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Chapter Nine

Saylor

H earing about how Omen’s mom abandoned him when he wasn’t even a teenager makes me so angry. I’m afraid they’ll be able to feel it in the bond and will realize I’m actually not asleep, so I do my best to block my emotions in the connection. It feels a little like building a makeshift wall in my mind around what I’m thinking, but it’s also an abstract experience.

There’s no way to be certain it works, but if they know I’m pretending to be asleep, neither Valor nor Omen call me on it.

It feels sneakier than I mean it to. I was asleep until they woke me up with their conversation. I’m just a light sleeper. And it feels a lot like they need to hash this kind of stuff out without me being an active participant.

You’re justifying bad behavior…to yourself.

Get a grip, Saylor.

The conversation goes better than I’m expecting, and I’m finally able to snuggle back into Shaw’s smoky campfire scent and just relax.

* * *

The low buzzing of the door being unlocked wakes me.

The guys continue talking in hushed whispers, and it ensures I’m not able to just grunt and fall back to sleep.

“I need to check in with Maggie and Conrad,” Valor says as the couch bounces under Shaw.

I’m still on Shaw’s lap, and my face rolls to the side Valor’s voice came from.

“Can’t they handle it on their own for once?” I rub my eyes and sigh. “Just don’t get into any trouble, please? I can’t take any more issues.”

“Little one,” Valor coos, sliding his massive palm around the back of my head. “You have my word. I won’t do anything to cause problems. I only need to let them know I’ll be leaving so they’ll have time to plan accordingly.” He leans over Shaw and kisses my forehead, but I grab his shirt, shoving my lips to his. Being able to feel his attraction in the bond is intense, and he pulls away all too quickly.

I lick my lips and ask, “Is Omen going with you?”

It’s basically a polite way of asking if he’ll have a babysitter.

“I am not,” Omen says from behind me. “You know my philosophy—fuck ’em. They can look after themselves.”

My heart races, and my eyes fly to Shaw’s.

He studies my face for a second before nodding. “I’ll go with Valor. Leo and Omen will stay with you. Are you hungry? By your own admission, you’ve had days of barely eating.”

I shake my head. “I’m really not interested in food. Going off the suppressants really messed up my system.”

“Bring something back just in case,” Leo says, clearly directing the comment at Valor and Shaw.

Valor is still just to my right, but I push up onto my knees, giving Shaw a tender kiss. My fingers brush through his beard as our tongues dance. We don’t have a bond, so I can’t push my emotions to him through that, but I do my best to pour my appreciation into the quick kiss.

Seeing them look out for each other makes me really hopeful that they’ll be able to get along long term.

I pull back, resting my forehead against Shaw’s. “Thank you.”

He nods, pecking another quick kiss on my lips. “You guys might want to keep an eye on her temperature. I didn’t notice it while she was sleeping, and it could just be from being under the covers, but she feels a little warm.”

Valor’s hand fell to my back while Shaw and I were occupied, but he quickly brings his fingers to my neck. “She does feel a little hotter than normal.”

Shaw’s face breaks out into a lazy smirk, and I don’t have to have a bond to know what he’s thinking. The cocky jerk is quite smug, assuming he sent me into a mini-heat spike with just a kiss.

* * *

Leo takes Shaw’s spot as the two alphas head out. Instead of sitting on his lap, facing him, I end up next to him on the couch, just wedged under his arm. My cheek still rests against his chest, and my legs are stretched out across the sofa, but I don’t bother with the blanket.

Shaw and Valor weren’t wrong when they said I’m a little warm. All I can hope is that it’s nothing like last time. I threw up so many times, the blood vessels in my eyes burst. I still have dots on my cheeks from broken capillaries.

Omen squats down in front of me and grins. “Open, pet.”

When I open to assure him it’s not necessary, he shoves the thermometer under my tongue.

Valor might be right; his bedside manner leaves something to be desired.

Leo teases his fingers over my arm as I pout, which is a decent distraction.

Omen takes a naughtier direction, brushing his fingers over my nipple. I’m still in one of Valor’s shirts, but I’m starting to miss having access to underclothes. My bras at home are always lightly padded to help with easily visible nipples.

The beta chuckles. “You are a pouty little thing. If you hate the thermometer that badly, I can simply shove my cock inside you and monitor your temperature that way.” His teeth dig into his lower lip as his eyebrows rise—almost like he’s waiting for me to accept or decline his offer.

The device beeps, and he plucks it from my mouth while flashbacks replay through my mind.

His soft lips crashing against mine.

His hard cock utterly destroying me as his strong muscles pushed me into the mattress.

Next come the snippets of how stretched I felt when he and Valor were both inside me at the same time.

My cheeks feel flushed, and warmth floods my system.

“Hmm, 106.” Omen stands, pulls the cover off the thermometer, tosses it into the trash, sets the device on the table, and comes back. He squats down once more and runs his cold hands up my thighs. “That’s just a hair less than what you were before the last wave of heat really took off.”

Yeah, well, the room smells like a combination of all four of their scents.

My mind immediately goes to what it would be like to have all four of them focused on me during a wave of heat. And it’s not like I even have panties to help my scent from spreading…

Omen and Valor together were a lot, but nowhere close to being too much to handle. Omegas are basically pros at taking a lot of cock.

Leo lets out a low growl, and I’m guessing he just picked up the scent of my arousal. “You’re goading her.”

