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OLIVER

S hit. Fucking shit !

"Vincent, man. Put her down." Ordering my feral pack alpha is probably not the smartest thing I've ever done, but...

"NO!"

Double shit . "Vince, seriously..." A bit of fear snakes up my spine and steals my next words.

I let the Neanderthal sprint up the stairs and break Amaya's nest door into three pieces, but I can't just watch him squeeze her to death. I don't even know if she's getting full breaths being shoved into his armpit like she is.

"Oliver, maybe you should?—"

"Leave Sam!" I snap, cutting my brother off. When the fuck did they follow us? At least he and Emmett know not to enter her nesting space. Amaya hasn’t invited them in, and nobody should ever disrespect an omega that way. It's a sure way to undo all the groveling.

Amaya's trembling in Vincent's meaty arms and she's not getting better. I've been keeping a watchful eye on her dainty little limbs.

"Maybe get her in the shower?" Emmett suggests softly from outside the threshold with Sam. The only response my alpha gets is a choked cry from Amaya and a heavy glare from me.

With a shake of my head, I say, "Guys, go.” They listen with a shit ton of hesitancy, but I am pack beta. I know what my omega needs. Alphas may know what their mates need on an instinctual level, but this isn't only Maya's omega feeling the effects of her trauma.

"Vincent!" I snap. "Put her down."

"NO!" he roars, clutching her tighter to his chest. I swear I hear something pop, but she doesn't fight him.

No number of textbooks on how a beta is supposed to keep a pack calm is helping me in this moment. How do I help a feral alpha help a traumatized omega when they are both lost to the world?!

I can't snap and snarl at him. Samuel might be able to, but Vincent is the pack lead. There's no fighting him into submission.

Could logic work?

"Feel her, Alpha. She hasn't stopped shaking in seven minutes. What you’re doing isn't working. We need to try something else." Now to appeal to his feral tendencies. "Keep touching her, but lay her down so she can feel her nest. She asked for her nest, remember?"

Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me, I chant repeatedly in my head while watching the wild man before me for any signs I might be pushing him too hard. Vincent's not my priority, though. Amaya is, and this is not fucking helping. She needs blankets, comfort. Touches. Distraction.

"Omega needs a different kind of touch, Alpha," I soothe, moving forward on my knees and running my fingers down Amaya's spine. She whimpers and wiggles, telling me I'm right. "Lay our baby girl down, Vincent. She needs our attention."

Vincent stares at me for a long moment before taking a deep breath of Amaya's messy bun. With a grunt, he shifts and lays her on the cushions on her side.

Like the sweet little thing she is, Amaya snuggles further into the coziness of her nest, but when a small pillow sneaks between her thighs, her movements become something else altogether.

"No, no, baby. That's mine," I coo and pluck the pillow from her needy pussy. Vincent growls and lunges for me. Instead of fighting back, I dip my head and tuck my shoulder, readying for the blow. It never comes. When I look up, Vincent's eyes are locked on Amaya's bare legs.

How did she take her leggings off so fast?

I choke a little, my desire clouding my vision. And if her black silky panties are clouding my judgement... "Vincent. Don't."

"No," he murmurs, all viciousness gone from his tone. He whips his shirt off and licks his lips.

Amaya groans, eye fucking the hard planes of his chest. I'm no better, but someone needs to stay levelheaded. "Is that the only word you know, caveman?"

He cocks his head, but I continue even as I pry my omega's knees open and gaze at her pretty pink flesh around her panties. "Just watch, Alpha. You're too far gone. She needs tender. Release and love. Go suck her tiny nipples for me?" The wet spot grows and the scent of delectable lavender makes my mouth water.

I don't need to look at Vincent to tell he's struggling with me taking the lead. I can feel it in the heavy glare pointed at my temple. But just as I feel his tension, I also know it dissipates when Amaya pulls her shirt up and breathes the word, "Please?"

"Fuck," he grunts and dives for her nipple. Watching him wrap his plump lips around her tit and pluck the other one makes my dick fucking weep .

I curse and joke. "So you know two words." I hide my smirk by delving between her creamy thighs and swiping my tongue over the edge of my omega's panties.

My cock throbs behind my zipper when her taste explodes on my tongue. Just as I rip her panties to the side and take a swipe of her slick, heat envelopes my dick in a tight squeeze. Sputtering, I look down, then up and lock eyes with Vincent.

"Mine," he rumbles, giving me another squeeze with an added tug that makes my balls draw up. "I know more words, Beta. Like... make our mate come and I'll make my bossy beta cream his fucking pants."

He raises a brow, Amaya writhes before thrusting her hips up at me, and I gape at him. Holy fucking shit...

"Oli!" Maya gasps, arching her back as Vince pinches her left nipple.

Gently, oh so gently, I pull her casted leg over my shoulder. "Gotta keep it elevated, baby." I wink and swoop in for another taste of my girl.

I fight like hell to keep most of my attention on Amaya, but when Vincent tugs my zipper down and frees my aching cock? I know I'm way too close to coming to be playing any damn games with my omega.

Pressure builds, warmth shooting through my cock and with a vicious suck on my mate’s tiny little clit I fucking explode and hope like hell I marked her with my cum.

"Ahhhh! Yes, yes, yes!" she screams, clutching Vincent to her perky tits and keeping me suffocated in her cunt. Coming down, a small, contented hum spills from her panting lips.

"Time for a shower," Vincent whispers, peppering kisses along her chest that's pink from his scruffy jaw. "Then cuddles."

Amaya stiffens ever so slightly, but the movement turns into a catlike stretch that highlights her flat stomach and peaked nipples. "No shower. Just cuddles."

"And food," I say, wiping my face on the inside of her thigh. My girl needs to fucking eat.

Vincent grins, seemingly less feral now, and mock whispers to Amaya, "Bossy beta."

"My bossy beta," she whispers back, red tinging her cheeks.

He hums as I stand to get a wet rag to clean Maya up. " Ours ," Vincent corrects and fuck my heart does a little jig.

My brain perks up already twirling lyrics around for our future. We're together now. Anything is possible.