Page 11 of Truth or Lie

Jax set a small case on the table next to the couch and rummaged around in it. “You can keep our cocks warm while we’re taking turns with Leona, Kam. But for now, just keep doing what you’re doing while this pervert figures out how big of a plug you can take.”

“And keep in mind that you’ll be taking that asshole’s knot before we’re done,” Flynn added. “So you’ll want to be good and loose by then.”

Kam made a choked sound as Flynn kicked his knees wider and knelt behind him, lube in hand. But my odama gamely dove into my pussy again, while Jax shed his clothing and peeled me out of my borrowed T-shirt. He sat next to me, his fingers tangling with mine in Kam’s hair. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, baring my throat to the alpha’s teasing nips. I could feel Kam’s every twitch as Flynn fingered him open with ruthless efficiency, and my pleasure crested again as I fell headlong into the alpha’s care.

SIX

Leona

BEING KNOTTED througha heat was, in many ways, indescribable. Even so, Alex’s absence from the nest stung like a splinter embedded in flesh—though I suspected that if she’d been here, it would have been miserable for her. Aside from her general angst surrounding our decision to mate, I’d also decreed that a single birth control method—namely, the injection—was plenty, thanks.

Yes, there was a small chance that it would fail, since nothing offered one hundred percent foolproof protection. However, Nikolayev had access to the good stuff when he had a bit of warning to acquire it... and as strange as it felt to contemplate, I was beginning to soften my stance regarding the possibility of pups. It wasn’t just me on my own anymore. It wasn’t even Kam and me alone against the world, with our tiny, two-person pack.

We were about to mate a pair of trustworthy, responsible alphas, and Kam had always wanted pups desperately. The way I saw it, in the course of the next eight months, we would either have changed the world into something better for alphas and omegas everywhere, or we’d be dead.

It was something of a moot point anyway, since injectable omega birth control was more than ninety-eight percent effective—as long as you didn’t end up with counterfeit drugs like Alex and Irina had. There was very little chance of me becoming pregnant during this heat. If I did, we’d deal with it. I might not have been a model carrier-figure, but Kam totally was. I wouldn’t be rearing pups alone, if it came to that.

My first peak was already approaching. The warmth of belonging and care swirled together with the heat of my growing lust, everything combining to steal away my higher brain functions. I was safe in my nest, surrounded by people who loved me. The feel of bare flesh against bare flesh, as Flynn slid his massive cock into me in a slow, rolling rhythm, was everything I wanted out of life in this moment.

Well... it wasalmosteverything I wanted out of life.

“You gonna beg for my bite when you come, Sweet Thing?” Flynn rumbled.

His big hands framed my hips, controlling my movements as he thrust into me from behind.

“Yes,” I said mindlessly, trying to rock back... to speed up his rhythm until we both lost control. “Yes, bite me! Mate me! Flynn, I want your mark on me... oh, god!”

The words tumbled out without anything resembling a brain-to-mouth filter, nearly falling over themselves in my haste to get his teeth on my mating gland. It must have been working, too, because he let out a full-throated growl and knelt up, manhandling me onto his lap with my back to his solid chest. I cried out as his heavy girth shifted inside of me, hitting a place deep inside that made me shudder against him.

Nearby, Jax lifted Kam’s head by the hair, pulling Kam’s mouth off his dick. “Come here.” He lifted Kam onto his lap on the couch. “You’ll want to see this.”

Kam looked seriously strung out already, his lips wet and swollen as his glassy gaze met mine. A whine escaped his throat as Jax wrapped a large hand over his half-hard omega cock and pressed teeth to the fading bite scar over his mating gland. His eyelids fluttered, his eyes rolling up to show the whites for a moment before he dragged his attention back to me.

My orgasm coiled tight and hot in the cradle of my pelvis. “Bite me... bite me, Flynn—please!” I begged.

“Gonna make you mine, little omega,” Flynn said against the nape of my neck. “Make both of you ours, and never, ever give you up.”

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