Page 16 of Fight or Fly

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Kameron

“OH, KAM,” Leo murmured. I wondered if she was thinking of how gently she’d always treated me when we were intimate, and a fresh surge of guilt hit me.

“Told ya,” Flynn said under his breath.

Alex shot him a quelling look.

“You want it not to be about you at all,” she offered, her voice losing its bark.

“Yes,” I said, with utter relief at the understanding in her tone. My shoulders slumped, my chin dropping to rest on my chest. “Please, just... do it to me? Make me take it. I don’t want to have responsibility for what happens to me.”

Alex and Jax exchanged a long look, an entire wordless conversation taking place between them.

“He’s perfuming, even if it’s faint,” Jax said. “If he’s in genuine distress at any point, we’ll be able to smell it.”

Alex hesitated for only a moment. Then she gave a single nod.

I should have been irritated that they were discussing me in the third person. Instead, my anxiety faded, replaced by a shaky sense of calm because the alphas were taking control. My hands fell to lie limply in my lap, the buttons of my shirt forgotten.

“Leona.” Jax’s voice radiated alpha reassurance. “Give yourodamaa hug, and then let’s give the others some space for a bit. Can you scent him?”

“Yes,” Leo said, her hazel eyes very wide.

“Then we’ll know if anything’s upsetting him,” he said firmly. “Otherwise, he needs his alphas right now, not us.”

Leo chewed her lower lip for a moment before nodding reluctant agreement. She wavered to her feet, the next peak already coming up on her. When her arms came around me, I hugged her back tightly.

“They’re going to take care of you,” she murmured, and pressed her lips to my mating gland in a gentle kiss.

I couldn’t speak, so I buried my face in her fiery hair for a moment before letting her go. Jax extended a hand to her, and after a final long glance at me, she took it.

“So, can I play with him now, Alex?” Flynn asked, once the pair had crossed to the far side of the nest and claimed a spot.

My heart beat faster. Prickly sweat broke out across my back.

“Go ahead,” Alex said, taking a seat on the other side of the sectional and crossing one leg over the other like a queen on her throne. “Let’s see what we’ve got to work with here.”

“About damn time,” Flynn said.

Before I could draw breath, he was in front of me—his big hands grasping the material of my shirt and yanking it open. Buttons popped loose as he manhandled me around and pulled the shirt down below my elbows. My cuffs were still fastened, the fabric trapping my arms behind me by the wrists. Flynn wrapped the material around and around, tangling me further, and my body went hot all over.

Trapped.

A high-pitched noise escaped my throat and I tried to squirm away, only to end up on my back on the couch barely a heartbeat later. I jerked my shoulders, attempting to free my arms to no avail.

“Nuh-uh,” Flynn said. His hand closed loosely over my throat. “None of that now, little omega.”

Pinned.

“Let me up,” I whispered, desperate to make sure he was really in charge... that my choices really didn’t matter to him.

“No,” he said, his free hand tugging at the fastenings of my jeans. He pulled them down roughly, heedless of my half-hard and painfully oversensitive cock. His scent of musk and cardamom was nearly overpowering, twining with the other alphas’ scents and Leo’s heat perfume. From the other side of the nest, I could hear her breathy gasps as Jax did...something... to her.

My nipples hardened to aching points.

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