Page 87 of One Way Out

He’s always friendly and respectful with everyone. It’s not like he’s done anything wrong, but even having my guys talking to her is starting to grate on my nerves. My instincts don’t want her anywhere near my newly bonded alphas.

Or my beta, for that matter.

“I’m skinny enough that you can sit on my lap,” Omen says, kissing the side of my head. “We’ll make sure we’re both buckled in.”

She must decide she doesn’t get paid enough to argue, because she simply sighs and strides off toward the front of the plane.

* * *

Takeoff is a mess of emotions I don’t quite understand. I panic—like I always do during takeoff and landing—but it’s a huge relief once we reach altitude. I’m not sure I’ll ever visit Europe again, and that makes me sad. It’s beautiful and has so much history. I wanted to explore it all during my trip, but now it also has all that fear and misery rolled up into it. Not to mention, I don’t want to be on the same continent as the facility. Not ever again.

I’m so lost in thought, I barely notice that it’s time to remove our seat belts.

Omen handles ours and spins me to face him. Luckily, the chair is wide enough that I don’t have any trouble planting my knees on the outside of his thighs.

My hands land against his chest, and I brush over his nipple piercings. It’s kinda hot how the balls show around his nipple, even with the T-shirt he’s wearing.

Omen’s hand lands under my chin, and he tilts my face up to meet his. “Feeling better, darling? The terror seems to have lessened.”

I nod, and my nose twitches with his aloe and fresh rain scent. “Are you? You and Valor have the biggest changes ahead. I’m just grateful you’re willing to come with us.”

He scoffs, teasing his thumb over my jaw. “Like I could let you out of my sight. You’re quite the magnet for trouble. Oh yes, and you’re stuck with me for life.”

“Yeah,” I agree, and my heart races. “That just means you’re stuck with me too.”

He’s grown out a little stubble, and it suits his face so well. He’s just an incredibly attractive man.

And he really is all mine.

My chest gets warm and fuzzy while my stomach somersaults as he lowers his mouth to mine. There’s something about Omen that I’ve been drawn to from that very first day at the facility. He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known, but in the best way possible. He puts all his effort into looking after and protecting those he cares about.

If someone doesn’t fall into that tiny category, then he doesn’t give a fuck what they think or what happens to them. And I get to be one of the select few that hedoesgive a fuck about.His tongue teases around mine as his hold on my lower back tightens, and he manages to make me feel safe despite our location.

Flying really is my biggest fear, outside of bridges, but I overcame it so I could see the Christmas markets my mom spoke so fondly of when I was little.

It’s almost impossible to fathom how much I’ve changed and grown on this trip.

Omen pulls back to breathe, nuzzling his nose against mine. “I’m pretty fucking sure I’m falling in love with you,” he murmurs, and his shock fills the bond. It almost feels like he didn’t mean to admit that so quickly. “That’s the goal, right? I mean, like I said, you’re stuck with me?—”

“I love you too,” I whisper, pushing my lips to his once more.

There’s not a doubt in my mind.

My words are true.

And they’re even more special because omegas and betas aren’t influenced by biology in the same way alphas and omegas are.

I don’t love him because of the pheromones that compatible alphas and omegas release upon being in close proximity to one another.

I just really fucking love him for him.

* * *

I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but I wake sweating against Omen’s chest and extremely aroused. I’m still wrapped in the comforter we brought with us, but Omen has a hand between us, working several fingers in and out of my core.

My head rests in a way I can see him watching me, and he brings his free hand to my lips.

“Shh, I need you to keep it down,” he says in barely more than a whisper. “I’m already afraid your pheromones are going to draw their attention.” The palm of his hand brushes over my clit, and I clench around his fingers. “That’s four fingers, pet. I’m impressed.” A cocky grin breaks out on his face, making my inner walls spasm. “I think stretching them is what woke you. You’ve already come on my hand once. That helped a lot. Slick is way more convenient than needing to carry lube everywhere.”

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