Page 70 of No Escape

His whitish-blond hair falls messily over his forehead and those green-gray eyes of his sparkle playfully.

There’s no way not to be captivated by his sensual energy and easy charm. The man is drop-dead gorgeous.

I’ve heard it my entire life. Omegas are meant for alphas, and that’s fine. I want his alpha, too, but I want Omen just as much.

“You look like you’re thinking extra hard about something, darling.” He smirks, bending and brushing his lips over mine.

“Valor is worried about your old boss. I tried to tell him I would pay the guy back for whatever he spent on putting the two of you in here, but I don’t think it helped.”

Omen’s hand slides down my back, and he cups my ass. “Amato has more invested in Valor than whatever he spent on the facility,” he says, keeping his voice low. “Say the two of you bonded and they released us. They don’t just let us go out the front door and trust that we’ll make it back to our benefactor. They release us directly into their custody.” He rests his forehead against mine. “I might not know Amato as well as Valor does, but I can tell you what I’m afraid would happen.”

I nod. “Please do.”

“We wouldn’t be free,” Omen says ominously. “Amato would take you, hold you prisoner, and use you as leverage to force Valor to do his bidding. If he wanted to be allowed to spend time with you between jobs, he would be forced to do whatever Amato said without question. One step out of line for either of us, and he would punish you.”

My heart hammers.

That sounds even worse than being stuck in this place.

“Okay, so…” I frown, trying to find the right words. “If he came to pick us up, couldn’t you just kill him?”

Omen chuckles darkly. “I would gladly end that useless fuck.” He grinds his cock against my thighs. “I must admit, hearing you plot murder is turning me the fuck on. Apparently I enjoy corrupting you.”

My fingers dig into the skin just above his ass. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Mmm, yes, darling. Ridiculously hot? Thank you for noticing.” He captures my lips, and even the cold water running down my spine seems to disappear as I lose myself in Omen’s kiss.

“All right, no more fucking for the two of you.” Valor’s deep, growly voice fills the air. “They just dropped off the laundry, but no food trays. You know what that means.”

Omen pecks a final kiss on my lips and nods. “They’re about to let us out of lockdown. Dammit. If we had been patient, we could have enjoyed a hot shower.”

Valor stretches into the shower, shuts off the faucet, pulls a towel from under his arm, and shakes it out. “Come on, little one. He’s been hogging you. I’ll dry you off and cuddle you until you can feel your appendages again.”

“I never get that kind of treatment,” Omen says, slapping my rear end as I step out of the shower.

Valor snorts and wraps the towel around my back. “I think he’s getting whiny in his old age.”

I laugh, letting Valor take the lead as he gets me bundled up in the towel. “He’s super freaking sexy, though. I can put up with a little complaining here or there.”

Valor guides me out into the room and freezes. “Shit, they’re doing a staggered release. Sorry, Saylor. We need to get you dressed in a hurry. When they shake things up, I always try to find Maggie to offer backup if she needs it.”

I nod, but I really want to ask where the heck he was the day the other omega and I were released. I don’t say anything, mostly because I think he’s more concerned with knowing new alphas were added to the block. There’s a bigger chance they’ll cause problems than new omegas would.

Here’s hoping the experience goes smoothly.

* * *

Valor takes off as soon as the cell door unlocks. Omen spends a while gathering our sheets while explaining they sometimes stagger the releases to prevent a huge pileup in the showers. The cells on either side of us were released at some point while Omen and I were still getting clean.

Once he’s brought in the bin of fresh laundry from in front of the door, he gathers the disgusting sheets and blankets.

“Our first stop is going to have to be the laundry storage room.” Omen holds the door open with his foot, nodding for me to head out first. “We need to grab fresh bedding. This shite is funky.”

I laugh but shrug and walk out into the hall. “It smelled fine to me, but you’re probably right.”

“The wet spot is one thing, but no one wants to sleep on crusty sheets,” Omen says, following behind me.

The door closes with a heavy thud, and he picks up his pace to walk by my side. He guides me down the corridors that all look the same, but he makes sure to give me little clues to check for every time we make a turn. That way, I’ll be able to backtrack to the room if I ever need to get there on my own.

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