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Chapter Twenty-Five

Leo

T alking to Easton when he’s pissed is always a whirlwind. He does this thing where he rants for so long, he gets relatively calm again, then he sends himself into another angry tirade.

He needs close-ups of Valor and Omen for the passport and IDs he’s obtaining for us, and he’s mighty pissed we didn’t send them last night.

Only, I don’t remember him ever mentioning that part. Apparently, he’s got someone inside Germany who is a top-tier forger, but they’re about to leave the country—like, within a matter of days. The process of making the documents takes time, and if we don’t get him images that can pass for DMV and passport photos within the next half an hour, we’ll be stuck waiting for Calder to mail them from the States.

Last I heard, that was the plan we were going with, but there’s less than no point in arguing with my boss.

He’s never wrong.

Even if he forgot to mention that to us, he’ll go to his grave swearing it’s our mistake, and maybe it is. I’ve been distracted. Shaw has been too, but losing any more minutes to Easton’s screaming isn’t going to help me get pictures of the guys.

I grimace, blurting all that out. “Give me five minutes. Shaw or I will email them directly to Calder.” I reference the tech guy from Shadow Security in case he would like them sent elsewhere.

“Jesus Christ, you’re on my last goddamn nerve,” Easton mutters. “Get it done.”

I frown as he hangs up on me.

Usually Shaw gets the worst of his attitude, but I guess today is my lucky day.

* * *

Out of all the things I expect to find when walking into the makeshift nest, two hysterical alphas, one crying omega, and a frantic beta are not high on my list of possibilities.

“What the hell is happening?” I ask, snagging Omen’s arm as he tries to pass me to move into the hallway.

“Her fever is over 111.” He tries to shake out of my hold. “I think she might need an ice bath.”

Fuck.

That is high.

“Knotting isn’t helping?” I ask, studying his drawn brows and tight lips.

“They’re too afraid to try.” He jabs his free hand at the bed. “They’d both rather panic, which of course, only intensifies her fear. Haven’t you noticed what a clusterfuck the bond is?”

“I hadn’t,” I tell him truthfully. “I was on the phone with my boss.”

My mind races.

We really can’t afford to miss this window.

If we can gain documents that are of a decent enough quality to pass border patrol, we need those in hand as soon as possible. The longer we’re in Germany, the easier it is for the facility to track us down.

I don’t release Omen, instead spinning us both toward the bed. My eyes meet Shaw’s, and I fill in all three of them on what Easton just told me.

“…Valor and Omen need to get dressed. Shaw, you take the pictures and get them sent to Calder. I’ll take care of Saylor. It won’t take you more than fifteen minutes to snap the photos he needs.”

“Fuck that. I’m not leaving her,” Valor says, shaking his head.

“Give me fifteen minutes to see if her fever comes down with knotting, and if not, you three will already be dressed so we can leave for the hospital.” My eyebrows rise, and I nod for Shaw to back me up.

His eyes narrow, and I almost think he’s going to go against my order. We’re a team, and normally I’m open to negotiating, but now isn’t one of those times.

“Our goal is to get back to the States as quickly as possible. At least then, Saylor will be able to see her own doctors.” Shaw bends over and kisses her pink cheek. “Leo’s got you. We’ll be right downstairs. And if it does help, you’re sleeping with a knot locked inside you tonight.”

Valor mumbles something I can’t make out and runs his hand over the back of her head. Saylor nods her agreement to whatever was said, and I finally exhale a heavy breath, thankful it didn’t turn into an argument.

Once they’ve said their goodbyes, Shaw and Valor climb off the bed, and I finally release Omen, shoving him toward the door.

He glares, and I shrug.

“I can run her a bath as easily as you can. What you can’t do is be in two places at once.” I nod to the door. “This is the benefit of being part of a pack. We can all tackle different emergencies.”

His jaw tightens, but he spins around, walking out the door without a fight.

Shaw and Valor follow him into the hallway, and I close the door behind them before heading to the bed.

Saylor faces the door, but while I was turned away, she pulled her knees up to her chest.

My knee hits the mattress, and I shove her sweaty hair behind her ear. She’s visibly trembling, which could be from the extreme fever or also from fear.

Shaw is reactive, where I’m proactive. He means well, and I’m sure Valor did too, but I’m going to make sure they understand how Saylor’s system works. She’s always been empathetic above and beyond what I could consider normal, even though all omegas are to some level.

