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My cock jolts, and Saylor grinds over me from below, which only intensifies my orgasm.

“Christ,” Omen mutters. “Feeling that in the bond is weird as shite. Hot as fuck, but strange.”

The little omega pushes her lips to mine and guides the kiss while I’m still too overloaded to do much.

My heart races, and I pull back to breathe.

Saylor grins up at me in a way that steals all the air from my lungs. Her feet dig into the backs of my thighs, and she says, “More, please.”

“If you’re feeling charitable,” Omen says, sounding amused. “You could at least sit her facing me this time. My cock is still very unsatisfied, and I wouldn’t mind jerking off all over her clit.” He groans, like he’s pleased with the mental image that thought produced. “I considered trying to kneel next to the two of you. I was pretty sure I could get my cock in her mouth. However, I decided to be generous and allow you your first time together.”

Saylor laughs. “He’s very thoughtful, huh?”

God, she’s so fucking pretty.

I grind into her and catch her lower lip between my teeth. The urge to dig them in is tempting, but my cum drips out of her as I pull out and slam back in, and it’s a solid distraction.

I’ve always known I would have to share her.

It’s just taking a little time to adapt to the fact she’s already bonded to two men who aren’tme. Still, I’m not giving her up, which means, one way or another, I better get comfortable with both Valor and Omen.

Sliding my hand between her back and the couch cushion, I pull her up with me and settle in the middle of the long cushion.

Saylor kneels over me, but Omen asked for access.

I peck a quick kiss on her lips and grip her hips. “How about you spin around to face Omen?”

Her eyes sparkle, and her lips tip up as she nods. “I can do that.”

See?

I can get along for the greater good.

It’s Shaw that makes me nervous. He’s always been more of a wild card, and I know how long he’s yearned for Saylor because I’ve ached for her for just as long.

ChapterEleven

Shaw

Ever since I got out of the military, my job has been private security. Easton likes to put Leo and me on high-profile targets. When we were told we’d be going to work for Callahan, we automatically assumed that we would be working directly with the senator. He has some political viewpoints that I don’t agree with in the least, but working with high-profile clients means keeping your skills honed.

I don’t have to like someone to do my job.

It’s just part of the contract.

Keep them alive.

Get paid.

Learning we’d actually be shadowing the senator’s teenage daughter was almost insulting at first.

Leo and I are snipers.

I know my skill set and where I can be most useful. Unfortunately, those jobs don’t come up often, at least Stateside. Three or four times a year, at most, is all Easton has ever needed us for long-range kills.

If you call in snipers, you know you won’t get discretion. Sure, it can be an anonymous kill, but there’s no passing it off as an accident or a heart attack or even a carjacking gone wrong.

At least in the US, sniping hits are a big deal.

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