Page 60 of One Way Out

“Oh, I’ll be happy to spread my scentallaround,” Omen says playfully.

It’s difficult to tell from this angle, but I believe he slides his free hand up her thigh.

“The point is, I needyourscents.” Saylor laughs. “Not more of mine. Also, I’m dripping in Leo’s cum, so I doubt you really want to shove your fingers in—” She groans. “Or I guess you do.”

“Such a sweet, naive, adorable pet.” Omen nips at her lips, and I finally get my shit together, walking to the edge of the bed and climbing on. “Not only do I not mind a little cum, I’d stick my face in your cunt right this very second without a moment of hesitation.”

“G-Good to know.” She blinks up at him almost owlishly.

“What can I do to help the room smell right?” I ask, because at least one of us should stay on task.

“That was actually really hot. I think we should focus on Valor filling me with his cum, and then you can lick it out,” she says, keeping eye contact with Omen. “I’ll suck you off while Valor fucks me.”

“Mmm, you are a naughty little thing,” Omen murmurs, brushing his nose against hers. “You had me fooled completely. I truly thought I’d get the joy of corrupting you, but here you are, instigating a threesome while your newly bonded alpha breaks the news to his best mate that he got to sink his teeth in first.”

“Omen.” She pulls a hand off his shoulder to lightly smack his arm. “Now you’re making me nervous, and I wanted to focus on helping this makeshift nest smell right. If someone goes to the store, maybe they could find a blanket or something we can drape over the window? It’s huge. The curtains seem to help at night, but I’m not sure they’re thick enough to do much during the day.”

I nod, bend closer, and shoulder-check Omen until he gets the point and rolls off Saylor.

He lands on his side, resting his head on his palm. “Yes, right. You’ll need access to her cunt if you plan to fill it full of your cum.”

I snort, shaking my head. “The two of you together are pure trouble. While that fantasy sounds like the shit my dreams are made of—and I will gladly help you fulfill itlater—right now, we need to focus on saturating the bed and pillows in our scents.”

“Sex would help,” Saylor says, tilting her head.

At the same time, Omen says, “I believe cum is one of the necessary things an omega needs to fill their nest with.”

I laugh and knee-walk until I can cage my omega in. “Like I said, the two of you make for a hell of a team, but I also remember how heartbroken you were without Leo and Shaw. They deserve to have tonight with you, especially Leo. Your bond is still fresh.”

I’d bet by morning, she’ll have another set of teeth marks marring her skin from Shaw.

“Ours is too.” She wraps her fingers around the back of my neck and tugs my face to hers.

She tastes faintly of Leo, but I ignore it in favor of concentrating on how her soft tongue teases around mine. I hold myself up on my forearms to keep from grinding as she whimpers against my lips.

It’s so fucking tempting to slide inside her, and we’re bonded. There would be nothing wrong with fucking her through the mattress—since she’s clearly willing—but it would be a shitty thing to do when Leo and Shaw saved our asses tonight.

I spent the entire drive dreading what Amato would do to her first to force my compliance. None of his mind games or control tactics would have worked. As soon as I found an opening, I would have killed him with my bare hands if necessary.

Kicking his corpse was strangely cathartic, and I have Leo and Shaw to thank for making it possible. It’s only fair that Omen and I take the first watch.

“Our bond is fresh,” I agree, scent marking her cheeks one by one. “But even if it’s new, it’s still always with me. That gives me a level of comfort Shaw doesn’t have. Ridge plans to head into town in a few hours to purchase necessities for all of us. Omen or I will ride with him while the other stays to keep watch. And once you get a little time with the others, we’ll swap.”

“Okay,” she agrees, but her sadness fills the bond. “I can’t wait until it’s safe enough that all four of you can be with me.”

“That makes two of us,” Omen says, sounding annoyed.

Too bad for him.

He’ll get over it.

“Now, show me what you’d like me to scent mark.”

* * *

Leo comes in as I’m finishing rubbing the pillow around my chest. I toss it to Saylor where she sits on the end of the bed to give her a chance to do another sniff test.

She nods. “Yep, I think the third round was necessary. Thank you.”

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