Page 25 of One Way Out

The device beeps, and he plucks it from my mouth while flashbacks replay through my mind.

His soft lips crashing against mine.

His hard cock utterly destroying me as his strong muscles pushed me into the mattress.

Next come the snippets of how stretched I felt when he and Valor were both inside me at the same time.

My cheeks feel flushed, and warmth floods my system.

“Hmm, 106.” Omen stands, pulls the cover off the thermometer, tosses it into the trash, sets the device on the table, and comes back. He squats down once more and runs his cold hands up my thighs. “That’s just a hair less than what you were before the last wave of heat really took off.”

Yeah, well, the room smells like a combination of all four of their scents.

My mind immediately goes to what it would be like to haveall fourof them focused on me during a wave of heat. And it’s not like I even have panties to help my scent from spreading…

Omen and Valor together were a lot, but nowhere close to being too much to handle. Omegas are basically pros at taking a lot of cock.

Leo lets out a low growl, and I’m guessing he just picked up the scent of my arousal. “You’re goading her.”

Omen shrugs, licking his lips. “There’s not much else to do to pass the time. Is there, pet?”

I shake my head, and my heart thumps wildly.

I’m not sure Leo is even open to progressing our relationship this fast. We haven’t really done anything past cuddling, although he got an earful of me and Shawdryfucking.

I almost snort.

That experience was highly enjoyable and also very slick.

Nope.

Nothing dry about the non-penetrative sexual contact I had with Shaw.

Omen snorts.

My face burns.

Exactly how much is he able to pick up from the bond?

I’m entirely too awkward for them to be peeking at my thoughts without any warning. I’m way nerdier in real life. I’m actually kinda impressed at how badass I’ve been since getting here. I only cried once, and that was because I was worried about him and Valor.

Oh, God.

What if they think I’m cooler than I actually am? They’re going to be in for a hell of a surprise when we make it out of here.

I’m so distracted by my thoughts that I only notice Omen when he’s right on top of me.

Literally.

“I would love to know what, exactly, you’re thinking about that has that look on your face,” he murmurs, holding himself up with a palm on the edge of the couch as he hovers over me.

My toes brush the other arm of the couch, and I’m shorter than Omen. I have no idea how he manages to fit, but I’m guessing he still has one leg on the floor while the other hangs over the end of the couch. The fingers of his free hand tease up under the hem of my shirt, but his gaze settles over my head like he’s focusing on Leo.

“Last time, she writhed and whined for over an hour as she slept. Perhaps I am goadingher system, but I’m also not going to spend an hour watching her suffer as the wave of heat ramps up. Not when we can get right to the good stuff and save her from that misery.” His lithe fingers work higher, brushing my inner thigh and aiming for my pussy. “No one is saying you have to help take care ofmyomega. You know where the door is.”

He doesn’t wait for Leo’s reply. His lips crash against mine as I wiggle my legs farther apart to give him easier access.

Omen’s fresh rain and aloe scent mixes perfectly with Leo’s cedar and pine smell. My nose is obsessed with the two of them together, but Omen’s tongue slides around mine in a way that makes it hard to focus on anything else.

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