Feeling their fear and concern through the bond has likely amped up her panic. Unfortunately, rather than telling them to cut it out, Saylor got overstimulated. Once she’s at that point, she’s unable to explain what’s wrong. Right now, what caused this doesn’t matter. Asking would only overwhelm her even more.

When a meltdown happens, it’s best to cut out all unnecessary stimuli, lower the lights, block any loud sounds, and to focus on calming breaths.

“Roll over for me, pretty girl.” I keep my voice soft but firm, and Saylor flips over without complaint. I crawl under the blanket behind her, fighting the urge to pull it off. She’s sweltering—way fucking hotter than she should be. But I think her anxiety is blocking her body from realizing what it really needs.

Once I’m spooning her, I plant a hand on her chest.

“Breathe with me,” I tell her as her entire body trembles.

“I-I t-think I’m dying.” She groans, and her teeth chatter.

“You’re not,” I assure her, blocking my own fear from taking over. “We’re going to breathe through this, and once you’re feeling a little calmer, I’m going to see what I can do to get your fever down.”

“It won’t help.” She sniffles.

“It will. We just have to give it a chance,” I murmur, brushing my lips over her temple. “Breathe in and blow out. Do it with me.” I continue to guide her through the motions. It might seem silly to someone who doesn’t understand how anxiety or sensory overload works, but it’s what her system needs to settle. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. Just a few more.”

Her heartbeat was racing when I first laid my hand on her chest, but it has finally slowed to a steady gallop. Her back bumps my chest as she shivers, and she wiggles against my thighs with her fidgety movements.

“There we go,” I coo. “That’s better.”

“It is.” The grind of her hips that follows is purposeful, and it grinds my cock against my pelvis. “You always center me when I’m losing it.”

“Holding you comforts me too,” I assure her.

I’m not expecting her to roll to face me, and my arm falls to the bed to make it easier on her. Her skull digs into my bicep as she moves, and she’s so uncoordinated it makes me smile.

Her red cheeks sober me up real fucking fast.

That’s right.

We handled one emergency, but there’s still another.

Saylor scoots up until our faces are only inches apart, but instead of kissing me, she buries her face in my throat. I wrap an arm around her lower back and tease up and down her spine. Her skin burns mine. Here’s hoping my pheromones jump-start hers because I’m pretty sure I’m close to running out of time before the other three get back and demand we take her to the hospital.

* * *

I get the bright idea to purr after a minute or two.

Saylor licks my throat and works a hand from my chest down my stomach to my cock. She wraps her fist around my length, giving me several haphazard strokes.

“Are you thinking a knot might help, after all?” I ask as she sucks on my pulse just under where my beard ends. Her tongue flicking over my skin makes my shaft thicken and harden, but I have to stop her when she sucks down my clavicle like she’s going to try to get my dick in her mouth. “Sorry, pretty girl,” I growl, rolling over on top of her. It takes a little effort to get settled between her warm thighs, and she looks up at me in confusion. “Not this time.” Brushing my lips over hers, I tease a hand between us and work her clit. “You can suck me off later, but for now, we need to see if knotting helps.”

Saylor wraps her legs around my thighs, and I shove my tongue into her mouth as I work her swollen nub. Once she’s grinding to meet my hand and desperately clutching my shoulders, I swap my fingers for my fully hard cock.

I slide inside her and grit my teeth. She burns my shaft, and I can only imagine what she’s experiencing. Our tongues dance in the air on each snap of my hips.

I want to savor every moment with her and take things slow, but that’s not what she needs right now. Her pheromones finally catch up, and they flood the air so heavily that I growl into the kiss.

She’s warm and wet and all fucking mine, but I can’t focus on any of that. It’s hard to block my concern from the bond, and I can only hope that I manage it. It’s hard to be sweet and gentle when I know the end goal is slamming my knot inside her.

Saylor’s nails dig into my neck and shoulders as my knot brushes her lower lips. I don’t even get the chance to slam the appendage inside her before her inner walls lock down on my shaft.

Moving becomes a battle, but I pull out and rut into her over and over again as she comes. My tip bumps the bottom of her pussy on each stroke, but I don’t let up until my knot slides inside her opening.

Saylor wails.

I grit my teeth in some ridiculous attempt to keep from filling her with my cum. It doesn’t help, and my cock jolts as my knot swells, locking us together.

“Rut,” she demands, smacking my arm.

