Page 99 of Talk About… History

“Thank you for your time, Avery. If we have any further questions, we’ll reach out, but I think this is more than enough information. We plan to move forward with the case, and your lawyer will keep you updated as things progress. You did great.”

“Thank you for doing this,” I said, “and for being so professional. It made it a lot easier to get through.”

“Be kind to yourself, Avery. None of this is a reflection of you,” she reminded me again, giving a curt nod before she left the room.

That was all my pack needed before they converged on me, all four of my mates circling around me and holding me tight. My eyes burned with unshed tears—ones I wasn’t going to let fall.

My chest ached from having to relive everything. She made me realize there were so many more things that went wrong in that relationship than I thought.

Yet, through all of it, I never once felt guilty about throwing them under the bus. I hoped that they received every punishment the judge threw at them.

From the trajectory of her questions, I had a feeling they were going past just the doctor and his involvement. They were going to try to take the alphas down who abused the power they held over the affected omegas.

There were laws in place to protect omegas like me, and they had broken so many of them. Lance assured me that this was enough to hold them accountable. Most judges wouldn’t make an omega relive these types of things. So, I hoped their downfall was swift and that I didn’t have to witness it up close and personal.

“Are you ready to get out of here, Baby?” Mason asked, pressing a firm kiss to my forehead.

I breathed in his scent—apple, cedarwood, and fallen leaves. It was rugged, spicy, and sweet, and it chased away some of the inner demons that were threatening to come out. I focused on taking a few breaths, committing that scent to memory, then deciding what I needed in this moment.

We had talked about taking a weekend away and enjoying it, but right now, all I wanted was to go home. I needed them to remind me that I never had to experience anything like that again, that they were going to keep me safe and cared for, and that I never had to look back.

“We can give you that, gorgeous. We promise,” Arden said. I didn’t realize I spoke the question out loud, but I was glad I did.

I looked at all four of my mates in turn, even my beta. “I want you guys to claim me tonight. We can postpone this vacation, right?”

“We definitely can,” said Mason. “Let’s go.”

He grabbed my hand and started to lead me outside, Cohen taking my other and squeezing it softly.

This was everything I needed right now. Soon their bites would be on me, and I wouldn’t be the only one to know. The world would see that I was theirs. We would be an official, bonded pack.

The ride home was pure torture. Mason was sitting next to me, and I was trying to force myself to look out the window and not think about the fact that my pack was going to knot me and claim me.

“Oh, fuck this,” Mason finally said, reaching over, unbuckling me, and pulling me into his lap. “You better drive safe, Arden.”

“I will,” Arden said, a half groan when he realized why Mason said that.

“Thank fuck you wore a skirt, omega,” Mason said, ripping my panties away from my needy pussy, the scent of my slick hitting the car in seconds as it permeated the air.

“Fuck,” Arden cursed, the steering wheel groaning in protest as he gripped it.

“Be careful with my jeep,” I laughed, though the sound was just as breathless and needy. It turned into a moan as Mason pulled his cock out and teased it along my entrance.

“Ride me, omega. Take what you need,” he urged, muscles tense as he waited for me to slide onto him.

We both moaned as he filled me, stretching me in the best way as I sank down on him. When I was finally sitting on his cock fully, his knot inside of me, he took over again.

Mason wasn’t gentle as he lifted my body like I weighed nothing, then slammed me down on his cock in one rough movement. It was hard, fast, and brutal.

Fuck, it was exactly what I needed. I wanted to rip off my shirt, to give them everything, but we were still driving. Instead my fingers twisted in his shirt, holding on as I met each thrust, grinding onto him. Each brush of my clit on him sent an electric shock of pleasure through me, coiling in my belly and melding into my bones.

I was so fucking close already, my body ready to shatter for him.

“Make her come, Cohen, help me,” Mason ordered the beta next to me. Cohen didn’t hesitate to slide his fingers between us, giving my clit even more delicious pressure as I rode his fingers and Mason’s cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cried out before it turned into a scream as I rode Cohen’s fingers harder, milking my orgasm for as much pleasure as I could.

Mason apparently didn’t care anymore about public decency, ripping my shirt from my body and tossing it aside, exposing my breasts. Now I was only in my skirt and heels.

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