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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Saylor

H onest to God, I don’t want to know how much this flight cost. The plane is huge, and there are only six of us on it, which might be a good thing.

I still get sick when flying.

The flight attendant shows us all the areas. There are four plush seats that almost look like recliners. Two sets of seats facing each other on either side of the aisle. Just past that is a couch that takes up the entire left side of the plane, and beyond that are four more seats in the same configuration as the one we passed by coming in.

“The lavatory and bed are at the back of the plane.” She gestures that way with two fingers. “You won’t be able to use the bedroom during takeoff or landing.” She points again, this time to where I assume the cockpit is. “We won’t need to stop for fuel. It’s a nine-hour flight until we land in New York. I’ve been instructed that you would like to be left to your own devices while we’re in the air, meaning you’ll need to hit the call button if you’d like in-flight service. We have food and refreshments. You’ll be served lunch only if you request it.”

Ridge nods. “I’m going to want all the food options.” He turns toward the rest of us. “I’m claiming up by the cockpit. See you assholes in about nine hours.” It’s hard to tell, when he’s always in those shiny aviators, but I think he winks at me. “Not talking about you, sweetheart. Enjoy your introduction to the mile-high club, but for the love of God, keep it down this time. I require regular beauty sleep to keep up all of this.” He gestures to his face, snorts, and takes off down the aisle of the plane.

The flight attendant watches him walk away, but she quickly turns back to us. “I need everyone in a seat belt for takeoff.”

I’m still wrapped in the same down comforter I’ve been in for days, and I have no idea why my instincts decide she’s going to try to take it from me.

I have to bite my cheek to keep from hissing at her, and I end up burying my nose in Leo’s chest. At least if I do something ridiculous, like growl at the beautiful woman, it’ll be muffled.

“Everyone needs to be strapped in,” Shaw says. “But you’re not gonna give us hell if one of us holds her for takeoff, right?”

She doesn’t reply for so long that I tilt my head to see what’s happening. Her eyes narrow. “That’s against airline?—”

“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you don’t see a thing,” Leo says.

He’s always friendly and respectful with everyone. It’s not like he’s done anything wrong, but even having my guys talking to her is starting to grate on my nerves. My instincts don’t want her anywhere near my newly bonded alphas.

Or my beta, for that matter.

“I’m skinny enough that you can sit on my lap,” Omen says, kissing the side of my head. “We’ll make sure we’re both buckled in.”

She must decide she doesn’t get paid enough to argue, because she simply sighs and strides off toward the front of the plane.

* * *

Takeoff is a mess of emotions I don’t quite understand. I panic—like I always do during takeoff and landing—but it’s a huge relief once we reach altitude. I’m not sure I’ll ever visit Europe again, and that makes me sad. It’s beautiful and has so much history. I wanted to explore it all during my trip, but now it also has all that fear and misery rolled up into it. Not to mention, I don’t want to be on the same continent as the facility. Not ever again.

I’m so lost in thought, I barely notice that it’s time to remove our seat belts.

Omen handles ours and spins me to face him. Luckily, the chair is wide enough that I don’t have any trouble planting my knees on the outside of his thighs.

My hands land against his chest, and I brush over his nipple piercings. It’s kinda hot how the balls show around his nipple, even with the T-shirt he’s wearing.

Omen’s hand lands under my chin, and he tilts my face up to meet his. “Feeling better, darling? The terror seems to have lessened.”

I nod, and my nose twitches with his aloe and fresh rain scent. “Are you? You and Valor have the biggest changes ahead. I’m just grateful you’re willing to come with us.”

He scoffs, teasing his thumb over my jaw. “Like I could let you out of my sight. You’re quite the magnet for trouble. Oh yes, and you’re stuck with me for life.”

“Yeah,” I agree, and my heart races. “That just means you’re stuck with me too.”

He’s grown out a little stubble, and it suits his face so well. He’s just an incredibly attractive man.

