Page 62 of One Way Out

Having his complete focus on me is addictive.

“I’m okay.” A yawn escapes, and the soothing feeling of Leo running his fingers through my hair only seems to make me sleepier. “I think my adrenaline wore off or something because I’m beat.”

“Yeah, that happens.” His chest rattles with his purr, and my hand is instantly drawn to brush over the vibration. “You were solid tonight, but I hate that you had to be in that position to begin with.”

“I’m okay.” I scoot a little lower and wiggle until my nose brushes his tattooed pec. “Maybe it’ll hit me later or something, but for now, I’m really grateful to have the five of us safe and under one roof.”

“Me too, pretty girl.” He nuzzles his cheek to the top of my head, and I focus on the hum of his purr. His is much smoother than Shaw’s or Valor’s, which leads me to believe his has been used way more often.

Things moved crazy fast with us, but I’m not upset about it in the least. They can do the wooing and courting once we get back to our normal lives.

Dealing with the facility was life-or-death insanity that I never thought I would be exposed to. A big part of me hates knowing the omegas I met are still trapped there. I just really hope they did sign up willingly.

The door opens, and my head pops up. It’s pretty dark with only the light that shines through the curtains and what spills inside from the hallway before Shaw closes the door behind him.

His muscular back flexes, showing off the lines of dark tattoos that weave around his sides and onto his lats. He turns toward the bed, and the gray sweats he’s wearing fall low on his hips.

I lick my lips as he prowls closer, but Leo’s hand tightens on my side, and I settle back onto the mattress. There’s a twinge of jealousy coming from my newest bondmate. It’s not overwhelming, and it highlights that we’re all human.

I wouldn’t handle sharing nearly as well as they’ve managed, but that speaks to how omegas are genetically coded. We’re fiercely protective of our chosen alphas. Then again, alphas are equally as protective of their omega.

Focusing on Leo’s dark eyes, I give him a soft smile. “Your scent and that purr are a dangerous combination.” I move closer and give him a quick goodnight kiss while Shaw gets situated under the comforter on my other side. Once he’s settled in, I roll over to face him. He’s stretched out on his back, and my hand comes to rest on his warm skin as I move to give him a chaste kiss. Pulling back, I study his handsome face. “Are you okay?”

A lazy smile takes over, and his hand lands on my lower back. “I am now that I’m touching you. Get some rest, princess. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay, good. I’m going to roll back over and face Leo. You can spoon me.” I move to do that, and Shaw’s low chuckle fills the air.

“Valor was right. You’re a bossy little thing.”

I have no idea why his words make my insides melty. Maybe it’s the fondness in his tone, but I settle between the two of them and finally give in to the urge to relax.

* * *

My eyes pop open as a painful wave of tightening rips through my lower abdomen. I moan, but it ends up muffled when cool fingers land against my lips. I’m lying on my back, and Shaw is next to me.

His top half leans over mine as the backs of his fingers brush my cheek. “You’re burning up,” he says in a throaty whisper.

I nod frantically and open my mouth to respond, but he quiets me again.

“Shh, Leo is knocked out hardcore, and I’d like this to just be me and you.” Shaw slides his fingers over my cheek and into my hair. His fingertips dig into the back of my skull, and he pulls me toward him. “You smell so fucking sweet. Goddamn, I tried to let you rest. You obviously need sleep, but you spent the last half hour grinding your ass against my cock.” He nips at my lips, and my core clenches painfully.

My cheeks feel hot, likely from the fever, but maybe a little because I can easily believe his words are true. My thighs are coated with slick, and my clit pulses.

I bring a hand to his ribs, and my fingers clutch at his back as I try to tug him closer.

Shaw complies, leaning in even farther and capturing my lips in one smooth movement.

His hand on my skull tightens, and he guides me where he wants me, leading the kiss and making my thighs rub together. He’s an amazing kisser, completely in control and commanding in a way that makes me ache to whine and beg.

My tits tighten, which is weird to notice, and before I realize what’s happening, Shaw rolls us.

He moves me over his chest and closer to the opposite edge of the mattress, but I’m not afraid of tumbling off. My back hits the bed, and he once again leans his top half over mine, just on the opposite side.

“Do you think you can stay quiet, princess?” He gives my hair a naughty little tug with the fingers still cradling my scalp. “Or do I need to gag you? I really don’t want to share the first time I slip inside you.”

“I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

“Of course you will be.” He brushes his lips over mine. “You’re my good girl.” His words make my legs spasm as heat rolls through my system.

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