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“There’s no way I’ll last much longer. You’re too bloody tight like this…” Omen flattens himself on Saylor’s back, and I’m well and truly trapped to the mattress. It’s a good thing they don’t need me to do anything, because all I can do is experience it as Omen fucks her on my cock. “Fuck, darling. You’re absolutely wrecking me here.”

Saylor locks down, signaling her orgasm is close. Her orgasm takes me and Omen down with her.

“Shit, I’m there,” I growl, and even that takes effort.

Omen’s cock swells and everything gets even tighter.

It’s hard to breathe or move.

Pleasure rips through the bond, rebounding through the connection.

I groan, filling her with hot jets of cum.

Shaw growls. “That’s it, princess, suck down every drop.”

“Fucking hell,” Omen chokes out, finally stilling his strokes.

Valor chuckles darkly. “She really did just wreck all three of you at once.” He pinches her pussy before giving it a squeeze. “It was beautiful.”

ChapterTwenty-Six

Shaw

We spend several days in a holding pattern waiting for Omen’s and Valor’s documents. It’s not like it would be ideal to leave, anyway, with how unpredictable the waves of Saylor’s heat are.

I’m genuinely fucking surprised Senator Callahan hasn’t attempted to call his daughter. Her phone was lost during her kidnapping, but I’ve still got the same number I’ve always had. So does Leo, for that matter, and Ridge retrieved our phones from the hotel we were kidnapped from.

Thinking of the senator makes me wonder how he ever handled his late wife’s heats. Single-couple pairings are unusual nowadays, at least when alphas and omegas are involved. The late Mrs. Callahan was an omega just like Saylor.

Senator Callahan doesn’t seem like the type who would have been open to using a heat service, and all I can wonder is how much that poor woman suffered.

Technically speaking, it’s none of my fucking business, but I’ll never look at solo alphas and omegas the same way. My entire life, I’ve heard how important it is for omegas to have an entire pack of alphas to meet their needs. Having seen the reality of it, I’ll never question if the teachings are true.

Three alphas and one beta have barely been enough to keep Saylor’s fever down. Even with all four of us, she begs for more if her mouth isn’t busy…and sometimes when it is.

Hell, I know I’m not a pro at sharing just yet, but under no circumstances could I listen to Saylor in agony and not do everything in my power to fix it. Even if that meant bringing in alphas from a heat service or tapping in friends she was comfortable with if we hadn’t had a chance to build our pack yet.

Luckily, we have.

Leo and Saylor were asleep in the nest when Valor and I stumbled out in search of sustenance. Omen followed not too long after, and I know I’m not the only one monitoring the bond in case our omega wakes up needing more dick.

Valor pushes off the counter, heading to the table to refill his cereal bowl.

I grin, shaking my head.

Heats are a fucking trip.

His bruises and cuts from being in solitary are finally starting to heal, but he looks like he got in a knock-down, drag-out fight with a grizzly bear. In reality, our sweet little omega is to thank for that.

Not that I fared much better. My arms and chest are covered in claw marks that feel like the best kind of battle wounds.

Omen must pick up on my thoughts in the bond because he snorts a laugh. The long hair on the top of his head sticks straight up, though he did manage to make it out of the nest with fewer scratches.

Yeah, all three of us look rough.

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I’m just finishing my cereal when my phone goes off. It’s not a normal alert, and I drop my mostly empty bowl and spoon in the sink, snatching it off the counter.

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