Page 79 of One Way Out

I pop back into consciousness, growling at my new packmates. My head is a foggy mess, and any intruders in the nest feel like a threat.

Omen snorts, and I appraise my surroundings.

Saylor now rests on my chest, but she’s pretty out of it.

Shaw crawls off the bed and drops something on the end table. “She’s at 108. It’s working. Her fever is coming down.”

I had no idea he was even here.

Omen flexes his fingers in her ass, and Saylor whimpers. A string of begging that I can’t decipher follows, and she gushes around my cock.

My hands tighten on her hips as I hold back a snarl. My instincts still aren’t used to having packmates, but I do my best to control the impulse to tell them to fuck off.

Shaw knee-walks across the mattress and wraps his hand in Saylor’s hair. “Come on, princess. Gobble down some of my cum and see if it helps.”

A snort comes from my left, and my head swivels.

I found Valor.

He’s stretched out on our other side of the mattress in just a pair of sweatpants that he must have picked up when he went shopping with Ridge.

He sees me looking and shakes his head. “I think it’s stupid for Omen to fuck her ass while you’re knotting her. I’m not coming anywhere near her until she’s proven she can handle that.”

My head whips toward Omen.

The beta shrugs. “She asked for it, and I fully understand the importance of lube.” He stretches over Saylor’s back, getting close to her ear. “You can thank me for that later when your mouth isn’t full.”

What the fuck happened while I was lost to the fog?

Omen’s fingers curl around my knot through the thin layer of Saylor’s tissue. That’s the weirdest shit I’ve ever felt, and Saylor seems to like it because she gets back to grinding on my knot. My muscles lock tight to keep from bucking up into her.

“Sweet Jesus, you’re way too good at that.” Shaw grunts, his head falling back.

Saylor has her fist wrapped around his knot, and she’s doing a damn good job of multitasking. She sucks him off and works my swollen shaft without ever missing a beat.

Shaw’s forearm flexes as he helps guide her deeper down his length, and it’s a solid distraction from how tight she is around me.

Omen pulls his fingers free of her ass, and it finally feels like I can breathe again. Except, he replaces his fingers with his crown. “Ready, lovely?”

“Mm-hmm,” Saylor agrees, never letting up on sucking off Shaw.

“Well, at least she’s optimistic about it,” Valor says with a laugh.

My hands caress down her spine and over her hips, trying to offer her comfort.

Omen leans closer to her back, and his chest brushes my arms as he kisses over her shoulder. “You’re about to be so fucking full.” He barely thrusts, but the pressure is unreal.

Moans and groans fill the air from all three of us.

Omen barely pulls out before thrusting deeper. Over and over again, he works into her in measured strokes.

“You forgot something,” Valor says, sliding a hand between me and Saylor. His fingers brush my pelvis as he works her clit.

The pressure and tightness are like nothing I’ve ever felt. It doesn’t take long before I’m having to focus and grit my teeth to keep from coming too soon.

Saylor’s muffled begging fills the air, and I can’t believe she can focus enough to suck Shaw off, but she must be doing a solid job based on the growl he releases.

Saylor’s perfume is everywhere. It seems to deaden my senses until all I can process is euphoria.

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