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Shaw groans, and he doesn’t take his blue eyes off her pussy as he comes. Her scent is everywhere, but his tinges the air. I ignore it, cupping her tits and brushing my fingers over her still-warm skin.

He falls over her once more, capturing her mouth and trapping me under both their weight.

Luckily, I’m a giant.

I can handle it.

Saylor grinds over me as Shaw switches to fingering her full of his cum, and I grin, studying the side of her face. He blocks some of the view, but just being able to feel her contentment is enough for me. Well, that and knowing I’ll be sliding inside her next.

The ninety-second alarm rips through the speakers in the hallway, and I freeze.

Aww, fuck.

Here’s hoping Leo and Omen didn’t get themselves in deep shit.

“You’ve gotta let me up. I need to watch the door to make sure no one else tries to slip in,” I say, giving Shaw’s shoulder a shove.

I also need to make sure it can’t latch before the other two members of our group can make it back.

* * *

Leo and Omen make it back with mere seconds to spare.

I tug the door closed, noting they failed to bring drinks or food. Although, Omen has a stack of blankets, sheets, and towels. There are a few items left from what Shaw and I brought back earlier, and we’ll have to make do. They’ve never failed to feed us during lockdown, and I don’t see them starting now.

Shaw is back in the pants he pulled off earlier. He’s in the process of helping Saylor into a T-shirt. Once that falls down her curvy frame, he squats to get her into a pair of joggers.

“What happened?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

Omen drops the laundry onto the table and shrugs. “Honestly, I’ve no idea.”

“We didn’t approach or interact with the two from the hallway,” Leo says, backing up Omen’s version of events. “I guess it could be due to the Russians earlier.”

That’s been in the back of my mind since the alarm first buzzed. It would be too much to hope that they get tired of dealing with us and decide to toss us out on our asses.

My luck has never been that good.

ChapterFourteen

Omen

There’s no way to be sure how many hours pass after they lock us down, but it’s long enough to be annoying.

If I had to bet, I’d take the one that says we’re locked in for the night.

At least we’re all together, even if the room is claustrophobic with five of us trapped in one tiny space.

If nothing else, if we can survive in less than 200 square feet, it proves we can make it once we get out of here.

Only, Saylor is feverish again and miserable. She’s in themight vomit, not interested in getting railed seven ways to Sundayphase of coming off the suppressants.

Leo and Shaw play cards at the table, while Valor swaps between pacing and sitting with a pensive look on his face. He’s doing his best to block any spillover in the bond, but I know from last time, that won’t actually help Saylor relax.

She’s a nosy little thing.

Then again, so am I, meaning calling her out would make me a bloody hypocrite.

I eventually talk her into settling into Valor’s loft with me. They haven’t served the evening meal, but I doubt she’d be interested in it even if they had. She’s missed out on a fair amount of sleep, so stockpiling rest while she can is the next best option to a nutritional meal.

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