Omen shrugs, licking his lips. “There’s not much else to do to pass the time. Is there, pet?”

I shake my head, and my heart thumps wildly.

I’m not sure Leo is even open to progressing our relationship this fast. We haven’t really done anything past cuddling, although he got an earful of me and Shaw dry fucking.

I almost snort.

That experience was highly enjoyable and also very slick.

Nope.

Nothing dry about the non-penetrative sexual contact I had with Shaw.

Omen snorts.

My face burns.

Exactly how much is he able to pick up from the bond?

I’m entirely too awkward for them to be peeking at my thoughts without any warning. I’m way nerdier in real life. I’m actually kinda impressed at how badass I’ve been since getting here. I only cried once, and that was because I was worried about him and Valor.

Oh, God.

What if they think I’m cooler than I actually am? They’re going to be in for a hell of a surprise when we make it out of here.

I’m so distracted by my thoughts that I only notice Omen when he’s right on top of me.

Literally.

“I would love to know what, exactly, you’re thinking about that has that look on your face,” he murmurs, holding himself up with a palm on the edge of the couch as he hovers over me.

My toes brush the other arm of the couch, and I’m shorter than Omen. I have no idea how he manages to fit, but I’m guessing he still has one leg on the floor while the other hangs over the end of the couch. The fingers of his free hand tease up under the hem of my shirt, but his gaze settles over my head like he’s focusing on Leo.

“Last time, she writhed and whined for over an hour as she slept. Perhaps I am goading her system, but I’m also not going to spend an hour watching her suffer as the wave of heat ramps up. Not when we can get right to the good stuff and save her from that misery.” His lithe fingers work higher, brushing my inner thigh and aiming for my pussy. “No one is saying you have to help take care of my omega. You know where the door is.”

He doesn’t wait for Leo’s reply. His lips crash against mine as I wiggle my legs farther apart to give him easier access.

Omen’s fresh rain and aloe scent mixes perfectly with Leo’s cedar and pine smell. My nose is obsessed with the two of them together, but Omen’s tongue slides around mine in a way that makes it hard to focus on anything else.

He knows just how to tease me to make my body pulse with heat.

I groan, working a hand between us as pain quickly follows. Cradling my lower abdomen, I beg into the kiss.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ve got you.” Omen pecks a quick kiss on my lips and crawls down, nudging my legs farther apart. The couch really is tiny, but he keeps a knee between mine and grabs my hands before pulling me up enough that he can get me out of my shirt.

A shiver runs down my spine as the cool air prickles at my oversensitive skin.

Omen’s hands slide to my hips, and he lifts me, sitting me sideways across Leo’s lap. Most of my butt is on the couch, but my side rests against Leo’s chest and his arm wraps under my breasts.

“Would you look at that, now there’s plenty of room for me to stretch out.” Omen chuckles and does just that. “Feel free to wrap your legs around my shoulders. It’s quite sexy when you trap my face in your pussy.”

“Are you okay with this?” I ask, tilting my head up to study Leo’s face.

“I’m more than okay.” His free hand lands on my chin, and he pulls me in for a kiss. My lips part, and I end up gasping into his mouth as Omen gently bites my labia. Maybe that qualifies as scratching his teeth down them before sucking them into his mouth.

My newly bonded beta works his arms under my legs, pulling my feet to rest on his back like he suggested I do earlier. Once my legs are where he wants them, he leaves his left arm under my thigh and drapes his forearm in the indent of my hip as his hand lands on my pelvis. He uses that hand to hold my lower lips open as his warm breath fans over my swollen sex. His amusement hits the bond, but I’m so lost to Leo’s kiss that it’s impossible to decipher what he thinks is so funny.

“I’ll never not be impressed by how slick you get with so little effort.” Omen chuckles darkly. “I can’t wait to have space to tie your sexy little arse up and tease you for hours .” He laps at my clit, and I jolt as pleasure radiates through my nerve endings. He doesn’t play around, stuffing two fingers inside my aching core and immediately starting to scissor them. My inner walls cling to his digits, trying to lock him in place, but he doesn’t allow that.

Having Leo under me with his hand on my chest to keep me in place settles the part of my brain that feels vulnerable in the open space of the room. The overwhelming urge to nest washes over me from nowhere.

I want all their scents and soft fabrics and comfy pillows surrounding me at all times. Oh, and somewhere to burrow with blankets that smell like my alphas and beta.

Thinking of Omen, my hand flies into his hair. He hasn’t given any indication he’s going to try to escape, but I know how he likes to torment me just a little. He always gives in eventually, and the thought makes me smile against Leo’s lips.

I love that Omen spoils me.

I haven’t had that before, but it’s a nice feeling.

Leo’s hand feels cool compared to my skin as he teases over it and cups my breast.

I nod, trying to tell him I want more. It’s such an awkward angle that my lower back grinds over his lap as I writhe under Omen.

That beta knows exactly how to flick my clit in tantalizing licks that build my pleasure almost embarrassingly fast. He brushes my G-spot, twisting his fingers in and out of my core. It’s like he wants to make me lose my mind.

Leo pinches my nipple and gently tugs. I slam my mouth back to his, unsure when we even stopped kissing. My entire body sizzles, and the euphoria I seek is just within reach.

It’s almost like Omen knows I’m about to explode because he backs off my clit just as I teeter at the peak.