Page 123 of Nest Of Lies

I open my mouth and try every trick I’ve learned, but though he gets close, the timer goes off, and he withdraws his cock with a wicked smirk.

“Maybe next time.”

“Zaden!” Ianto snarls.

“You be quiet and take your medicine.” Ianto’s legs are suddenly thrown up, sending me lurching forward.

Ianto groans deeply, his cock twitching inside of me.

“Ianto, you’re so tight,” Valen purrs and fucks him as hard and as fast as he can.

It’s a wild ride that has mejostling. I clench, and though I want to move, I fight it off as long as I can.

Ianto is thrashing, but still, his cock is hard inside me, and he hasn’t come. If he can survive this punishment. I can.

Valen finishes and eases back, letting a panting Ianto go. I’m a quivering mess. I wipe my face and realise I’m weeping.

“Zaden, please.”

Zaden looks at me, and his smile softens. “Okay, baby, you did real good.”

Ranger and Mills untie my arms.

“Ianto, do it.”

Ianto rolls me faster than I can think, slamming into me. It takes five thrusts. Just five, and I explode. I’ve never had an orgasm this strong. It turns my vision white. I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold on as tight as I can.

“Oh, god, oh, fuck!” Ianto snarls. “That’s it, Omega, come for me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

I turn my head and bury my teeth in his upper neck. Ianto roars, slamming his knot deep into me and sending me back into a second orgasm.

His teeth find a spot on my neck, and he bites. I feel the last bond wink into existence. Chaotically controlled. Deep and mysterious.

I can feel them all now.

Zaden is stroking my hair, murmuring about how good we are. All the pack are close and touching us.

I stare into my alpha’s eyes. He’s not perfect. He’s rough around the edges, but he’s mine.

They all are.

Chapter forty-two

Zaden

Rhys slams into myoffice panting, his face white. “They’re coming.”

I stand up. I’ve been expecting this and dreading it. How do I protect Lia? Can I keep my club safe? Is this war? Everything moves in slow motion. Ranger appears and hands me a gun that I put in the waistband of my pants.

We walk down the stairs, more and more of the club rushing to join us. Weapons are given out, and the tension ripples through the club from member to member. This is it.

I get to the front door and peer out the small glass window.

Dozens of bikes are revving and circling on my front lawn. The same leather logo showing the Despair MC is everywhere, and it makes my teeth itch. I open the door and go out, pulling the gun from my waistband and holding it at my side.

I’m not scared of these goddamn thieves.

I lift the gun and fire into the air. It takes a moment, but then the bikes circle closer to the house, instead of away. I bring my arm down and aim at the dumbass that is getting a little too close.

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