Page 8 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

He was taking too long.

I heard his purr of approval as I arched my back further, adjusting my hips. I loved his purr. It eased my impatience as butterflies swam through the heat swamp in my tummy, making me giddy. I smiled as his thumb pressed into me, working me while he gripped his cock. His dark eyes were a storm of lust as I shifted back against his thumb, desperate for more.

I whined again, demanding him now. My desperation flipped a switch. He fisted my hair crushing me against the bed, and?—

“Mmm…”

I moaned contentedly once more as he stretched me out, grip bruising as he dragged my body over his length.

I fell again into the blissful throes of heat.

DUSK

I woke up in a soft cocoon of deadly nightshade.

A purr rumbled to life before I could catch it, relief searing my system like a hot iron.

Umbra was alive. I could feel him in the bond. Happy.Reallyfucking happy, which not only meant Shatter had got to him, it meant she hadn’t left.

AndIwas alive.

And…shit.Ransom was there. Awake in the bond.

A huge ball of…Woah!

I sat up, rubbing my eyes and tumbling from a nest of blankets and cushions and right onto the kitchen floor.

That felt like a rut.

Ransom had never rutted while feral.

What was he rutting, though?

Still, he was here. Present. So I didn’t care if a few pillows made noble sacrifices.

I was on my feet in a moment, scrambling to the stairs and taking them by twos. I reached his door, then froze. Instead of bursting in, I opened it just a crack. Then nearly choked on nightshade heat hormones.

How in thefuck…?

She’d gone into heatyesterday. Those pills were legit.

Shecouldn’tbe in it again.

But my nose didn’t deceive me, nor did the instant bulge in my pants as I squinted to see what was going on within.

I could tell it was afternoon by the way the light was filtering through Ransom’s windows, which meant I’d been out a long time.

I rubbed my eyes to focus on what was before me.

Sure enough, Shatter was in there with him.Completelyunharmed as she knelt at his bedside.

Dear lord, she was cute. She was wearing one of his tops, and no bottoms. Lace beneath? Or nothing? I wanted to go in and find out, but I controlled myself, needing to watch a little longer.

“We’ve gotta get them on you,” she was saying. I frowned, then realised she was trying to tug sweatpants over his foot. “See if covering your dick up will help.”

I had to press my hand to my mouth to stifle my snort.

“You can’t just keepfuckingme,” she told him seriously. “I gotta get us food or we’re going to faint.”

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