Page 102 of Your Wild Omega

Zack has perfect timing too; Rickon won’t even remember he has parents after this gorgeous stunt. Our feral alpha really is full of surprises.

I smother a giggle as I clean myself up; then Iset an alarm. Zack’s not one to let go easily, so I doubt either of them will be in shape to go anywhere tomorrow. I’ll need to get myself to work.

Excitement clashes with exhaustion as I curl up under the sheets. With the door open, I can still faintly hear the moans of my love-struck alphas downstairs, and it lulls me to sleep with a smile on my lips.

I swear I’ve only just closed my eyes when the alarm blares rudely, startling me awake. I fumble around one-handed on the bedside table to snooze it, but then the events of the night rush in. With a jolt, I sit upright. Rickon sprawls on the bed next to me, drooling into his pillow. Halfway down the bed, Zack clutches his waist. He’s fast asleep too, but his mouth still presses to the bite mark. As I watch, his tongue slides out, sweeping over the red punctures.

Adorable.

I check the time and roll out of bed, smothering a groan. I’m gonna need a bunch of coffee to survive today. As I shower, I consider whether or not to wake Zack. I don’t want to, in case he won’t let me go, but when I think about his potential flip-out if he wakes and finds me gone, I know I can’t do that to him.

Once I’m dressed, I gently shake his shoulder. “Zack?”

He growls and tightens his grip on Rickon, possessive even in his sleep. Chuckling, I shake him harder. “Zack!”

His eyes blink open.

“Hi, tiger. Congratulations on bonding your alpha.”

He smiles slowly as my meaning filters through his sleepy mind. He seals his mouth to Rickon’s hip and sucks while clinging to his hips.

I swallow down a groan, wanting to climb back into bed with them. But I have places to be. “Honey, I have to go to work. You stay here with Rickon.”

His eyes widen and he moves, but I shove his shoulder back into place.

“No, Zack. Stay.” I point to Rickon. “You have to tend a bond bite carefully in the first few days.”

He frowns down at the red-raw wound.

“Remember how you licked mine for days? You need to do that for Rickon, too.”

I draw back, but his hand snakes out to capture my wrist. “Stay,” he demands.

“I can’t. I gotta go and do my acting. You know, with the horses and cameras?” I mime how the film team hold the video gear.

“Act,” he muses, looking from me to Rickon and back again. Even if I didn’t have a direct line to his emotions, the torment on his face is clear.

“Please stay here,” I tell him, massaging his big hand. “I’ll be safe, and I’ll come back later. Promise.”

Zack releases me, his unease prickling through my chest.

I dig through Rickon’s discarded clothing and find his phone. “How about this? I’ll call at least every hour until I can come home. Then you’ll know I’m fine.”

Or, even better than calling, I can chat while I go to work. I dial Rickon’s number and answer it straight away before the ringtone can kick in. I put it on the speakerphone so Zack can hear my voice without touching it, and then I walk out.

“See? It’s fine, you can still hear me.”

Zack’s grunt carries down the line and I grin. The nest-turned-spare-bedroom door cracks open and Agent Pierce pokes his head through.

“Good morning, Agent Pierce,” I offer cheerily.

“Good morning, Ms Jones.” He flushes and drops his gaze. He probably had wet dreams of me, or my alphas, all night. “How are the guys this morning?”

“Rickon and Zack are fine but they’ll stay home today. I suggest keeping out of their way because Zack will be real sensitive for a while.”

“And you?” he asks, rubbing sleep crust from his eyes.

“I’m off to work.” I wave away the question forming in his mouth. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Your responsibility is only for Zack, after all.” And it’s not like I’ve never wandered the city alone. “Gotta run or I’ll be late.”

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