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And when he shoved two fingers into the alpha’s mouth, Adar took him eagerly, sucking on them as if they were a lollipop. So. Fucking. Hot.

Delton barely recognized himself anymore as he sped up, doling out punishing plows into Adar’s scorching hot channel, the suction on his fingers shooting straight to his cock and making it impossibly hard. He wouldn’t last a minute longer if he continued like this.

Then Adar’s body shuddered under him, shaking and shivering as the man spurted his load all over the floor. Oh fuck, he’d come hands-free. From Delton fucking him.

That flipped the switch for Delton, and with a roar, he sped up and slammed into Adar, battering him until Delton’s body froze. He threw his head back and cried out as he came, filling the alpha with his load. His balls clenched, squeezing every last drop out of him until he could breathe again. It took everything he had not to collapse on top of Adar, but he had a much more important job.

He pulled out, not even bothering to wipe himself or Adar, then, with a quick few moves, untied Adar. The alpha could barely walk, but Delton managed to lead him to the blanket-covered couch, where they sank down. Adar hid in Delton’s arms, burying his face against Delton’s shoulder. It was dirty and messy, both of them wet with sweat and spit and semen, yet it was perfect.

Delton held him close, listening to Adar’s heartbeat as it slowed, syncing with Delton’s own as the sweat evaporated from their bodies. In a little bit, he’d force Adar to drink a bottle of water and then eat something—he’d come prepared—but for now, this was heaven.

It had been perfect.

ChapterTen

Sivney thought he’d mentally prepared himself for the arrival of the new omegas. After all, Erwan had shared every detail he could remember about the Dragon Council, the stories he’d heard about each clan, and how horribly the omegas had been abused. And of course, Sivney had seen the Murphy omegas when they’d shown up under Fallon’s leadership, half starved to death, bruised, and beaten.

He’d expected more of the same. But the reality was a thousand times worse than he’d imagined.

Blair had sounded the alarm early that morning when a group of dragons suddenly appeared. Before his reinforcements had even arrived, more groups had followed until the meadow was filled with dragons, though all in human form. As many as thirty-five, Erwan had said, but a quick count showed not even thirty.

Sivney had come running, screeching to a full stop when he saw them. His mouth dropped open before he caught himself. Gods, what had these men survived? Some were emaciated, some sported visible bruises, and three had an arm in a cast or a sling. Their faces were hollow, their hair thin and dull, and they looked like one good storm would knock them over.

But their eyes… Those hit him the hardest. Few of them seemed even alive, their eyes devoid of any sparkle. They’d lost hope a long time ago, and even though they’d come here, they didn’t show any signs they were expecting an improvement in their circumstances.

“Fergal!” Erwan, who’d been on Sivney’s heels, ran toward a guy with raven-black hair tied in a messy bun and hugged him tightly. “It’s so good to see you.”

He then hugged the man next to Fergal, an imposing silver fox. “It’s good to see you, King Erwan,” the guy said.

“You too, Gregor, but please, just Erwan is fine.”

Sivney stepped forward, extending his hand to Fergal, who he knew from Erwan’s stories. “Sivney Howell, second-in-command of the Hightower pack. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you, King Fergal.”

Fergal’s handshake was firm. “Likewise, and please, Fergal will do. This is my… This is Gregor, the Commander of the Fitzgeralds.”

Sivney shook his hand, then jumped to the most pressing question. “How many omegas did you bring?”

“Twenty-nine. Thirteen from the O’Connor clan, twelve from mine, and four from the Murphys.” Fergal looked around. “No offense, but where’s Rhene?”

A silence descended. They didn’t know then. Sivney looked at Erwan, whose face had tightened. “We don’t know. He hasn’t come home.”

Fergal’s eyes widened. “He didn’t make it back from the Council?”

Erwan shook his head. “We felt the connection with him sever. His last location was in Jokkmokk.”

“You haven’t heard from any of the other clans about this? No ransom demand?” Gregor asked.

“No. He’s simply…vanished. He’s alive because I can feel that connection with him, but nothing else.”

Fergal put his hand on Erwan’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

Sivney cleared his throat. “I don’t want to be rude, but…”

Erwan nodded. “We need to get these omegas taken care of. I know.” He turned to Gregor. “I’ll catch up with you as soon as we have them settled.”

“You can talk to him now,” Sivney said. “We have it covered here if Fergal is willing to help me.”

He knew it was ballsy, putting a king to work, but they needed everyone to pitch in. Besides, just because the guy was born with a title didn’t mean he was exempt from work, right? He had two hands he could use, like everyone else.

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