Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(106)

Faith and Adam were walking hand in hand, but neither one looked entirely at ease. I held my arms open as they neared, and Faith slid away from her brother and into my side without hesitation. I spared Adam enough of a glance to see him do the same with Eve, Garrett rising to join the pair.

"You good, princess?" King asked, following me out of the booth.

She nodded, and I couldn't resist the wicked thought, If you'd bond her, you'd know she was lying. Now wasn't the time to say so.

"Are we staying here?" Adam asked.

"No, you need your nest," Eve answered, and even to me, her tone was hypnotic and velvety. Vicious and cold as she seemed, there was obvious warmth in the woman when she spoke to Adam. And she was concerned for Faith, which meant I could tolerate her long enough to prove that I would take good care of my omega.

"If you're comfortable with it, we'll come back tomorrow," Jamie said to King.

"We'll come back tomorrow," Eve said to Adam, smirking slightly.

King grunted but had the sense not to argue.

Adam stared at Faith, eyes widening, and I could almost taste the bitter panic on the air. He'd been separated from his sister for months, only just found her again, and tonight was probably not quite the reunion he'd had in his head.

"We'll take good care of her in the meantime. I promise," I said.

Faith squeezed me, and then slipped away and Adam threw himself in her direction. My own chest clenched, watching their embrace, desperate and relieved and nervous as they clung to one another. Faith whispered something in her brother's ear and he sighed and sagged, nodding.

"Tomorrow," he murmured.

Chance caught Faith before I could as she and Adam separated again. The window of the bar was boarded over, the glass cleared away, just a faint residue of bitter gas still lingering in the air. King would have the wreckage of the night to deal with in the morning, more to explain and justify to Rider and his ilk. For now, we walked to the front door in two groups, Adam's pack and Faith's, if I counted King and Ghost. Which I did, even if they didn't.

"Love you, biggo," Faith said as we reached the door.

Adam released a ragged laugh, and Eve purred. "Love you, kiddo," he said, but he stood still in the door, staring back at her.

Eve reached out and stroked his jaw. "Come on, sugar."

Faith sighed as they walked out and King locked the door behind them.

"I'm sorr—" Faith started as King turned back.

"Don't." He shook his head and stared at her. "Busted windows and black eyes aside, tonight was good news, right, princess?"

She didn't answer right away, and her nod was small. She was bubbling with nerves, and I wanted to tell her about how angry King had gotten at the idea of Eve taking her away.

"I need you all in the nest with me tonight," she said, holding King's gaze.

He nodded. "You do. And I need some fuckin' sleep, so let's go."

Anxiety floated away in the bond and I smiled.

"Me too?" Ghost asked.

I'd seen Faith and Ghost together more since he'd made his fairly surprising announcement about Chance in front of the club. I couldn't tell yet how he and Faith were together without Chance, but the idea of another alpha in the pack was a relief, and I had my fingers crossed.

"You too," she said, nodding wearily, dragging Chance and I toward the stairs with our hands linked to hers.

It was too close to dawn, and I would need to help King with the work and conversations that needed to come in the morning. King was a mess, and Ghost was a little bloodied, but the club was quiet and we made it back to the nest in whole but weary pieces. I undressed Faith as the others stripped, bent my head to sniff her hair.

"We'll wash in the morning," she muttered.

I took off the shirt I was wearing and then dropped it down over her head, lifting her chin to see her answering smile.

"You in first," I said.

Faith blinked over my shoulder at the three other men waiting on her to get in the nest. It was too dark to see if she blushed, but I chuckled at the little bubble of sexual interest that popped into nothing as she let out an enormous and noisy yawn. She ducked and then slid into the nest.

"Dunno how we're all fitting," Chance muttered, but he followed her in.

I did the same, and we claimed our spots on either side of her, Faith's hip warm against my stomach. Ghost was next, blinking briefly into the dim glow of the nest, breathing deeply.

"Whoa," he whispered, eyes hooding.

"Here," Chance instructed, patting his other side.

Which only left one man. King stood in the open curtains, watching Ghost squeeze himself between the padded nest wall and Chance's back. He glared down at us like a puzzle he wasn't in the mood to solve. There was barely any room at my back, and I was going to have a hard time not laughing if King tried to spoon me.

"King," Faith murmured, and her legs spread a little bit.

He nodded once, a quick, decisive jerk of his head, and then he was climbing in, reaching for her knees and drawing them up around his hips as he draped himself on top of her. Her breasts were his pillow, legs curled around his back, and I drew one of the blankets up over us.

Faith sighed, one arm wrapping over King's back, another reaching to clasp my hand.