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Then I realized I was still on Llew’s face, probably suffocating him. I scrambled back until I was sitting back on his chest. He was grinning, his face shiny with my juices.

I blinked at him, wide-eyed. “That was…” My voice cracked, and he let out a deep, rumbling laugh filled with happiness.

“Yes, it was, Omega. You taste like paradise. I’d ask if you enjoyed it, but I can feel your release coating my face.”

My cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled my face to his. “I’m not. In fact, I’d like to do that again, whenever you’re ready.”

“Now?” I said with a soft voice. I was addicted. I felt real pleasure, and I wanted to chase that feeling over and over again. “Or do you need to rest?”

He purred low and flipped me onto my back. “What my Omega wants, she gets,” he growled, then moved down my body, shifting up my shirt so he could suck one nipple, then the other. When he moved further down my body and hooked my legs over his shoulders, he stared up at me, his eyes sparkling with pure delight.

I would never forget that sight, not for as long as I lived.

Thirteen

Max

Iwas rock hard. My morning wood was more like a concrete pillar at this point, especially when I woke to the sweet sound of an Omega coming. And coming. And coming again.

At the first moans, I’d been up and moving before I was fully even awake, getting all the way to Llew’s door in a panic before my brain registered they weren’t sounds of pain, but of pleasure. And a lot of it, judging by the sounds.

I stood there for a long time, well into her second orgasm, to be sure that Llew had a hold on his Alpha. On his madness. The way he was talking her through it told me that he was not only in full possession of his faculties, but he might have actually been in heaven.

“That’s it, Omega. Come for me again. Give me one more—you taste so good…” he breathed, and I bit my knuckles to hold back a moan. I needed to move away. I was an uninvited participant in this.

I headed straight to the shower, glad that Rio’s room was on the other side of the house, so he’d be oblivious to what was going on in Llew’s room. Turning the water to frigid, I jerked off to the pretty Omega, who I had no business desiring the way I did, especially after everything she’d been through. I tried not tothink about her big doe eyes or the way her lips pillowed when she frowned. I didn’t imagine her whispering my name as she came, or how she’d taste, or having her between me and the men I loved more than my own life.

My jizz created an impressionist painting on the shower tiles. “I’ll call it ‘Blue Balls,’” I muttered before rinsing it with the showerhead. I’d go make breakfast, make sure my Pack was fed. Because she was Pack now. The bond between me, Llew, and Rio was broken, but we’d chosen each other long ago, and I wouldn’t abandon them now.

I made quick work of cooking Rio’s favorite breakfast—because I was fairly sure Llew was already eating his favorite breakfast, if what I’d heard was correct—dicing up the vegetables I’d need for a shakshuka. I didn’t make it too spicy, because I didn’t know what Paloma’s heat tolerance was, but found myself excited to introduce her to the world, including its food.

I put some rolls in the oven too, then pulled out my phone to check my emails. I’d put out some feelers for the cult that had sold Paloma while Rio had been driving August home last night, both through official channels and… less official channels. I’d put in as much information as I could without outing that we had her, in case someone wanted their “merchandise” back. It might’ve stopped with Anthony Smalls, the guy who’d been selling rescue animals for baiting and testing, but you could never know how deep it ran, and I wouldn’t put Paloma in harm’s way.

There was a message from a hacker named simply J3wel, and I raised an eyebrow in surprise. She was part of a larger group that was all about global social justice, but she normally stayed out of the small stuff. A small-time cult wasn’t usually her thing.

On it.

That two-word response made me smile, because she was good. Well, I assumed she was a she, but you never knew on thedark web. It was the great equalizer. But if J3wel was on it, then I’d have answers. She was a much better hacker than I could ever be.

Nothing had turned up from my official databases, but that didn’t surprise me. They weren’t a terrorist cell, so they wouldn’t come up there unless they were considered extremists. From what I could tell from Paloma’s descriptions, they were just regular Alpha dirtbags. They might still be in an FBI database somewhere—at least, I hoped so. I’d called in a few favors, so hopefully someone could come up with something soon.

“Want a little rub and tickle, good boy?” Rufio crooned from the other room, and I went to let him out of his cage. He’d been locked away for a day, and that usually made him kinda mean. I’d let him out and put him back when Paloma woke.

“You’re a bit of a pervert, Rufio—you know that?”

“RUFIOOOOO,” he screamed and flew around the room, stretching out his wings. Doodles lay on his bed in the corner, his three legs in the air, and I walked over to poke at him. He kind of looked dead, but he looked that way even as he walked around.

I nudged him, and nothing happened. I nudged him again, and his body was completely lax.Oh fuck.I poked him harder, and his body just rolled with the movement. “Hey there, bud. Wake up now. Doodles!” I picked up his floppy body, and it just hung there.

Oh crap, he was dead already. More than one Omega was going to murder me if this ancient, decrepit dog was deceased. Otillie-James would be devastated, and Paloma… Paloma was using this dog as a security blanket, and he was dead.

I looked down at him. Where the fuck did I find a replacement zombie dog before breakfast? Laying him gently back down, I stepped away, and the fucking thing yawned and blinked slowly.

Relief washed over me. “You little asshole, I thought you were dead. Jesus,” I breathed, scratching him behind the ears.

“Fucking cocksucker,” Rufio added, and I had to agree.

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