Page 115 of Three of a Kind

Her inner walls start to convulse.

A few seconds later, she gushes slick as her entire body trembles. My cock swells as her euphoria floods the bond.

I don’t have a hope of holding back. My hips stutter, but I fill her with shaky thrusts that have my knees wobbling.

I have no idea how packs get anything done. There really is nothing like the rebounding pleasure that fills the bond.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Brooklyn

Most everything that’s discussed over the next couple of days goes over my head. It’s clear how much Gunner’s boss and the Russian guy he brought with him know about Avan and his family.

I’m supposed to be at the dress shop with Libby right now.

It’s such a bizarre feeling.

Rationally, I understand that Avan can’t hurt me. He’d have to go through a lot of highly trained people that I’ve come to trust if he wanted to punish me for not showing up.

With a little distance from him, it’s easy to see all the ways he conditioned me to do what he wanted. Being an omega made knowing he was angry or upset even worse, because I could feel his emotions toward me. It doesn’t help that my instincts always pushed for me to please him.

If I could head off the explosion, then I never needed to feel the cloying panic that would come when I felt his anger.

It shaped my behavior more than I realized. Even now, it’s still having an effect on my system.

It’s impossible to settle my shot nerves, and the impulse to check my phone to see if the line of hateful messages has started.

I don’t even have my phone, and I’m suddenly immensely grateful to Bless for taking care of that.

My instincts are torn between burrowing and hiding or pacing the floor bare.

Libby plays on the floor with her toys, but she keeps glancing at me as she puts the diaper on her baby doll.

“You okay?” she asks, like she’s picking up on how unsettled I am.

“I’m good.” I offer her the sincerest smile I can offer when I feel like I might vomit. “You did a really good job with that diaper change.”

“I did,” she agrees.

My feet actually leave the floor as I jump when someone pushes inside the bedroom door.

It’s Maverick, with Gunner behind him.

Nova runs in, checking on Libby before running over to rub her entire body against my leg.

“Whoa, naked baby alert.” Maverick laughs. “Where’s your baby doll’s clothes?”

“Um, right here.” Libby pats the pile. “I had to change her.”

“Oh, I see.” Maverick takes a seat on the floor at her side. “That other toy set had all the good stuff, huh? Why don’t you show me the extra clothes and stuff that you got?”

Gunner comes to a stop in front of me and tenderly plants a hand on my lower back before pulling me to his chest. “Maverick is going to keep an eye on Libby for a few minutes while you come sit down with me until we get your panic under control.”

Dammit.

I thought I was blocking that from the bond. Gunner’s huge hand soothes up and down my spine, and his head tilts, like he’s just waiting for me to agree.

So, I do.

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