valor as my little spoon is another of my bucket-list items. Germany has been good to me, I’m marking off shit left and right.”

I raise a hand, flipping off my partner, but focus on Saylor’s sweet scent. I’m done for too. I haven’t slept since we left the facility, and cuddling with my omega as I take a quick nap sounds like a fine way to pass the afternoon.

* * *

I blink awake, and Shaw’s eyes meet mine over Saylor’s shoulder. The next rational thought is concern, both for how hot her skin is and how terrified he looks.

Omen’s scent hits me a second before he climbs onto the edge of the bed behind me. His knees are cool against my back, which only amps up my fear as I realize exactly how much Saylor has heated up my front. Her ass was facing me when I fell asleep, but her front presses against mine now.

“All right, darling. We have an omega thermometer. I need you to open for me,” Omen says, brushing his fingers over her pink cheek.

Her eyes are beet red and glassy as they pop open. She trembles against my skin, groaning. “I think I’m dying. Oh my god, what is happening?”

“We’re just going to make sure you don’t need a doctor, and then we’re going to stuff you full of knots until that fever comes down.” Shaw runs his hand down her arm. “Open, princess.”

Shaw and Omen were obviously awake before I was, and that’s a good thing. They’re already on top of assessing the problem as Saylor lifts her tongue.

She whimpers around the thermometer, and I start to consider if I should run a cold bath. It seems like an eternity passes as I study her face, and the thermometer finally beeps.

Omen leans over me once more, plucking it from her lips. “Fuck, 111.3. That’s dangerously close to needing a hospital.”

“Jesus Christ,” Shaw murmurs. His wide blue eyes meet mine, and his fear is apparent.

My mind races through a million different scenarios.

Is the room too open?

Is the fact she doesn’t have a confined nest making things worse?

Is this all due to the suppressants?

Does she need a doctor?

Why isn’t she begging for dick?

Why the fuck don’t they give alphas more education on how to care for omegas? The extent of my knowledge was a couple of classes in secondary school, and no one paid attention.

This is something adults should be educated on, anyway. Teenagers never take anything too seriously. I sure as fuck didn’t, and I’m starting to really regret that.