Page 19 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

He was in love with her already. I could see it by the dazed look in his eyes as he watched her. I could tell from the bundle of feelings that kept surfacing in the bond.

I smiled.

My girl and my pack brother, right here.

SIX

DUSK

Shatter might have been surprised when I turned up at her nest door with tea and toast the first time, but she was still failing to understand one crucial thing: she was ours.

I would get her anything she wanted. And today was proof that my choice was the right one.

Ransom had been to clinic after clinic, to dozens of omegas, and even experienced beta Sweethearts. We’d tried every drug known to science for alpha instability. Nothing had ever healed him.

Until her.

Now, it was the next evening, and I slipped into her nest. The lights were dim, bathing the rich browns of hardwood floors and broad desk, side tables, and bedframe in a warm light. There were two slumbering figures on the bed.

I’d met with Bolin, our appointed support, today. He’d sat down to catch me up on curriculum as I’d claimed a heat breakfor the pack. There was no other way we would be allowed to stay on, Kingsman name or not.

I’d also booked in for the repairs on the apartment, which I hoped would be done before Ransom and Shatter finished balancing him. I would allow nothing to interrupt that, however, not when we were on the precipice of getting him back, so they were only allowed in for repairs during the day, when Umbra were present to make sure no one wentnearher nest.

Right now, our apartment was stranger-free, and since Umbra had stayed the night with her and Ransom, visiting her nest was all I’d dreamed about. She was no longer in full heat—Umbra had caught me up on the details—and Ransom’s rut seemed mostly over. I settled onto the bed beside Shatter, careful not to disturb either of them.

She was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, sleeping beside Ransom, hair draped over golden skin in waves and tangles, splayed around her in a crescent moon as she hugged his arm to her chest. She was protective of him, and that alone was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed. Her expression was peaceful, a stuttering purr bubbling up here and there as her chest rose and fell. She wore his oversized T-shirt, and her legs were bare. The sheets were pushed down around her as if she hadn’t cooled down entirely since her heat had passed.

I’d wanted to check on them, but now I was here, my mind was derailing.

She’d definitely burned down my rulebook—even if she had saved Ransom. I wasn’t beneath playing dirty since she’d leached heat hormones into our entire apartment for days on end, and I hadn’t been the one fucking her.

I ran my hand gently along her thigh, lust hitting my veins as she let out a low breath that sounded needy.

Out of heat, but still horny as fuck, clearly.

I caught my lip in my teeth as I dropped my touch between her thighs. Nightshade spiked the air with desire, and she shifted, adjusting to her front a little.

My thumb and pinky ran along the back of her thighs as I pressed my index finger between her legs. She wasn’t wearing underwear, and slick was glistening on her skin.

I closed my eyes to fight my groan, then curled my finger, finding her entrance too easily and pressing in.

She shifted, grinding against me, a little mewl breaking from her chest.

Damn.

My dick pressed against my jeans so hard it hurt.

Every time she broke the rules and let me punish her, I would prove to her how fucking perfect she was for us. It wouldn’t be long before she knew we were better than any other pack the universe had to offer.

I added my forefinger, dipping both into her with care, loving how she squeezed them so tightly.

She shifted again, eyes still shut, stretching one hand out before her and—fuck. Me. She balled a fist into the pillow as she lifted her hips, back arched as she presented for me.

With that, I kissed sanity good-fucking-night.

I pushed the oversized T-shirt up to her shoulders so I could see her full body on display for me while I dipped my fingers into her glistening cunt.

I froze as Ransom shifted, hand searching across the sheets until he felt her arm. Lily of the valley calmed as he drew closer. She wiggled her sweet ass, pressing back against my fingers with another needy sound.

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