My chest collapses against hers, and I struggle through several uncoordinated thrusts. Feeling her need in the bond spurs me on, and my knot drags against her inner walls in a way that makes her sob.

Every ragged breath I suck in seems to flood my head with her perfume, and everything gets hazy and muted.

The fog hits hard, and I have no chance to fight it.

* * *

I pop back into consciousness, growling at my new packmates. My head is a foggy mess, and any intruders in the nest feel like a threat.

Omen snorts, and I appraise my surroundings.

Saylor now rests on my chest, but she’s pretty out of it.

Shaw crawls off the bed and drops something on the end table. “She’s at 108. It’s working. Her fever is coming down.”

I had no idea he was even here.

Omen flexes his fingers in her ass, and Saylor whimpers. A string of begging that I can’t decipher follows, and she gushes around my cock.

My hands tighten on her hips as I hold back a snarl. My instincts still aren’t used to having packmates, but I do my best to control the impulse to tell them to fuck off.

Shaw knee-walks across the mattress and wraps his hand in Saylor’s hair. “Come on, princess. Gobble down some of my cum and see if it helps.”

A snort comes from my left, and my head swivels.

I found Valor.

He’s stretched out on our other side of the mattress in just a pair of sweatpants that he must have picked up when he went shopping with Ridge.

He sees me looking and shakes his head. “I think it’s stupid for Omen to fuck her ass while you’re knotting her. I’m not coming anywhere near her until she’s proven she can handle that.”

My head whips toward Omen.

The beta shrugs. “She asked for it, and I fully understand the importance of lube.” He stretches over Saylor’s back, getting close to her ear. “You can thank me for that later when your mouth isn’t full.”

What the fuck happened while I was lost to the fog?

Omen’s fingers curl around my knot through the thin layer of Saylor’s tissue. That’s the weirdest shit I’ve ever felt, and Saylor seems to like it because she gets back to grinding on my knot. My muscles lock tight to keep from bucking up into her.

“Sweet Jesus, you’re way too good at that.” Shaw grunts, his head falling back.

Saylor has her fist wrapped around his knot, and she’s doing a damn good job of multitasking. She sucks him off and works my swollen shaft without ever missing a beat.

Shaw’s forearm flexes as he helps guide her deeper down his length, and it’s a solid distraction from how tight she is around me.

Omen pulls his fingers free of her ass, and it finally feels like I can breathe again. Except, he replaces his fingers with his crown. “Ready, lovely?”

“Mm-hmm,” Saylor agrees, never letting up on sucking off Shaw.

“Well, at least she’s optimistic about it,” Valor says with a laugh.

My hands caress down her spine and over her hips, trying to offer her comfort.

Omen leans closer to her back, and his chest brushes my arms as he kisses over her shoulder. “You’re about to be so fucking full.” He barely thrusts, but the pressure is unreal.

Moans and groans fill the air from all three of us.

Omen barely pulls out before thrusting deeper. Over and over again, he works into her in measured strokes.

“You forgot something,” Valor says, sliding a hand between me and Saylor. His fingers brush my pelvis as he works her clit.

The pressure and tightness are like nothing I’ve ever felt. It doesn’t take long before I’m having to focus and grit my teeth to keep from coming too soon.

Saylor’s muffled begging fills the air, and I can’t believe she can focus enough to suck Shaw off, but she must be doing a solid job based on the growl he releases.

Saylor’s perfume is everywhere. It seems to deaden my senses until all I can process is euphoria.

“There’s no way I’ll last much longer. You’re too bloody tight like this…” Omen flattens himself on Saylor’s back, and I’m well and truly trapped to the mattress. It’s a good thing they don’t need me to do anything, because all I can do is experience it as Omen fucks her on my cock. “Fuck, darling. You’re absolutely wrecking me here.”

Saylor locks down, signaling her orgasm is close. Her orgasm takes me and Omen down with her.

“Shit, I’m there,” I growl, and even that takes effort.

Omen’s cock swells and everything gets even tighter.

It’s hard to breathe or move.

Pleasure rips through the bond, rebounding through the connection.

I groan, filling her with hot jets of cum.

Shaw growls. “That’s it, princess, suck down every drop.”

“Fucking hell,” Omen chokes out, finally stilling his strokes.

Valor chuckles darkly. “She really did just wreck all three of you at once.” He pinches her pussy before giving it a squeeze. “It was beautiful.”