Page 59 of One Way Out

Perhaps the bond has already started to work on soothing the rage that comes from being rabid because as quickly as my annoyance and anger rises, it falls just as fast.

Saylor is the omega.

The omega builds their pack.

And probably the most surprising fact of all?

I’m actually starting to like Leo and Shaw. They showed up and saved our asses with Amato, despite knowing she could never be solely theirs. It helps a lot that we all share a similar mindset. If Omen or I weren’t around, I would have full confidence that they would keep Saylor safe.

Movement in the glass catches my attention, and my head tilts.

Leo appears near the edge of the back of the couch. “Saylor is asking for the two of you. She wants you to saturate the bedding in your scent.”

“What about me?” Shaw asks with a petulance to his tone that reminds me of Omen when he wants to cause needless trouble.

“You’re coming up for bed, so I figured you’d handle that then,” Leo says, chuckling. “I wanted to talk to you about something, anyway.”

I spin around, giving Leo a nod.

We’ll see our way out so he can tackle that conversation without an audience.

Omen pushes off the love seat, and we take off toward the stairs.

* * *

Saylor looks a little manic as she fluffs the pillows on the platform bed.

Omen snorts, skirts around me where I stand frozen in the doorway, and heads for the frantic omega. He stops just behind her and caresses her hips. She’s in a plain white shirt that must belong to Leo or Shaw, since it barely covers the bottom of her ass cheeks. When she was wearing mine, they fell halfway to her knees, but we left the facility with even less than we went in with.

Saylor pops up, spinning to face Omen. “You look significantly less bloody.”

“Thanks, you seem to have picked up a packmate for the three of us.” Omen chuckles. “Where’s the bite? Do I get to do a naughty little strip search to find it?”

Our omega rolls her gorgeous hazel eyes, but her fondness for him spills through the bond. She pulls the neck of the shirt she’s clad in to the side. “It’s still tender.” Her eyes bounce between me and Omen and back again. “I feel like I should have had a conversation with the two of you before bringing anyone else into the bond?—”

My head shakes. “We knew you planned to bond Leo and Shaw.”

“But anyone outside of Shaw,” Omen says, shoving her hair over her shoulder, “make sure you give us some warning, yeah?”

“I will,” she agrees, stretching up on her tiptoes and shoving her mouth to his.

I grimace, recalling how bloody he was only a few hours ago, but the omega doesn’t seem to mind as she shoves her tongue into his mouth.

Omen’s hands land on her hips once more, and I can already tell he’s going to try his luck just based on his amusement in the bond.

I sigh, shaking my head.

He’s going to be disappointed when I drag his ass out of here to keep watch. We’re only up here to give Leo the chance to warn Shaw about their bonding.

Omen knows as much, but he still lifts our omega, tossing her onto the mattress.

There’s a quick glimpse of her pussy as the shirt rides up and even more of a view when she spreads her thighs to make room for Omen. Her tits bounce under the shirt, and Omen follows her down, planting a hand next to her head as he stretches out over her.

He bends low, trying to steal a kiss, but Saylor leans to the side.

“I need you too, V.” Her head bobbles up and down while my heart races at hearing her call me by the same nickname Omen does. It’s what my aunt and family called me when I was a child, and hearing it slip from her lips brings up all sorts of nostalgic feelings. It’s also a relief knowing she’s growing more comfortable with me. The bruises I left during our bonding are still visible around her throat, and although I can’t see them at the moment, I’m sure the ones on her body are still there too.

“The bed smells wrong,” Saylor says, giving me a pleading look. “It’s not a nest… I just need you to spread your scents around—saturate the pillows and blanket. That kind of thing.”

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