Page 75 of One Way Out
I would, but that would make getting out of the tub a lot fucking harder.
Her pleasure floods the bond, and an instant later, her core locks down on my dick. It gets hard to move, but I do my best to fuck her through it.
Feeling her euphoria sends me over the edge, and my balls get so tight it’s almost painful.
My cock swells, and I slam as deep as I can get, rambling out nonsense about breeding and owning her. “You hear me, Saylor? You can’t ever run. I’ll track your ass to the ends of the Earth, then I’ll never let you out of my sight again. I’ll fucking chain you to my bed if I need to…”
The fact her happiness fills the bond even more than the waning echoes of her orgasm speaks to how fucked up alpha and omega dynamics are. It’s still the truth. It soothes her system to know how much she’s wanted, and to have reassurance that I’ll do anything necessary to keep her by my side, so I’ll always be able to protect her.
I might pretend to be better than I am, but at the end of the day, I’m an alpha predator. If she ran, I would chase.
* * *
I give us both a cursory dry off, but it’s difficult since Saylor won’t let me put her down to do it. She clings to my neck with her dripping pussy resting against my stomach as I squeeze the excess water out of her hair and run the same towel over both of us.
The bath was probably useless, but at least we tried.
Heats are messy, and her waves are more erratic than what I’ve always been told to expect. The suppressants fucked up her system to the point she’s not acting like an omega normally would in heat. She has long periods of lucidity, followed by blackout waves of being lost to the fog, but she’s a lot more coherent than I was led to believe would be the case. Hopefully after this one, things will regulate with her second heat cycle off the meds.
If nothing else, I’m just grateful the vomiting seems to have passed.
Every time I think of what the facility did to her, it fills me with rage reminiscent of being fully rabid. We’re in no position to get that place shut down, but hopefully McCabe’s bosses change their stance on it not being a threat to society.
That, or someone with more power than we have sets their sights on putting an end to it.
Saylor coos against my chest, and my hand tightens on her lower back. We head across the hall into the room we’ve been using as a nest.
Leo and Omen are across the room, trying to hang a blanket over the window. The small bedside lamp offers minimal lighting, but that will be perfect for when Saylor goes through another wave.
Shaw lies stretched out on the bed, and it looks like they’ve changed the sheets, comforter, and put on the waterproof pad Ridge and I bought. I’m kinda surprised we even got lucky enough to find that.
This area is nothing like London.
Shaw’s head tilts as he spots us, and he nods to the gift bags on the floor. Before I left with Ridge, he and Leo shoved a credit card at me. I wouldn’t have felt guilty in the least about using the money we plucked off Amato and the other men I used to work with, but they were pounds and we’re in Germany. Finding somewhere to do a money conversion would have been a pain in the ass all the way out here.
Striding to the edge of the bed, I wait for Shaw to pull the comforter back and place Saylor on the edge. He scoots toward the middle, and the little omega follows.
Once there’s enough space, I lie down behind her as she faces Shaw.
“We got a few courting gifts for you,” he says softly. “But they can wait if you’re not in the mood right now.”
Leo and Omen talk in low voices, discussing the best way to keep the blanket up to block the light without damaging the house.
Saylor nods and stretches back, grabbing my hand. She pulls my arm around her, and my fingers come to rest on her stomach.
“Thank you. That sounds great. Can we do that later?” She yawns, wiggling until she finds a spot that’s comfortable. “I’m beat all of a sudden. The food and bath made me sleepy.”
Shaw chuckles, leaning over to kiss her forehead. “The fucking probably helped too. A solid orgasm has been known to make me tired.”
“Yeah, that too,” she agrees. “When you guys are done with the window, you should come snuggle with us.”
Omen laughs. “Of course, darling. Having Valor as my little spoon is another of my bucket-list items. Germany has been good to me, I’m marking off shit left and right.”
I raise a hand, flipping off my partner, but focus on Saylor’s sweet scent. I’m done for too. I haven’t slept since we left the facility, and cuddling with my omega as I take a quick nap sounds like a fine way to pass the afternoon.
* * *
I blink awake, and Shaw’s eyes meet mine over Saylor’s shoulder. The next rational thought is concern, both for how hot her skin is and how terrified he looks.
