Page 58 of Knot My Sin

Wren gives Flynn a kiss on his temple before she wiggles out from underneath him. Moaning, he wraps his body around one of his larger pillows and goes back to sleep. Giggling, Wren picks up a shirt from the ground. Remembering we still have weapons in our clothes, I lift my head in protest, but thankfully nothing falls as she throws it over her body and leaves.

“How about you put the guns and knives away, Amb, hmm?” I ask, sighing as I drop my head back on the pillow.

Looking down, he winces. “I’ll put everything in the safe, and clean up a bit,” he grunts, throwing a towel and dirty blanket over it all for easy transport before he leaves.

“Never a dull moment over here,” Shaw murmurs. “You should sleep before he wakes back up.”

Nodding, I let my heavy lids close, hoping things get easier with our pretty little omega.

SHAW

“God, I’m starving,” I say as I walk out of my room, fresh out of the shower. Flynn’s heat lasted for three full days, and on the last day he regained enough of his senses to realize Wren wasn’t with us and begged us to bring her back.

Our omega graciously came back into the nest, and Flynn railed her from behind in thanks. Fuck, they’re gorgeous together. We were all careful not to touch her, though I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes would linger on our bodies.

Any time she wants to do more than look, I’m game.

Flynn looks sleepy as he curls up on the couch when I walk in, making me smile as I step down into the living area. This reminds me of his nest in a lot of ways, which is why he loves it so much.

“Should we have a movie night and junk food?” I ask him. He hasn’t had much to eat, and he hasn’t slept much.

I can’t force him to do shit without using my alpha command, and I won’t do that unless there’s a very good reason to, especially since Wren hates it so much.

I’m in low slung joggers and a hooded T-shirt, and none of us are planning to work for at least a few more days to recover. I figure if Flynn snuggles with all of us, eats, and watches a movie, he’ll fall asleep. I still get my way.

Everyone wins.

“Mmm. Yes, please,” Flynn murmurs with a sleepy smile.

“What kind of movie, and what’s your drug of choice?” I tease him, meaning his food.

“Definitely pizza. Cheesy, yummy, goodness. God, I’m so hungry,” he whimpers.

Shaking my head because he’s adorable, I nod. “I’ll go pick some up, baby boy. Any other cravings?” I ask.

“M&M’S in my popcorn, please. I’m pretty sure we’re out of both,” Flynn mentions.

“Can’t have that,” I tease him. “I’ll be back. Argue amongst yourselves for the movie we’re watching.”

Ambrose and Everest walk into the living room with Wren, who smiles at Flynn.

“I have the best spot on the couch,” he says with a smirk. “Come share it with me, Darling.”

Wren runs to him, jumping onto the couch as we watch in awe.

“Flynn has so much game,” Everest mutters. “Holy shit.”

“It’s the red hair, he’s so damn cute,” Ambrose grunts. He walks over and sits on the floor, laying his head in Flynn’s lap. It’s one of the best places to sit, because our omega gives the best head scratches.

Flynn’s fingers sink into Ambrose’s hair, making me smirk. Everest merely grins and takes another side of the U-shaped couch.

“What would you like on your pizza, Wren?” I ask. Last time, we were dicks, using the meal to hurry her out. I’m hoping to make new memories surrounding the Italian food.

“Outside of the cheese pizza, it’s been ten years since I’ve had it,” she says. “I remember I liked pepperoni, though.”

The innocent way she drops truth bombs as if this is normal, makes me need to blank my expressions as I nod. My fingers tighten into a fist behind my thigh as I squeeze them tightly together, struggling to continue to breathe normally.

I fucking hate that this is our world. Parents sell their children for money, and no one blinks when that child disappears. Everest shifts in his seat, sending me waves of comfort.

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