Page 89 of One Way Out
“Sink down, princess,” he growls, low and dangerous.
My ass grinds against his pelvis, and Omen’s cum spills out as I stretch around Shaw’s cock. He slides a hand up the front of my dress, and it splays across my soft stomach. The desperate way he holds me to him, combined with feeling his desire in the bond, is a heady combination.
I bounce on my knees, taking more of him on each descent. It feels extra dirty knowing we’re trying to be sneaky.
Once his crown brushes the bottom of my pussy, he stills me by patting my stomach.
“Swivel your hips in a circle,” he growls, keeping his voice low. I frown, having no idea what he means, but he directs me with his hands. It works his tip against my G-spot, and feeling how hard he grows with each gyration of my hips spurs me on.
My head falls back against Shaw’s chest as he works his hand higher, pinching my nipple and squeezing my breasts one by one.
His other hand flattens on my pelvis, teasing down to work my swollen nub. “Naughty little omega, you’re desperate for my cum too. Aren’t you, baby girl?”
My eyes meet Omen’s as I nod, and my beta smirks, offering a sexy little wink. So many replays flood my mind of the time in the house in Germany. Having all of them together and focused on me is my favorite, but this is fun too.
Shaw growls, raking his teeth over the side of my neck as he finally uses his feet to buck up into me. It’s slow and steady, likely to keep Valor and Leo from noticing, and it gets me there embarrassingly fast.
I curl forward, biting my lip as my core locks down on Shaw’s shaft. He speeds up teasing my clit, and his palm tightens on my stomach as his cock thickens and jolts. His smoky campfire scent floods the air, and it takes everything in me to stay quiet as my body racks with uncontrollable trembles.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
Valor
The bond makes it practically impossible to hide things, at least where Saylor is concerned. She’s awful at blocking her thoughts and emotions.
It’s cute as hell.
I pick up more from her than I’ve ever noticed from Omen. Now that she’s bonded to Leo and Shaw, I get about the same level of crossover from them as I do from Omen, but it’s not chaotic. Maybe I’ve missed having a family connection because being able to sense them is soothing in a weird way.
It could get old, eventually, but I doubt it. Especially when it comes to dealing with emergencies, like when the hit squad showed up. It was a huge relief being able to sense what Shaw would do next.
I keep my eyes closed and my arms crossed over my chest as Saylor shuffles diagonally from Shaw over to Leo, but peek at them under my lashes as they whisper to one another. Unlike Shaw, she’s turned toward Leo, meaning I can’t see the faces she makes, but I can see his.
That man is done for.
The look of reverence on his face as she sinks down his length assures that. Their pleasure floods the bond, sending a jolt to my knot, but I focus on Omen.
I never believed he would let anyone close enough that he would develop feelings for them. I know he loves me, just like I’d give my life to keep him alive. That’s a brotherly connection, though. He’s my best friend, little brother, and life partner, all rolled up into one antagonistic pain in the ass.
I couldn’t imagine life without him at my side, and now that we’ve added Leo and Shaw to the mix, I imagine it won’t be long before I feel the same level of loyalty to them too.
The bond might help that along, considering I already trust them implicitly with my omega. Omen and I haven’t had many people to rely on, but knowing they went out of their way to secure Aunt Clara’s ring hit me right in the gut.
Saylor moans, drawing my attention.
Leo snags her lips and kisses the hell out of her to keep her quiet.
No one told me the rules.
Am I still supposed to be playing oblivious? Hell, I’d be surprised if Ridge and the pilots haven’t scented Saylor’s perfume by now.
Saylor sobs so loudly that Leo doesn’t have a chance of muffling the sound. Their euphoria floods the bond, and my knot throbs. Her hips move as she grinds over his lap, and it’s easy to imagine myself in Leo’s place.
Being able to see every detail would have been more fun, but I understand the need for the blanket—both to offer her some modesty and to help mimic a confined space.
That thing is going to need a run through the washing as soon as we settle in. It’s rank, but it carries all of our scents, and it helps when Saylor feels unsettled.
We’ve failed to offer her even the basic comforts an omega requires during their heat. It’s been a whirlwind of location changes and violence, but things will settle once we have a home base.
