Page 243 of Bliss & Her Idols

“A safe one without Mena, Una, or the twins.” My lips twist with satisfaction.

Because those jerks are still in the Alpha Center. They were sentenced to the center permanently on a long list of charges.

Torin was worried about the impact on Una’s bonded pack, until Sarah and Ryan revealed how much of tyrant Una was behind closed doors.

She terrorized her bonded pack.

We freed them, as much as we did the Idols.

Now, they live happily in their North Wing of the manor with their energetic kids. They insist on still helping to run the estate, but Torin ensures that they don’t overwork themselves like they did under Una.

I run my fingers over Jin’s shoulder again, and he looks close to wagging his tail.

I’ve learned most of the tricks to making my white haired pup immediately both melt and become hard in his leather pants.

“What did the physio say in your session yesterday?” I ask. “Is it good news? Have you fully recovered from your shoulder surgery? You’ve worked hard. You’ve been such a good Beta.”

Jin’s cheeks flush on thegood Beta.

See, every trick.

Pleasure slams through the bond.

Jin hooks his arm around me, pulling me into a satisfyingly hard kiss.

“I promised you that I would, my Queen,” Jin murmurs. “I’m pain free for the first time in years. But I’m so fucking lucky that I have an Alpha who allowed me time off my schedule like that. I didn’t work hard. I was lazing around in bed for weeks.”

I roll my eyes.

I still have to work on Jin’s ability to understand his right to be ill or injured and then take the time to heal from it.

“I think recovering on doctor’s orders isn’t being lazy,” I protest.

“But I’m all good now, yeah?” Jin’s gaze becomes half-hooded. “It means that I can give you the perfect gift for Christmas: all of me.”

I laugh. “Typical star.”

But I know what he’s offering.

For months, we’ve had to be careful in bed, while he’s healed. Finally, the physiotherapist has given him the okay.

“Good to hear. Let’s unwrap our first Christmas gift then.” Torin’s ice cold voice slices through our happy bubble. “Time to ravish our rock star.”

Jin and I look up, startled.

Torin has stopped kissing Cricket and now has the Omega sitting on his lap with his shirt fully unbuttoned. My cheeks heat at the way that Torin’s hand is casually slipped under the waistband of Cricket’s opened trousers, as he slowly jerks him off.

Cricket attempts to stay still, held in place on Torin’s lap.

Torin acts like he’s not even touching Cricket, while he studies Jin and me.

It’s fucking hot to be watched by both Alpha and Omega.

Torin’s sparkling gaze meets mine, before he pats his knee.

Challenge accepted.

I give Jin one final reassuring kiss, before I launch myself toward the bed, scrambling over the covers to Torin.

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