Page 155 of Claim & Don't Tell

“Don’t yuck my intellectual yum.”

“Fine, fine. I guess it couldn’t hurt to put some feelers out. Do you think they’ll mind?”

My phone buzzes on the coffee table. “Are you kidding me? They’d be happy to help.” I grab the vibrating device and open the group message.

Austin

Thought you might be hungry, so I made Brady order you food since I’m busy.

Dylan

Aw, is he going to become the food bitch now, too?

Brady

Fuck both of you. Quinn, the Thai food will be there soon.

Grinning at the phone, I quickly tap out a message before glancing up at Daria. She’s watching me, eyes filled with envy, but not the malicious kind. “Uh, they ordered us Thai food.”

“Where’d you getthat?” She gestures at my phone, referencing my pack. “Is that on Amazon?”

“We’ll find your pack, Daria, I know we will.”

She rolls her eyes. “Maybe I should give up.”

“No.” I toss my phone aside and hug her. “You’re amazing and lovely and some pack out there is waiting for those big ole titties to bounce into their life.”

She laughs at my statement, hiding the emotional sniff behind the sound. “Let’s hope they hurry up.”

Fifty-Six

DYLAN

Brady is talking to me, giving me some last-minute tips as I prepare to head out to the ring for the final fight of the Regional Fist. My body is sore from all the training and preparation and fighting, but I made it this far. I’m not going to give up.

The crowd is so loud, the sounds roar around the tiny brick-walled room, muffled slightly by the door. There are so many people stomping and cheering and roaring in anticipation. This is the biggest crowd I’ve ever fought in front of. There are a lot of cameras too.

Fuck, I miss just fighting in the ring without having to worry about so much pressure. My heart pounds in my chest, and for a minute, all I can hear is the blood rushing through my ears. Brady’s voice fades, and I can hardly feel his hand resting on my shoulder. The room is musty, reeking of old sweat and boxing gloves, but then the door opens, and a flood of my favorite perfume slams into me.

My head whips up. Austin ushers Quinn inside. She’s dressed in a simple pair of dark jeans that hug her ass and a crimson top, but to me, she looks like a goddess. She glances around theroom, taking it all in.Come on, little omega, look at me.Her eyes stop on Brady, and she grins at him, then her gaze settles on me.

Muscles vibrating, begging to hold her, I stay where I’m at, simply watching her watch me. Her eyes narrow slightly, and then they roam over my face and body, studying my posture. A scowl grabs hold of her.

“What’s wrong?” she demands.

“Come here.”

Brady squeezes my shoulder and goes to stand next to Austin. The two of them whisper about something, but I block them out as Quinn’s hips swing in my direction. She stops in front of me, and I look up at her, loving how her tits are right near my face.

“You’re worried,” she murmurs.

“Maybe.”

Sighing, she drops her hand onto my shoulder and pushes me until I straighten, then climbs into my lap and wraps herself around me. My chest loosening, I wrap my arms around her. How did she know I needed this? I didn’t even know I needed this.

“Listen. This is the first time I’ve been to a fight officially as your omega,” she mumbles into my neck, brushing her lips over my skin. “You’re not allowed to lose.” Her teeth nip me.

“Ow, fuck,” I say with a laugh. “And what if I do?”

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