Page 90 of One Way Out

I’m so ready to experience a normal life firsthand. To no longer feel fear radiate through my core every time Amato’s phone number flashes on my screen, and to not have to dread what he’ll order us to do next.

Omen’s scent tinges my mind, and his comfort follows. Raising a hand off the chair, I flip him off. He’s a nosy bastard, and he really should mind his own thoughts, but he’s still my best mate.

My head tilts as Saylor appears in front of me. She’s in a dress from her old life, and it fits every delicious curve to perfection. The blanket rests over her shoulders, but she’s not tall enough to keep it all off the ground.

Her cheeks are bright red, and her hair is stuck to her forehead with sweat.

She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

I growl, wrapping my forearm around her lower back and tugging her to me. She climbs into my lap, letting the blanket fall over the arms of the airplane seat.

I’m never going to get tired of the shy smile she shoots my way as she flutters her eyelashes. My nostrils flare, breathing in her scent, mixed with that of all three of my packmates.

“It seems like you’ve been busy.” I fist a hand in her hair and tug her face to mine. The height difference means she can’t settle against my lap, but I’ve still got my sweats on, and I don’t have a change of clothes. Being covered in cum at home is one thing. Out in public, it would be frowned upon in London, so I’m going to take a guess and assume the same is true for the States. “Are you soaked in their cum?”

Saylor’s chest heaves, and her cheeks grow even pinker. “All I’m missing is you.” Her nails dig into my chest, and I use my free hand to tug down my sweats.

I’ve gotten used to wearing a more relaxed style while in the facility. The town we visited wasn’t set up for shopping for someone my size. I’d be crammed into too-small clothing if Ridge hadn’t taken pity on me and lent me several of his outfits.

I get the material down around my thighs, and my cock bounces against Saylor’s ass. She’s dripping in cum, and somehow it only makes me want her even more as the overwhelming need to add my own hits me square in the balls.

The little omega whimpers, spreads her legs even wider, and reaches between us to grab my shaft. She haphazardly jerks me against her clit.

If I didn’t have a fistful of her hair, she would have collapsed against me by now, but I enjoy watching her face.

The determined look as she licks her lips makes me chuckle.

I’m damn sure I never did a single thing in life to make me worthy of her, but I’m far from a good guy. I’m holding on tight with both hands. I’ll bask in her goodness but never taint that bright inner light of hers.

Cum drips around my tip as she moves me to her opening and sinks down. The way her walls instantly mold around my shaft takes my damn breath away.

Her nipples tighten under the thin dress, and I wish I wasn’t such a fucking giant. I’d bite and suck her tits right through the material.

Saylor rotates her hips, grinding in a circle, and sends my desire skyrocketing.

Feeling her need for me.

How warm and wet her cunt is as it clings to my length.

The naughty little mewls she releases.

It all does my head in.

“Fucking hell, little one,” I growl, bending to capture her mouth. Swiping my tongue over Shaw’s bondmark sends a pulse through the connection that makes my knot throb. Knowing she’s as desperate for me as I am for her only seems to heighten every sensation.

“Sorry, lovely, I’m going to steal this.” Omen pulls the blanket off the two of us. Saylor whimpers against my lips, but he replaces the material with himself.

I ignore him, teasing my tongue around hers.

Omen’s cool skin brushes my pelvis, and he works her clit, pinching her nipple with his free hand. “You know, darling, I bet you’d be much cooler without the dress.”

He doesn’t give her a chance to object, and we have to pull back from our kiss as he rips it off over her head. Seeing her bare tits is nice, and I even have a full view of where I disappear inside her.

Omen scratches his teeth over her shoulder, cupping her tits.

Saylor gets loud to the point I’m concerned someone is going to come tell us to keep it down. I shove my tongue into her mouth once more, wishing I could toss her down and rut into her.

Omen pinches her entire pussy, and I finally remember that I can buck up inside her using my feet as leverage. It only takes a few thrusts until she’s sobbing against my lips.

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