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“Pack bed. Tosleep,” I said, turning a pointed look at Ax.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t amenable to feeling Issa or Amir – or both – under my hands or mouth or wrapped around my cock, but my packmate looked as though he could lose control over his rational side. And I refused to risk him hurting either our omega or beta. Ax couldlose himself to rut and attempt to knot our beta, and I would never allow anyone to cause her any pain if I had any control over the situation.

Ax’s pupils were blown, and his growl continued to rattle forth, though it was quiet even as his top lip pulled up in a snarl.

I had a feeling we would need to put him on the outside of the puppy pile to keep him from rutting into either Issa or Amir the first second we were all in bed.

CHAPTER 37

Amir

It had been a week since that fucker had shown up at the club. A week since he’d stalked my beautiful beta to her place of employment.

A week since the place had erupted into chaos and violence when Ax acted without thinking and charged through the crowd to put the son of a bitch on his ass.

I hadn’t even known what was going on or why my alphas were fighting. All I’d known was they were in the crowd who were throwing fists, chairs, and beer bottles and there wasn’t a chance in hell I would sit by and watch them get hurt.

While I enjoyed some of the finer aspects of being an omega, like the attention from alphas and betas, even the constantly raging libido – and the gifts we often received from packs courting us – I wasn’t fragile or small like our beta.

And that sure as fuck wasn’t my first fight nor would it be my last.

I was still mildly embarrassed I’d ended up on the ground gettingkicked, but it wasn’t like I’d been knocked down. I’d taken down a cock sucker who’d attempted to sucker punch Cyrus when the sweet alpha was doing his best to break up the brawl and restore peace.

Poor Issa had felt dejected when she’d admitted to me what had started the fight, why the four of us guys had gotten hurt, and why she and I were no longer allowed at the club or allowed to leave without at least one of our alphas.

Oh, and the extra manpower now walking the property as though the freaking president was holed up in here.

But I didn’t blame her for shit. Neither did the alphas. No matter how many times they actually said the words aloud, I could feel them through our bond, and I knew Issa could, as well.

And the whole not working thing was only temporary. Just until Enzo’s brother and his pack were able to track down Issa’s former alpha.

Apparently, they had a bone to pick with the mother fucker, too. I didn’t care if they got their pound of flesh, as long as they didn’t steal all the fun from us.

At the moment, we were stretched out on the deep couch, my arms wrapped around her, the top of her head under my chin as we watched yet another black and white film. I knew my girl liked action, but apparently, the older movies were her comfort flicks. She tended to gravitate toward shows likeAndy Griffith Show,I Love Lucy, and reruns of sitcoms from the eighties likeGolden Girlswhen her anxiety was high.

Even if I hadn’t caught on to her habit, her scent would give her away every time. Hers was warm and comforting like Cyrus’s. But when she was afraid or anxious, that sun-dried linen scent took on a burnt or bitter note.

Right now, my sweetheart was angry. And growing bored.

I didn’t blame her. I wasn’t exactly used to sitting around the house all day or having to have armed guards when leaving the house. But I’d also been raised by two men who had worked for terrifying organizations before they’d found my mom and settled down.

Those two men in question had sent their own guard after I’d toldthem what had transpired at the club and all about Antonio. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had someone of their own out there searching for him for daring to touch their son or his pack.

There were always ways to distract her from the fact our alphas wouldn’t be home for a few hours.

Raising slightly, I glanced down at her face to make sure she was still awake. She tended to fall asleep while waiting for Ax, Cyrus, and Enzo to return from the club. And refused to go to bed unless I went with her.

Not that she ever had to ask more than once.

I wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by my whole pack as often as possible, to be buried in Issa’s wet, tight cunt, to have one of my alphas knotting me every moment of every day if that was ever possible.

Her eyes were glued to the screen, her hands folded under cheek. She looked like a freaking angel when she was fully relaxed.

And now, I had every intention of making her cheeks flush, her skin coat with sweat, and covering her in my scent in every way possible.

With my hand resting on her belly, I let it travel south until it dipped below the waist band of the sleep shorts she’d changed into after her shower an hour ago. She tensed when my fingers glided through her folds then gasped lightly when I so softly toyed with her clit.

Applying a little more pressure, I made slow circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, lowering my face to run my lips and tongue along the marks left by our alphas before pulling her earlobe between my lips and sucking it lightly before nipping it with my teeth.

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