Tenor's hips stutter, and she feels his seed filling her as well. She cannot fight the heavy wave of peace that takes her then, doesn't want to. All she needs is here, and she will be safe now that they are here. She never has to worry about anything ever again.
She feels hands moving her as she sleeps, but the rumbling purrs and familiarity of their bodies sends her even deeper into her slumber. Wherever they were going to take her, whatever they were going to do with her, she knew she was safe. For the first time in weeks, she sleeps deeply.
Chapter Eighteen
Julius
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Having Eden back in their arms was a dream he did not think they would ever have again. The fact that Eden's bravery and determination was the reason they were released in the first place brought out a surge of some foreign emotion that he couldn't even name, so powerful it threatened to overpower him.
He suddenly wishes he could bite her again, to claim her again and again every day for the rest of their lives.
Seeing the place where she lived, smelling the scent of strange alphas around her, the broken locks on the door that spoke to repeated times when she had narrowly escaped danger, the shattered-out windows in neighbouring buildings... he didn't know how Eden had survived so long without them.
How she had come to them untouched. Not that he gave a shit if she had fucked a thousand men, women, alphas, betas, hell... omegas? Was that even possible? Whatever, the point was he didn't give a fuck about Eden's past.
He only cared that she had somehow narrowly avoided so much brutality until fate delivered her to them. And he only cared thatshe wasneverput in danger again. He'd walk into the line of fire for her a million times before he put her at risk.
They checked into an upscale hotel close to the airport and Luke began doing his hacker shit on the computer to make sure their new IDs couldn't be tracked to their old ones, using cash in the meantime until they could make sure any transfers out of their old accounts couldn't be tracked. He'd always been their tech guy and not much had changed while they'd been doing their time.
The fact that Eden had ignored their orders to use their money and find Tenor or Luke's families to keep her safe and instead had moved right back into the same old apartment where she had been fucking abducted by human traffickers still had his blood boiling.
But he couldn't blame her either. She was just a fucking civilian who got caught up in this by chance. She didn't know what she was doing, and an omega needed the comfort and security of familiarity. He couldn't hold that against her.
She was still sleeping, her face smooth and her body lax where she was tucked against his front. His cock was still hard against her ass, but he ignored it. It was clear their mate needed sleep. She needed to eat and relax and be patted and scratched behind the ears and all that shit omegas liked. She didn't need to wake up with them trying to stuff their dicks inside her tight little holes again.
As if she can sense his thoughts, the sweet scent of her slick trickles into the air, tangy and sweet and succulent enough to make his mouth water with the need to sink his teeth into her.
He cannot help the way his hips flex against her, needing friction against his aching cock. He's only human, after all.
She lets out a breathy little sound of female contentment that goes straight to his balls. Her soft little hand reaches behind her, feeling for him, as if even in her sleep she needs to make sure he'sstill there.
"I'm right here, baby girl," he tells her in a low voice. "This isn't a dream."
Her eyes fly open, her scent deepening with her desire as she wiggles in his arms, turning towards him. Tenor throws him a death glare from where she had been resting on his chest.
"Hi, beautiful," he murmurs to her, ignoring his butthurt pack brother. He cannot help stroking a hand down her face, feeling her creamy skin beneath his fingertips.
"Hi," she whispers in response, her voice still sounding half asleep. "This wasn't a dream."
"Nope," he smirks, popping the p.
Her desire ramps up another notch at that, like his cockiness just turns her on even more, rather than annoying her. "You smell like you need my cock, baby."
"Please," she whimpers. Maybe in another life he'd have forced her to beg for it, but his baby didn't have to beg for anything. He'd give her the goddamn world.
He makes quick work of the sweatpants and sweater they'd dressed her in after she passed the fuck out, lining himself up with her entrance. He can smell their seed still inside her and that only makes it all the better.
"Look at me," he says, needing her eyes locked on his when he did this. Her baby blues fly up to his and he holds her gaze as he eases the head of his cock inside of her.
Fuuuck, she was so wet and warm and tight around him and the little squeak that escapes her only makes it even better.
He doesn't blink, his eyes boring into her as he thrusts into her again. She gasps as her body adjusts to him. Then another thrust and he is seated all the way to his knot.
"Good girl," he cannot help the praise that pours out of his mouth. "Look at you, taking my whole cock. Just think baby, the first time you couldn't even take my knot."
Whether it's the worship or the thought of taking his knot, he doesn't know, but she drenches him, her little sheath rippling around him with pleasure.
