Page 22 of Fight or Fly

As I thrust into his pliant body some time later, angling my hips to give Jax room to administer a fiendishly thorough handjob at the same time, it occurred to me that I might have seriously underestimated the depths of my packmates’ sexual depravity. That was right before Leona—straddling Kameron’s face as promised—keened out an orgasm, her huge hazel eyes going distant and hazy. The fresh flood of pheromones triggered Kam, and his thrashing and clenching triggered me. I was only distantly aware of the snarls and moans as Flynn dragged Leona off of Kameron’s face, fucking into her from behind while Jax knelt in front of her and fed her his cock.

Eventually, inevitably, Leona’s heat subsided. I let the others pamper the two omegas with baths and blankets and an endless supply of food. At one point, Kameron flopped down next to me on the sectional and handed me a plate with a sandwich on it.

“Well,” he said. “That was certainly...” He trailed off, looking more than a little dazed.

“Yeah,” I agreed, and bit into the sandwich.

Though clearly exhausted, Leona McCready wasglowing. There really wasn’t another word for it. We both watched her with something like fascination.

Kameron sighed. “So, is it too soon to start talking about what comes next?”

I shrugged. “I’d be more than happy to, except I won’t know the answer to that question until Beckett gets back from his meetings with the higher-ups. He should be here tomorrow.”

Buttomorrowcame and went with no sign of the man. So did the following day. The morning after that, there was no denying the obvious conclusion. Something had happened to our team leader, and the five of us were potentially screwed beyond belief.

EIGHT

Leona

IWAS GOING to be sorefor days, and I couldn’t even be mad about it. My heat spent with Kam and our three alphas had been blissful, right up until the horrors of the outside world intruded on our cozy nest—as had always been inevitable.

The morning after I managed to recover from my heat-high and subsequent crash, Flynn had looked at me over breakfast and said, “You know it could be like this all the time, sweet thing. All you and yourodamaneed to do is say yes.”

And I’d wanted it. Oh, how I’d wanted it. In fact, I’d wanted it badly enough that instead of saying no like a rational person, I’d met Kam’s eyes for a moment’s silent conversation before turning back to Flynn and replying, “Ask us again after we’ve made things better in the world.”

Then, as if I’d singlehandedly manifested disaster by daring to dream of a better future, Beckett failed to return. Two days passed beyond the deadline when he should have been back, and the alphas were in crisis mode. Meanwhile, Kam and I were in the maddening position of being worse than useless. Not only were we no help when it came to tracking Beckett down, but our status as fugitive omegas meant we needed protecting.

At the sound of a vehicle crunching up the winding gravel drive, Jax and Flynn were up and heading for the front door in near-unison. Alex had gone to check in with a contact—a man Beckett supposedly would have left a message with, if he’d been unavoidably detained but was otherwise okay.

The familiar white Jeep pulled up and parked. Alex slid out and slammed the driver’s door behind her, looking focused and deadly as she marched up to the house. Jax let her in.

“Well?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she bit out. “Beckett didn’t contact the guy. So the next step is to decide if we’re going to bug out and try to join some other cell in the underground, or follow Beckett’s tracks and try to figure out what happened to him.”

“We go after Beckett,” Flynn said without hesitation. “Obviously.”

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