Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(115)

"Yes, please," I said, reaching for Ghost's hand, finding it easily.

We rose from the table together to slide through the still mingling crowd, and I searched for King once more. He'd disappeared, probably to his office to work or hold a more private conversation. But I had three bondmates at my side and I took comfort in their solid support, the strength in my chest, and the affection. It was time to start embracing the future within reach, rather than the one that didn't want to be caught.





40. KING





I ran my finger around the oval mark I'd found on the inside of Faith's thigh. She hummed in her sleep, her perfume swarming my head.

Ghost had bonded her.

A week ago, he hadn't even been in the picture. Now he had a bond.

The nest was dark, the four of them tangled together and snoring when I'd arrived after finishing all my haggling and handshaking and promises. Bear was right—I would have the votes against Rider.

Do you want them?

I'd managed to worm my way back into my spot between Faith's thighs, and she'd welcomed me sleepily, stroking her hands through my hair as I rested my face on her stomach, my legs hanging out of the nest. I was exhausted, mentally and physically, but I couldn't sleep.

She had two alphas now, and Chance, who'd proven to be as good as one, if not better. She didn't need me. Omikron was falling apart. I could handle the Wasted, and she would be safe. She would have a good pack.

"King," Faith whispered, squirming under me.

I hadn't stopped touching that damn mark on her thigh, but my finger was trailing closer to her center. She was sweet and creamy and airy, and I wanted to guzzle her, treat her taste on my tongue like a good vintage of whiskey. I shifted onto my side and tugged on her opposite thigh, pulling her closer, twisting her in the bed.

"King, they're sleeping," Faith hissed, voice soft.

"Let them. You know what I need, princess," I answered, voice low and rough. And I know what you need. I just haven't decided if I can give it to you yet.

Faith whimpered but she rolled, knees braced in the bed, her pussy hovering above my face. Out of the corner of my eye, Ghost's fresh bite taunted me. I ignored the goading in my own head, reaching up and pulling Faith down with a tight grip on her ass. She moaned into her own pillow as I seated her on my mouth, tongue vicious and hungry, lapping at her without preamble.

I grinned as she ground against me, rubbing her clit against my nose. She could smother me, and I would die happy like this. I sucked at her flesh, thrust my tongue into her cunt, and pretended this was a dream that morning couldn't break.





I drummed the pen in my hand against the list Bear and I had made. Every item was crossed off. Church would take place in the morning and I was ready. I could even call for the vote early if I wanted, really thrust it into Rider's nose how easily I'd won back the club's favor.

There was a roar of laughter from the bar, and I glared at the partially opened door of my office. I was meant to be approachable, but lately I just wanted some fucking peace.

That's not all you want.

I scowled at the list, scorned the victory I'd all but won, and wondered if Faith was busy with her brother or if I could—

The door creaked and my stare only grew ruder as Eve walked in.

I wasn't too big to admit that another alpha—a stronger alpha—in my territory set my teeth on edge. The fact that this woman had tried to rip Faith out of our arms only made me dislike her more.

"I'm busy," I said.

Eve shut the door behind her. "I don't care," she said, shrugging.

I didn't bother stifling my low growl, but Eve looked undaunted. Not that I expected her to be intimidated. She'd already proved her bark was as good as her bite, and I wasn't in the mood for either.

"We only temporarily incapacitated the Wasted when we realized they didn't have Faith," Eve said.

I sat up, head clearing. "The Wasted are our problem. But I can't say it wasn't good news when we heard about you hitting their club."

Eve helped herself to the seat in front of my desk, her movements sinuous. "Adam would feel better knowing they would never pose further threat to his sister. As I'm sure Faith would, as well. I don't want to overstep. Faith told Adam about your current upset in the ranks," she continued. "I'd like to offer our help to your club. As an apology for our rude arrival. And to see the matter dealt with before we move on."

I chewed over the offer in my head. It would be good to take this to church. A further point in my favor. And I couldn't say I'd mind seeing the back of this woman and her pack, even if it did mean Faith parting with her brother again.

"I appreciate that," I said, nodding. "I'll take it to the club tomorrow."

Eve nodded once, turning and glancing toward the door, and I itched for her to leave my office. Her scent was aggressive, and it left me tense and bracing.

"I should express gratitude on Adam's behalf," she said, turning slowly back to me. "In spite of my suspicions, it's clear you did take good care of his sister."

I grunted, but before I could think of what to say, she continued, "Adam will be glad to have his sister back at his side. I hope losing some of your club members doesn't backfire for you."