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I run the tip of my nose up over her ear and feel as she submits under my touch.

“Good girl,” I purr.

She shifts under me, trying to get friction on Zayd. But she’s not going to have much luck. She needs more than my fingers, but we don’t have toys here. The only thing I can give her that’s not a knot is Dash. He can’t knot her, and I know she wants him just as much as Jax does.

But I want to be the one who helps her through this. Just to ease off the need for a while.

I slip my free hand down under the hem of the tee and to her panties. They’re so wet with slick. I move my finger sunder the fabric and over her silky-smooth mound. I wasn’t expecting that, and I feel my knot grow.

Fuck, claim, bite.

Oh, god. Not now. I feel my mind start to slip and have to force it back. I feel Zayd under us. His hand on my thigh. I glance down at him, and I see the worry in his eyes.

“Knight?” Harley whispers, and I shake myself out of it.

“I’m good,” I tell them both.

My fingers slip through her silky folds, and I meet her little nub with the tip of my finger. She practically bends in half with a moan, and I’ve barely touched her.

“Oh, god. Yes...more,” she begs, and I run my finger down to the heat of her core. So much slick...I can’t stop. I pull away and bring my fingers to my mouth. I suck them in and groan as my cock weeps at the taste.

“Holy shit, Harley, babe. You take like honeycomb.” I look at Zayd. I bet he wants a taste.

“Fingers...you promised me fingers, Knight. Now.”

I chuckle at the way she demands me to finger her. I move swiftly, my fingers finding her heat again, and I do everything to resist knotting her as I rub myself up against her sexy little ass. Pressing my finger inside, her heat sucks me in. Fuck, I’d read about this stuff, but never once did I expect it to feel like this. The way she’s milking my finger. I can imagine what it would feel like with my cock in there. Milking me, She whines, needing more, and I press a second finger in.

“You okay, babe?” I ask her. I feel that spot...where my knot will go, and I do everything I can to make her feel full as I rub and press the heel of my palm against her clit.

“Oh, god,” she moans, her whole body shaking. She’s so close.

I nip her ear and growl. “Come for me, Harley.”

And I watch her eyes as she gazes up at me. Those eyes, full of trust and need. She trusts me to get her there, and I will. I nip the soft skin of her throat, and she gasps. I watch her eyes roll back, and her pussy squeezes my fingers, trying to lock me. I know it’s not gonna be enough, but it will take the edge off and give her time to start to get to know us over breakfast.

I feel fear down the bond and Zayd sits up, grabbing Harley.

“We have company,” Dash says through the close door.

Fuck.

CHAPTER 18

HARLEY

The way Veronica’s eyes roam the room, I know she’s not impressed by Pack Bentley in the same way I am. I love their house; I love everything about them so far. But I know she’s judging them. Trying to find fault in them.

Veronica shakes her head as she writes notes on her clipboard. Dash sits beside me, and I can tell that he wants to comfort me, but we can’t, not in front of her. She will know there is already something brewing between us. And I don’t want her to find another reason to take me from them when I only just got here.

“Can you take me to the nest please, Harley? I need to inspect it.”

I want to roll my eyes at her. The way she’s talking doesn’t seem like the Veronica I knew back in the Omega House. I nod and stand. Knight’s hiding in the kitchen, busying himself with washing dishes. Ace stands beside me, holding his hand out for me to take.

I let out a deep breath, grateful that he’s here with me. He’s so strong, and I can see he really cares for everyone in his pack. He carries a huge weight on his shoulders with Knight. But he didn’t take him to the Alpha Center. He has been trying to help him this whole time. I feel safe with Ace beside me and grateful for his touch.

We walk down the hall, and I push open the door to my nest. I smile proudly to myself. My nest. I worked hard on it last night. I still need a tee from Zayd, but I just love the blankets and pillows they got me except that one scratchy one I threw at the door. The rest are so soft, and I love silk. Mixed in with the guys’ shirts, it’s an amazing nest.

Veronica can’t complain about that, as an omega made it. That’s got nothing to do with the guys. This is my space and how I want it.

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