Page 59 of No Escape

I get her dripping pussy lined up in front of my still-hard length and tuck her feet behind my ass.

This is so fucking dangerous.

The little omega has no fear.

She huffs, wiggling her hips and peeking at me over her shoulder. “Are we waiting for something? Because I’d really like it if you’d shove your knot inside me now.”

Omen snorts, and his amusement filters through the bond. That fucker should be out here supervising and ensuring I don’t lose my shit and bite her.

My hands tease up the outside of her calves, over her thighs, and land on her ass. Pulling the tops of her cheeks toward her hips spreads her cunt wide open. Watching my cum spill from her pussy does me in.

I thrust deep, still not able to think about anything but breeding her full of my baby.

Saylor wails, and after a few seconds, she moves to praising my every effort. Her inner walls cling to my shaft, and I manage to buck deeper with every feral rut.

My head whips up at movement in the next cell. It’s a face I don’t recognize. Behind the blond man is another with dark hair, and they watch with rapt fascination as I fuck into Saylor like the beast I am.

Baring my teeth, I snarl, but we can never hear anything through the glass.

Saylor doesn’t even notice our audience since her eyes are shut. She’s fucking beautiful, and I regret not taking her to the loft.

She’s mine.

I don’t want them to see her like this, but it might be a good point to make. I’ll rip both of them apart without a second of hesitation if they even try to touch my omega.

ChapterEighteen

Saylor

After wrecking me against the glass wall, Valor carries me to his loft. Despite what Omen said about Valor’s bed, it’s clear he changed the sheet before lying down in his own loft.

“He was cold earlier, and we won’t need all of these.” Valor snags one of the blankets and carries it over to cover up his friend before coming back and climbing into his bed.

His powerful muscles flex as he stretches an arm around the top of my head.

I scoot over without an ounce of shame. The only thing that could make this experience better would be to have Omen wrapped around my back.

I’m still needy and achy, but I’m no longer afraid my organs are cooking from the inside out, and when I rest my head on Valor’s chest, our skin seems to be closer to the same temperature.

He plants a giant palm on my hip and starts to purr. “I like you a lot, little one, but you can’t get too attached. We’ll find some way to get you out of here without ruining your life in the process.”

My hand slides up, pinching the fuck out of his nipple. “Just stop talking. You’re hotter when you don’t speak.”

He sighs, gently moving my hand to rest over his stomach. “Omen and I aren’t good men. We live on the wrong side of the law. If I don’t go back to work after leaving this place… I’m going to owe my old bossa lotof money for my time here. He won’t just let us walk away, not with that kind of debt hanging over our heads.” Despite his words, he laces his fingers with mine.

Okay, this alpha is the king of confusing signals.

But I get what he’s saying.

I don’t think I’m built for a life of crime, and he’s saying that if we bonded, I’d be tied to them, and by proxy, to his boss.

My mind races.

I think I have something like three grand in my bank account. The specific number doesn’t matter because it wouldn’t be enough to buy their freedom,butonce I’m twenty-one, I’ll come into the first half of my inheritance.

That’s mere months away.

If I get married or do a pack commitment ceremony, I would gain access to my full trust. At least, I’m ninety-nine percent sure it would pay out immediately in that case. I just always assumed I would turn twenty-one long before bonding, mostly because of my limited romantic prospects.

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