Page 92 of Queen of Spades

Grady’s ass flexes as he thrusts deep and freezes. His low growl fills the air as Annika wails.

Jesus Christ.

They really should have included me.

Grady pulls out of her ass, falling to the blanket next to Kane.

Annika’s eyes widen as she spots me, and a delicious smile crosses her face. “I missed you.”

“Good.” I grin, wrapping my arms around her middle and lifting her.

Kane’s slick cock bounces against his stomach. He raises a hand, flipping me off. “Dick. Who said you could steal her?”

“Let’s get you inside, so we can clean up and get some rest,” I coo to the exhausted omega, completely ignoring Kane.

Her bare tits press against my T-shirt as she nods, burying her face in my throat. “Sounds good to me.”

I scoff, striding off to the sounds of Kane growling.

Yeah, he can fuck all the way off.

I don’t feel a single ounce of guilt as I track through the maze, back toward the house. She smells so strongly of all three of their cum that I’m sure my shirt is soaked with it, but that’s an easy fix.

Once we shower, I’m snuggling with my omega in the nest.

“You’re being seriously bossy,” Annika grumbles as I finish drying her hair.

“Yeah, you’ll get over it.” I chuckle, tossing the towel aside and pulling her into my chest. “Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat before we hunker down for the night?”

“No.” She wraps her arms under mine, hugging me.

It’s an affectionate move that makes my heart race.

“Can I at least get you to drink some fluids?” I ask, nuzzling my cheek to the top of her head.

“I guess.”

“Actually, before you drink anything, let’s take your temperature.” I grab the device off the bathroom counter. “Grady said it’s important to keep an eye on it.”

Moving my arm down, I scoop her up.

She scrambles to hold on as I lift her, and it’s so endearing that I find myself tightening my hold.

“It was probably dangerous when I was in the maze with the others, but that wave passed.”

“That may be true, but I would still feel safer if we checked.” I shake it in front of her lips until she opens her mouth. “Tongue up.”

She rolls her eyes, but the bond lights up with something. It’s not the displeasure that her outward appearance suggests.

I believe that emotion is gratitude, or possibly happiness, that I want to look after her. The bond truly is a gift. It’s incredible being able to sense how she’s actually feeling versus what my assumptions are based on the look on her face.

Now that she’s holding the thermometer on her own, I wrap my other arm around her curvy frame and lead us to the nest. It’s unfortunate that the bathroom isn’t inside the nest, but considering how old the house is, it’s not a bad distance.

I changed the sheets once Kane brought her down to eat but left the blankets. It seemed like she wanted those saturated in our scents. The thermometer beeps just as I’m pushing the door closed with my ass.

“It’s not dangerous, like I said.” She squints at it. “It looks like it’s just shy of 107. That’s pretty normal.”

“And what temperature is considered dangerous for omegas?” I ask, setting her down on the edge of the mattress.

---