And he really is all mine.

My chest gets warm and fuzzy while my stomach somersaults as he lowers his mouth to mine. There’s something about Omen that I’ve been drawn to from that very first day at the facility. He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known, but in the best way possible. He puts all his effort into looking after and protecting those he cares about.

If someone doesn’t fall into that tiny category, then he doesn’t give a fuck what they think or what happens to them. And I get to be one of the select few that he does give a fuck about . His tongue teases around mine as his hold on my lower back tightens, and he manages to make me feel safe despite our location.

Flying really is my biggest fear, outside of bridges, but I overcame it so I could see the Christmas markets my mom spoke so fondly of when I was little.

It’s almost impossible to fathom how much I’ve changed and grown on this trip.

Omen pulls back to breathe, nuzzling his nose against mine. “I’m pretty fucking sure I’m falling in love with you,” he murmurs, and his shock fills the bond. It almost feels like he didn’t mean to admit that so quickly. “That’s the goal, right? I mean, like I said, you’re stuck with me?—”

“I love you too,” I whisper, pushing my lips to his once more.

There’s not a doubt in my mind.

My words are true.

And they’re even more special because omegas and betas aren’t influenced by biology in the same way alphas and omegas are.

I don’t love him because of the pheromones that compatible alphas and omegas release upon being in close proximity to one another.

I just really fucking love him for him.

* * *

I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but I wake sweating against Omen’s chest and extremely aroused. I’m still wrapped in the comforter we brought with us, but Omen has a hand between us, working several fingers in and out of my core.

My head rests in a way I can see him watching me, and he brings his free hand to my lips.

“Shh, I need you to keep it down,” he says in barely more than a whisper. “I’m already afraid your pheromones are going to draw their attention.” The palm of his hand brushes over my clit, and I clench around his fingers. “That’s four fingers, pet. I’m impressed.” A cocky grin breaks out on his face, making my inner walls spasm. “I think stretching them is what woke you. You’ve already come on my hand once. That helped a lot. Slick is way more convenient than needing to carry lube everywhere.”

I nod against his T-shirt.

It is.

My hips roll, and I work on forcing more of him inside of me. Heat pulses through my system, and my head swims. Everything is hazy like when I’m in a wave of heat.

I wish we were in a confined space, but having the blanket tucked around my neck helps. I’m so hot I feel like I’m burning alive, and I’m pretty sure coming all over Omen’s hand would help. Although, if I got his cock inside me, I could soak up his cum.

My heat-addled mind tries to figure out a way I could get his cock in my mouth, and he could eat me out while fucking me with his hand…all while in the airplane seat. Granted, it’s bigger than the ones I’ve seen in first class back in the US, but it’s not happening. Maybe if he reclined the seat all the way back, I could hold myself up using his thighs…

Omen twists his hand, brushing places inside me that send me soaring. I grind to meet him, and his shaft lines up perfectly with my butt cheeks. He groans, shaking his head. “You know, pet. I was daydreaming about shoving my entire fist inside you, but I think I have an even naughtier idea.”

Stretching up, I bury my nose in his throat. His scratchy stubble pokes my skin, and if it leaves beard burn, I’ll gladly wear it with pride.

“What’s that?” I whisper, clenching around his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me, but you’re going to have to stay quiet,” he murmurs, tilting his face close to my ear. “Once you’re done, you can make your way around to the other three. Hmm, I wonder if that counts as a train if you’re fucking us.”

He teases my clit with his palm, and I’m so close, but he pulls his hand free. I grind my teeth to keep from whining and begging, instead focusing on how sexy it sounds to have each one of them inside me. By the time we land, I’ll be bathed in their scents.

Omen’s hand tightens on my ass, pulling me up enough that he can get his sweats down. My face falls against his shoulder, rolling around as I breathe in aloe and fresh rain. I love the way he smells.

