Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(122)

I combed my fingers through his hair, watched those thick eyelashes flutter. "Hmm, want to be my bondmate instead? No alpha and omega."

Ghost's smile grew at last. "Makes Chance and me equal."

I nodded. "You and I need to have a bond, a relationship. But I don't ever want Chance to feel less-than."

Ghost purred and I slid my hands down to his chest to soak up the sound. "Agreed. He and I are lucky you showed up, slick."

I hummed and smiled down at Ghost, lowering my head slowly, hovering my lips above his. "That's true. I am too."

Ghost's kisses were as disarming as his smile, skilled and charming, but when I nipped at his tongue and his fingers dug into my hips, the need grew earnest, his flavor sweeter. He didn't push for more, and there was lovely simplicity in just kissing, wrapped around one another under moonlight. We stayed like that until the rumble of bikes sounded from the road, headlights streaking over the yard.

Chance was probing curiously at the bond, a careful question calling down the line. Ghost and I answered it together, tugging at our bondmate, luring him to us. He came, boots crunching over the dry yard, a secret smile in his eyes, and Ghost let me slide from his lap to sit at his side on the bench.

"You two get up to any trouble?" Chance asked.

"Nope, we waited for you," Ghost answered as I reached out my hand for Chance.

Chance's eyes lit up. "Good. Because I've got plans for you both."

Excitement raced through the bond, sizzling arousal circling the three of us.

"Inside," Chance rasped. "Now."





42. FAITH





Shivers licked up and down my spine as King's fingertips spun circles over my back. Sweat was cooling on my skin, and Ghost and Bear had already started snoring for the night. Chance's eyes blinked slow and heavy, his lips softly curved as he watched King tease me while I lay limp on top of the pile of us.

"You said it was time to sleep," I murmured, and King hummed. "Touching me like that doesn't put me to sleep."

His chest shook with silent laughter, rumbled with a smooth purr, but his hands flattened on my shoulder blades and the shivers settled. I was still learning to pick out the notes of the bond, who was who when we were all gathered together. Sex was especially potent, dizzying when they surrounded me with mouths and cocks and hands. With Ghost and Bear asleep and Chance mellow at my left, King's slow churning was easy to pick out.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

King's chest rose and fell beneath my cheek, his sighing breath rustling the crown of my head. "Next week. Next month. Next year."

I stiffened, but his hands rubbed at my shoulders, the swirling of his thoughts stilling to a steady warmth in my chest.

"I'm not worried, princess. Just planning," King whispered.

I wrinkled my nose and turned my cheek, resting my chin over his breast bone, his eyes crossing slightly as he stared down his nose at me.

"Care to clue me in on my future?" I asked.

King grinned at me, and Chance muffled his laugh in a pillow.

"Next week—running over the plan. Make sure it's gonna finish the matter, but not land any of us in hot water. Keep you safe and know not one of those men will ever get their hands on you," King said.

"They haven't, and they won't," Chance rasped, eyes falling shut. "That's what we're here for."

I smiled at my drowsy beta and King nodded, continuing, "Next month—setting up all the pieces to leave the club in the best shape I can. Figuring our route out of here, how we're gonna get your nest all packed up with us."

"I have a license. I could drive," I said.

King frowned in thought. "Noted. And the last of it is just…where do we go, and what do we do when we get there?"

"We could travel, like Adam's pack. You love to ride. You could have that without the weight of a club," I said.

King's hands lifted, stroking my hair back from my face, and I caught my breath at the sudden pounding of affection in the bond. My muscles turned to honey and my eyes watered, closing at the force of King's appreciation and gratitude for me. I whined and he chuckled, releasing me from the overwhelming sensation.

"We're gonna put roots down, princess. I can always ride. But we're gonna find a home, build you an even better nest. I've got some ideas I think you'll like. Might make it a surprise."

I nestled into King's chest, still swimming up to the surface of the depth of feeling King had revealed to me. "I trust you," I said.

King brightened with pride, hands running paths through my hair, twisting the ends around his fingers, lulling me to sleep.





"What do you think?" Bear asked, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at the four men standing at attention in front of Adam and me.

Two betas, two alphas, all of whom had been polite and ambivalent towards me.

"If we need guards, shouldn't it be our packs?" I asked Bear.

He turned toward King, scowling, who then turned toward Eve and arched an eyebrow.

"For the record, we don't think you need guards," Eve said, raising her palms. "However, if we are wrong and the Wasted or anyone else has their eye on you, they're not making a move while we're on hand to protect you."