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“You’re going to be late picking Cian up,” I call out over my shoulder.

“Fuck,” Aiden moans. “Well, sounds like you have something to actually be jealous about, asshole.”

Rolling my eyes, I force myself to respond to my boss.

Me:

I’ll head out soon. Does she need anything? I’ll need the address, Sir

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The Boss:

About damn time, Domhnall. She’s going to need clothes. I’m packing a bag for her now. Aisling didn’t expect to get caught out there with the snow.

Me:

How is she going to get around the city today without her car?

The Boss:

She’ll walk or rideshare. Aisling doesn’t need to be coddled. Now move your ass!

It’sfunny that he’s saying that when he’s ordering me to go pick her up. However, the snow really came down last night, so I’m not fucking complaining.

Getting dressed for the day in a full suit and suspenders, I make sure I look sharp before coming out of the closet. Aiden is coming into Caelin’s mouth with a groan while sucking Evan down.

Fuck, it’s like my favorite porno, and I can’t join in without being late. Adjusting my cock, I scowl as I stalk out the door.

“Have a good day!” Evan yells before groaning loudly as he comes.

These fucking fuckers.I swear, they’re all a pain in the ass, but they’re mine.

Hurrying down the stairs, I turn the engine to my truck on, along with the heat so it won’t be too cold. I have some work in the city, which means I’m going to coordinate my schedule with Aisling’s to take her back out to get her car. While I wasn’t asked to, it means more time with my girl.

I will be a possessive bastard, I can’t help it when I know she’s not bonded and still dating. She has to know that she has a scent match after Aiden told me the other day that his scent was all over her closet before he left. It has to be driving her a bit crazy not to know who it is.

Fuck, will she be wearing her scent blocking gel today? A part of me knows she’ll probably put it on religiously, while another idly wishes that she forgets. Blowing out a breath as I grab my bag, I head out to my now warm truck and drive out to Cian’s house.

I keep reminding myself of everything he’s said to me about her independence and how important Omega’s Haven is to her. I want to know everything about her life. She shouldn’t have to give up her dreams for us.

Evan told me about how his cousin Meghan is struggling with rebuilding her life after giving it all up for an abusive pack.

We won’t be those people. Aisling Sullivan deserves the world.

My intrusive thoughts threaten as I drive, reminding me about how much I also enjoy pushing people to their sexual limits. I’ve never let myself completely loose on someone because I’ve always been the one acting as Evan’s watchdog.

What would it be like to spend hours edging a pretty little omega while she chokes on Evan’s dick? What would it be like for her to be bound and gagged while she takes Aiden’s cock? Goddamn, wouldn’t she be pretty when her pussy swells with my and Caelin’s dicks stuffing her?

“You’re tempting enough, Sugar, without my thoughts going wild,” I growl under my breath, pulling into Cian’s driveway.

This is why Aiden had to be the one to hold her through her last heat. He has more control. He craves it, has endless lists for Cian’s needs and life, and keeps us all in check. This is why Cian hesitated to kill him, though I’m sure Aisling’s request that he be spared had something to do with it too.

That also is intriguing to me. Aiden doesn’t think he has a chance in hell of Aisling forgiving him. If that was true, wouldn’t she have just insisted her father kill him?

Pulling my coat firmly over my body, I snag a beanie and cover my hair. Fuck, it’s too damn cold to be out today, but I have shit to do, and a pretty little omega to unstrand. Getting out of the truck, I walk up to the front door and knock, shoving my hands into my pockets. Cian opens the door with a bag, brow raised as he hands it to me.

“Do not fuck this up,” he growls as I reach out for the bag. “You’re the only one I will trust my daughter with while the rest of your pack is either in the doghouse or scheming. This had better not blow up in your faces, or I’ll have your knots. Is that understood?”

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