Page 20 of One Way Out

“I bet your Americanfriendsare going to love that,” Omen says, brushing the washcloth over my cheek before moving to my forehead. “You know, darling. You’re never sexier than when you’re covered in dried blood…” He chuckles. “With a fair amount of Valor’s cum dripping down your thighs.”

I squint up at my beta. “I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me.”

“Never, pet,” Omen says, winking. “Now, spin for me so I can rinse your hair.”

* * *

Valor stands at the back of the shower, waiting patiently as Omen gives me a thorough cleaning. Once he’s done, I don’t let him pull me from the shower.

I turn, grab Valor’s forearms, and stretch up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Please stop. I’m fine. More than fine. I’m happy. Don’t beat yourself up when I’m content.” I lower until I’m flat-footed and watch him carefully. “I need you to be focused on the important stuff when the five of us talk.”

“I will be,” he rumbles, kissing my forehead. “Don’t worry about me, little one. I’m okay.”

Before I can prod further to ensure he’s being honest, Omen lifts my still-wet form out of the shower without dropping me.

I shiver, and goose bumps break out on my skin as I wait for him to wrap me up. He scoops up my hair, tying it in one towel before covering my body with another. It doesn’t close all the way, and he pulls me to his chest, running his hand down my spine.

It’s hard to be sure exactly what he’s thinking about, but it feels like he’s replaying a memory. Maybe when he yelled at me and told me not to go to Valor.

His hand tightens on my butt, and he sighs. “I’m grateful it all worked out, but I still want to spank your backside red for that bullshit you pulled with the guard.”

Wrapping my arms around his lower back, I give him a squeeze. “I’m sorry you were worried about me.”

“You’re lucky you’re beautiful because you’re a right pain in the arse.” Omen kisses my wet forehead. “Now, let me help you into some clothing. I have a feeling yourfriendswill mutiny if we take much longer.”

“Yeah,” I agree, glancing toward the door. “Do you think you could give me a few minutes with them? I’m not trying to keep secrets or anything. I just feel like I owe them a conversation?—”

Omen’s tattooed fingers come to rest against my lips. “You can have a few minutes with your boyfriends.” He chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows. “We’re bonded. You’re ours now. You couldn’t get away if you tried. We’d simply track you through the bond and hunt your naughty backside down.” He crashes his lips to mine as he peels the towel from around my middle.

My still-slick chest ends up melting into his the longer the kiss goes on.

Omen pulls back, nipping at my lips, and I wish I could go on kissing him forever. Being able to feel his attraction in the bond is a heady experience.

His whitish-blond hair falls over his forehead as he smirks, and it makes my damn knees weak.

I grin back. “For the record, I don’t want to get away.” My thumb points toward Valor. “If you could give our alpha a pep talk to help squash some of that lingering guilt, I’d appreciate it. I’m going to want feral sex again sometime soon.”

Omen snorts while Valor sighs like an old man.

God, I can’t wait until we can be free of this awful place and truly start our lives. I’m going to buy us a house with a tankless water heater, so we never have to take cold showers again.

* * *

Valor’s shirt falls around my knees as I come out of the bathroom and into the cell.

Omen might have mixed feelings about Leo and Shaw—okay, he definitely does. No matter how hard he tried to block his emotions about them, some combination of hurt and jealousy came through when we talked about them as he helped me into Valor’s shirt. Even if he’s not sold on them being a permanent part of our family pack, he’s still my partner in crime.

He suggested I forgo wearing pants.“The less clothing you have on, the harder they’ll find it to be cross with you. Take my word on this, pet.”

God, I really hope Omen was right.

Leo and Shaw are on opposite ends of the couch, and I come to a stop in between them.

“I’m cold. I never realized how much of a luxury it is to have hot water.”

Leo pushes himself off the couch, but I don’t get to see what he’s doing.

Shaw grabs my wrist, giving me a tug. “Come here.”

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