The next thing I know, he gives me a little shove back down. His tip is at my opening and then he’s inside me. I’m so slick, it’s no problem to slide down his length.

“God, woman. You’re going to be the death of me,” he says softly. “Ride me, but be sneaky about it.” His shaft jumps inside me, and it goads me into acting. He’s got one arm around my lower back and his hand helps me move. The other arm wraps around my shoulders, and he cradles my skull. It leaves me feeling completely protected.

My pheromones tinge the air, but the scent of my arousal is everywhere. I’d honestly be shocked if the guys haven’t noticed, but the idea of a naughty quickie spurs me on.

My clit brushes Omen’s pelvis as I bounce and grind. It takes an embarrassing amount of time before my inner walls lock tight on his length. Then again, he was fucking me with his hand long before I woke up.

I groan and bite Omen’s pec through the T-shirt to muffle my noises. My orgasm washes over me, and the pleasure is violent.

Omen’s cock swells, kicking inside me. “That’s it, pet. Let me make a mess of you.” He goes rigid, and his grip on my ass and hip grows almost painful.

It’s also really sexy.

Being able to feel how desperate he is for me in the bond has me continuing to grind my hips long after his orgasm is over.

He chuckles and pats my ass. “You know what you’re supposed to do now.”

* * *

Wrapping the blanket around my back, I get to my feet and wobble in Leo’s direction since his seat is adjacent to Omen’s.

Only, Shaw’s eyes sparkle, and he makes a mad grab for my hips. He’s been directly across from us in the seat facing Omen’s, but my back was to him.

I have no idea if he was watching.

He couldn’t have seen much with the blanket, anyway.

He nods to his lap. “Climb on, but I want you facing Omen.”

The large bulge in his jeans makes me believe he’s known what was going down the entire time. I fight with the blanket to make sure it’ll cover up my front and back.

Shaw’s belt jiggles, and I’m pretty sure he gets his jeans down, but I’m blocking him from anyone else being able to see what’s happening. Even me—unless I was to twist my head to check. His cool hands land on my hips, and it’s only now I notice how warm my skin is.

“Legs up, put your shins on either side of my thighs,” he says, reaching around the front of my leg and tugging so I know what he means.

I end up in his lap, facing Omen, who is across from us. My back rests against Shaw’s chest, and he moves his crown to my opening.

“Sink down, princess,” he growls, low and dangerous.

My ass grinds against his pelvis, and Omen’s cum spills out as I stretch around Shaw’s cock. He slides a hand up the front of my dress, and it splays across my soft stomach. The desperate way he holds me to him, combined with feeling his desire in the bond, is a heady combination.

I bounce on my knees, taking more of him on each descent. It feels extra dirty knowing we’re trying to be sneaky.

Once his crown brushes the bottom of my pussy, he stills me by patting my stomach.

“Swivel your hips in a circle,” he growls, keeping his voice low. I frown, having no idea what he means, but he directs me with his hands. It works his tip against my G-spot, and feeling how hard he grows with each gyration of my hips spurs me on.

My head falls back against Shaw’s chest as he works his hand higher, pinching my nipple and squeezing my breasts one by one.

His other hand flattens on my pelvis, teasing down to work my swollen nub. “Naughty little omega, you’re desperate for my cum too. Aren’t you, baby girl?”

My eyes meet Omen’s as I nod, and my beta smirks, offering a sexy little wink. So many replays flood my mind of the time in the house in Germany. Having all of them together and focused on me is my favorite, but this is fun too.

Shaw growls, raking his teeth over the side of my neck as he finally uses his feet to buck up into me. It’s slow and steady, likely to keep Valor and Leo from noticing, and it gets me there embarrassingly fast.

I curl forward, biting my lip as my core locks down on Shaw’s shaft. He speeds up teasing my clit, and his palm tightens on my stomach as his cock thickens and jolts. His smoky campfire scent floods the air, and it takes everything in me to stay quiet as my body racks with uncontrollable trembles.