Page 95 of Faith and Fury

“Fuck!”

My vision goes white for so long it should terrify me, but I take comfort in the knowledge that these feelings—this pleasure—is a part of me. Belongs to me.

I don’t realize how tight Micah and Jaxon are holding onto me until they start to relax. Jaxon’s hand falls over my stomach, growling contentedly when he feels just how full I am.

“Our perfect omega …” he kisses my neck. “You did so well.”

Micah tucks my hair back, then reaches over me—tucking Jaxon’s back. “Look at you both,” he pants. “All flushed and messy.”

“Can you blame us?” Jaxon laughs. “Damn. Can’t wait to do that again.”

I chuff tiredly. Pointedly.

“Not that soon,” Micah assures me. “Right now, I think some serious aftercare is in order. Jax, why don’t you pull out? Slowly.”

The mere thought of that makes my inner omega whine greedily, wanting to be stuffed with their come just a little while longer, but I have to admit—my ass is killing me. Jaxon slips away, and I just know I’m going to feel it ten times worse tomorrow.

Then again, maybe not. Omega bodies are made for packs, after all. Made to be fucked, knotted, bred, in all sorts of ways.

My face heats up. Where the hell am I going with that thought?

“You okay, omega?” Jaxon asks worriedly. “Didn’t hurt too much?”

I shake my head, though the sticky feeling of his come dripping out … not the greatest.

Thankfully he seems to read my thoughts, or Micah does, as he tells Jaxon to grab a damp cloth. I want to whine at him not to go—angry that the bathroom has to be so far away—but bury my face in Micah’s chest instead.

“That’s a good girl,” Micah purrs, soothing me instantly. “We’re going to get you cleaned up.”

Jaxon returns with the cloth, giving me a gentle warning before he wipes me down. I try not to flinch.

“Aw, baby.” Jaxon kisses my shoulder. “I’m sorry. It’ll only take another minute.”

Honestly, Faith—I’ve taken teeth-breaking punches, and dealt a fair few myself. A damp cloth shouldn’t be what gets me all weak. Panic strikes as I realize just how vulnerable I’ve become with these alphas. More vulnerable than even Fang gets to see.

What would he think of me now?

“Hey.” Micah’s soft voice draws me out of it. He cups the side of my face. “You still with us, angel?”

His sweet, fruity scent reaches out to me. I let myself breathe it in.

Only after Jaxon’s finished cleaning me up does Micah pull out, doing the same between my thighs. My stomach cramps at the sudden emptiness—equal parts relieved and needy for more.

Not tonight, I tell myself.

Tonight, these alphas have given me more than enough.

***

He’s mad. He won’t say it, but it’s the not saying it that makes it so damn obvious.

The other rogues are handing in their breakfast trays while the cell across from us gets in line to shower. I sit myself next to Fang and wait a moment. He just glares ahead.

Finally, I sigh. She was hungry.

Fang grits his teeth. “She’s not fighting tonight.”

It’s her first week. Show some compassion.

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