Page 47 of No Escape

“Thanks. I was kinda losing hope there for a while.” The omega looks over her shoulder at Valor with her adorable little nose wrinkling. “Hey, why’d you stop purring?”

He shrugs. “I got distracted with watching you play.”

“Oh, I didn’t know it was something you had to focus on.” She laughs, untucking the blanket from around her hips. “I figure your lap has to be numb by now. Maybe I’ll join Omen’s team for a hand or two. If you’ll have me?”

She stands, and my head tilts.

“I’m always up for a pretty woman occupying my lap.” I shove my chair back to give her room.

She grabs the blanket from Valor’s lap and kisses his cheek while she’s bent over. “Thank you for the cuddle, good sir. Let’s see if I’m universally bad luck for either team.”

Valor smiles, but the bond says he wasn’t ready for her to leave him just yet. “Isn’t there a saying about beginner’s luck?”

“Apparently that doesn’t apply to me.” Saylor snorts, carrying the blanket over to stand right in front of me.

I pat my thighs, and she maneuvers herself to sit on my lap. “Sorry, I know I’m bonier than Valor.”

Saylor shakes out the blanket as Valor gathers the cards and begins to shuffle. “I’m heavy. If I get to be too much, just say so.” She wiggles her hips, laying her head against my chest.

My hand wraps around her middle under the blanket. “You’re lucky your arse is protected by my lap, or I’d give you a swat or two.”

The omega glances up at me, despite the awkward angle. “All right, partner. Let’s see if I uphold your luck or ruin it.”

I laugh.

Valor and I play rummy nightly.

I legitimately couldn’t care less about winning—at least, not now.

Saylor snakes her arm under the blanket, patting my hand. Our fingers end up interlaced over her stomach, and my heart beats faster for no good reason.

Sure, I like the way her luscious backside feels plastered to my cock, but I’m beginning to wonder if she sensed my emotions and specifically sought me out to help me feel better.

That would be quite the turn of events…

Wouldn’t it?

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“If you steal the blanket one more motherfucking time…” I hiss, ripping my half of the covers back from Valor. “I will stab ya without a sliver of remorse.”

“Quit your bitching.” Valor grunts. “Is it always this cold in your loft?”

“Why do you think I normally have three blankets?” I grumble, scooting closer to his side. If he would just shut up and spoon me, we could both be significantly warmer. He’s the one who gave Saylor my extra blankets, and if he thinks he’s cold on the inside of the loft, he should try being right on the edge. Not only is it a five- or six-foot drop, there’s also a breeze, which makes no bloody sense, but it almost feels like they’ve turned the air conditioner on. “Just let me cuddle with you. We can pretend like this never happened come tomorrow morning.”

“Shut up,” he whispers. “You’re going to wake Saylor.”

“She was snoring thirty seconds ago.” I scoff, trying not to be bitter.

She’snice and toasty with five blankets.

Valorvaliantlyoffered her his bed.

I bet she was pleased to be in a semi-confined area while surrounded by my alpha’s scent.

However, I’m miserable.

Valor and I aren’t built to share a queen-size bed. First of all, he’s massive, and second of all, he’s awful at fairly dividing the blanket.

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