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I’m not all that astute at picking out my own emotions, let alone the ones other people are experiencing.

His fingers brush the sweaty hair back from my forehead, and he pulls all the way out to thrustdeepall over again.

“You’re all mine,” he whispers, working his hips in a way he teases my oversensitive clit on every stroke. “I’m going to spend the next sixty or seventy years loving the hell out of you.” A dangerous smile crosses his face. “Well, that and fucking you so thoroughly you never look twice at another man.” His thrusts gain momentum, and his knot brushes my lower lips.

Then it’s inside me.

I sob, and it’s not a quiet sound.

My head whips to the side, but everything is fuzzy, and I can’t tell if I’ve woken Leo.

Shaw grips my jaw, turning my gaze back to his. “He’s been awake for a while. Let him enjoy the show.”

Leo’s scent pulses in the bond, and his amusement follows. I don’t get to focus on how hot it is to have an audience. Shaw’s knot is fully swollen and locked into place, but he begins grinding into me. It drags the appendage against my inner walls, and the fog hits so hard, it’s the last thing I remember.

ChapterTwenty-One

Saylor

Time loses all meaning. This has to be my heat or the rolling waves of preheat that come right before it hits. All essential bodily functions seem to have ceased in favor of producing an unholy amount of slick and nonsensical begging. I might not be eating or drinking a lot, but I’m sure I can’t be dehydrated if my body can make this much slick.

It’s been at least a few hours since Shaw and I bonded, but I only have vague, hazy memories of what’s happened since.

I’m annoyed, my skin itches, and it’s too bright and open in thenest that’s not a real nest. Reminding myself to be grateful we’re out of the facility and Amato is dead should be enough to settle my system.

It’s just…not.

Sometimes omega instincts don’t make any sense.

I’m burning up, and at the same time, I want to burrow, but all being wrapped in blankets would do is make my body temperature higher.

I’m not thirsty or hungry or interested in a shower.

I can’t seem to figure out why they won’t stop harassing me. If they would just fuck me more—like, a lot more—I’d probably be a lot less cranky.

I need more pheromones and cum.

* * *

“Listen, princess. Are you hearing me? You’ve ignored me the last three times I’ve asked, and that shit isn’t going to fly for a fourth,” Shaw says, slapping my ass kinda hard.

The pain sizzles across my skin, and my pussy locks down on Leo’s cock. Moaning, my face rolls around his chest. The scents of cedar and pine fill my nose, and it would be the perfect thing to focus on.

IfShaw wasn’t on my last nerve.

Leo is stretched out under me, but I wish he would roll us and take over. It’s a lot of work to grind on his swollen length when I seem to have turned into a melty puddle of useless omega.

“More,” I manage to choke out, wiggling my hips. I’m asking for more of Leo’s dick, but Shaw takes that as an excuse to pepper my backside with more stinging slaps.

“I don’t think it’s possible to punish an omega with pain,” Leo says calmly. “Not during a wave of heat. Her system doesn’t even recognize it as an uncomfortable feeling. It immediately converts it to more pleasure.”

“Well, that’s a pain in the ass,” Shaw says, chuckling darkly. “More for us than for her, apparently.”

Raising a shaky hand, I flip him off.

Even that’s a lot of work for my system, and my arm falls against the mattress as I groan.

“Just fuck me, and I’ll be fine.” My head bobbles up and down. “Please! I need your knots, not more talking.”

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