Page 124 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
I glance towards the cabin, to where our omega is tucked up, safe and sound. The most valuable thing in the world.
I don’t care about the money.
I’d sell my only pair of shoes and my last meal, if it meant I got to keep this girl. If it meant I got to make her ours.
Fuck, I think I’d do about anything for her.
“Then we won’t sell it,” I say.
Axel sucks in a breath, and Angel shuffles on his seat.
“And … and lose all that money?” Silver says.
I go to answer him but Axel beats me to it. I hold my breath, hoping against hope, he doesn’t screw this all up for us.
“The money doesn’t matter to us. Bea is the only thing that does.”
I suppress the need to let out a second-long sigh of relief.
But there’s still Angel. I look at him and he nods.
“Only thing that matters is this pack and I’m hoping that will include Bea soon. The land is all hers and she can do with it whatever she likes.”
* * *
A little later,the wind changes direction and Angel decides it is safer if we head for shore.
“How about the omega?” I ask, eyes once again darting to the cabin door.
“Go check up on her,” Axel says, squeezing my shoulder, “and take Nate with you. His calmness is creeping the hell out of me.”
“Me too,” I say as I motion to our packmate.
As the others work to turn the boat around, Nate and I tiptoe down into the cabin, being as quiet as it’s possible for two men over six feet tall to be.
As I open the bedroom door, the smell hits me first. Sex. It smells of sex. Of her scent and Silver’s. Of slick and come.
“Connor?” she says, in the fading afternoon’s light, the cabin windows high above her head. “Nate?”
“Hey sweetheart, just coming to check how you’re doing.”
She’s tangled in a sheet, her white summer dress discarded on the floor and her long caramel hair a tangle about her head.
“I was dozing,” she murmurs, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back, the sheet falling away so I’m rewarded with a flash of her beautiful tits.
Nate groans low beside me. I hold out my hand, signaling for him to wait.
“How are you feeling? Are you sore at all?”
She crooks her finger, beckoning us into the bed. Nate dives straight in, head fucking first, the omega squealing as she’s sent bouncing on the mattress. I toe off my shoes and climb in with them.
“It was good,” she says, as Nate showers her with kisses. “So good I want to do it again.”
Nate freezes mid-kiss, then draws his head up slowly giving our girl a dark possessive look.
I close my eyes and count to ten slowly in my head, begging Nate to do the same through our bond. I have to keep reminding myself that she’s a freshly presented omega. This is all new to her and her body is adapting, adapting to taking an alpha’s knot. “You’re not too sore?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she crawls towards me, my heart pounding as she draws nearer, pushing me down onto my back and straddling my groin. The sheet’s fallen away completely now and I can’t help but let my eyes swim all over her naked body. Honey colored, smooth, curved lines fucking everywhere.
