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"Please," I whimpered. "I'll be good."

Talius snorted, he knew I'd say anything to get what Iwanted.But finally, finally, he gave Isca's head a gentle nudge. The warm heat of Isca's mouth enveloped my over-stimulated cockhead and I began coming even before he swallowed me all the way to the root, the warm puffs of his breaths tickling my pubic hairs.

Straining against my bonds, I came in great shuddering spurts, almost sobbing with relief. Isca gulped it down, until Talius dropped to his knees, nudging Isca aside, and taking my cock in his mouth, accepted the last remaining spurts my bodyoffered.

I collapsed back in the chair, a mess of quivering, jelly-like muscles, floating on the most euphoric high. I don't think I'd ever come that hard before.

Warm drops landed on my thighs and chest and I opened my eyes. Talius' fly was open and he was fisting his cock, unleashing long ropey jets of cum over Isca and myself, marking us.

There was no doubt, this was where we belonged.

Chapter 13

TALIUS

“It did what it needed to do, but it’s not enough.”

I growled low in my throat, remembering the moment Isca had reverted to being that frightened omega running from his mate in the forest. As wolves, our brains worked on instinct and past memories were powerful drivers. I should perhaps have realized the run might trigger flashbacks – it was the first one he’d been on since the night he’d run from his sadistic alpha – and there was definitely an element of pursuit in a pack run. I was just glad I'd been nearby when I saw the onset of the panic attack and had reached Isca before he'd disappeared in the forest. With Irian on one side of him and me on the other, we'd been able to bring him back to himself.

So, we’d done our best to make the run safe for him, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be properly claimed and mated to me. That was the only way he would feel truly secure.

“What can we do?” asked Isca. It was the day after the run, and he was remarkably calm after the events of the previous night. Maybe it was the wolf sex or the fucking we’d done as humans once we’d arrived back in our room afterwards, or maybe it was the relief that nothing bad had actually happened and that we had been there when he needed us.

“I received a message from the Council this morning – or rather, from my friend on the Council, so it’s unofficial,” I told the omegas. They were both sitting cross-legged on our bed, and two pairs of soft brown eyes watched me intently. Irian’s eyes were bright and wide with hope, Isca’s were more subdued, narrowed, interested but wary. A small frown creased his forehead.

“It wasn’t good news,” I sighed. “He hasn’t been able to find any documented case of a successful breaking of the mate bond, other than one case where the alpha renounced the mating and the bond was broken without harm to either party. But that’s not particularly helpful as I can’t see Zarbius – if we could even locate him – agreeing to that.”

“I don’t want to see him ever again,” Isca said quietly.

I laid my hand gently over his. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to.”

“I don’t suppose an omega could renounce the mating, could they?” Irian said, eyes flashing, his tone decidedly snarky.

I was sorely tempted to roll my eyes. It wasn’t a very mature thing to do, but Irian was predictably feisty when it came to omega rights. I agreed with him, but there were other ways to make changes. He was cute though, when he got snarky.

“So there’s nothing we can do then?” Isca’s voice was small and resigned. I hated seeing my omega just give up like this. Goddess knew he had a right to, he'd been put through the wringer in his short life, but he had Irian and myself now and we were going to fight for him.

“I’m not done trying yet, Isca. There might be other ways we can do this.”

“Such as?” piped in Irian.

“Well… I've thought about this. I wonder if a mage might be able to help us.”

“A mage? You mean, magic away the bond?” Irian sounded doubtful. And I had to admit, now that I’d voiced it out loud, it did sound absurd. Still, I wasn’t going to back down until I’d tried every option.

“I don’t know if that’s exactly what I’d call it, but there might be something a mage could do.”

“Where would we find one? A mage is.... they’re not very common, are they?” Isca was macerating his lower lip. I was fairly sure he was scared to let himself be too optimistic.

“My mother would know,” Irian jumped in. “She’s on the Council, so she’d have access to one for sure.”

I groaned. “Not your mother. I really don’t trust her. She loathes me.”

“She’s just annoyed because you’re so much more handsome than the guy she wanted me to mate with. She didn’t like that I could organize better for myself than she could.” Irian preened.

I huffed. "You organized me, did you?"

He had the decency to shrug. Then spoilt it by adding, "Of course."

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