Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(133)

"Obvious is boring," Chance said, pale eyes sparkling. Ghost's hand wrapped around him, reaching for Chance's cock before Chance slapped it away. "I like to get creative. And Ghost likes when you suck him dry, don't you, Ghost?"

Ghost and I both groaned and I scrambled across Chance, who laughed at my eagerness.

"Happy birthday to me," I whispered, nuzzling against Ghost's cock, catching a hint of me already on his length.

"She's crazy," King muttered, rolling over.

"She's our crazy," Bear sighed out.

"She's fucking amazing," Ghost groaned as I hollowed my cheeks and slurped him down.

"She's ours," Chance murmured, kissing my spine.

And you're all mine, I thought, closing my eyes and letting their love beat harder and faster in my chest than my own heartbeat.





The day we left Dead End was so hot the air wavered in front of us. We'd packed up every inch of the nest that morning, and there was sweat running down my spine as I shoved the last pillows and secretly stolen T-shirts into the backseat of the truck. The truck bed was full of boxes, my pack's belongings tucked away.

I paused, catching my breath and leaning against the backdoor, pulling my sunglasses down from my forehead.

"You ready?"

I blinked open my eyes, winced at the sweat on my eyelids, and found Eve in front of me. The Charger and Jeep were packed too, Adam's pack making their goodbyes to the Devils.

"I am," I said, a rare confidence steadying my heartbeat. "Nervous too. King hasn't told me much."

"He takes that fake name of his too seriously," Eve said, rolling her eyes, sweeping that sheet of black hair up to the top of her head. Even she was feeling the heat.

"It's his real name. Well, his real last name," I said, shrugging.

Her eyes narrowed. "What is his first name?"

Ulysses, I thought, my giggle fighting to escape. "Secret," I said, waggling my eyebrows.

She snorted. "I'll find it in five minutes flat."

A sudden impulse overtook me, a temporary insanity, and I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around my brother's feral assassin alpha. She was stiff in my arms, maybe disgusted, but she softened after a moment, patting my back in an awkward but adorable gesture.

"I like you too," she said.

The swinging door to the motel creaked and I smiled at Adam, who was holding up a phone. "I got a picture of that," he said.

Eve grunted and pulled away, but I caught the hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. "Let's get in the car. You know I hate the mushy bits."

"She loves them," Adam mouthed to me.

"See you on the road," I called as they walked to the Charger. They were traveling with us part of the way, buying me and Adam as much time together as we could before they went off to kill…whoever was next on their list, I supposed.

A large group of the Devils walked out of the building with the rest of Adam's pack, including Rider and Grim—or Graham, as he'd introduced himself to me later. As if on cue, my own pack rode around the corner of the building on their motorcycles. My breath caught at the sight of them, four ferocious figures on snarling machinery.

Bear, Chance, and Ghost had all turned in their cuts, and it was the first time I'd seen them around the others without the leather vests on that marked them as Devils. But King? King had the black leather on, darker marks over his chest and across his back, where he'd trimmed away the patches that marked him as prez and club member. It was almost shocking to see him stripped of the title, and I'd asked him this morning why he was keeping the vest at all.

He'd smirked.

"’Cause you creamed all over it, princess. No one else gets to fucking touch it."

Gross and romantic all at once.

He grinned at me now, and he wasn't stripped of anything. He was freer. We all were. No more cages.

"Good luck, wherever you're going," Grim called to me, as other Devils went to shake my bondmates' hands.

"Good luck to you here," I answered.

His eyes drifted over my head and his smile was tight. "Won't be the same without your pack. Might be time for me to move on too. We'll see."

He shrugged and slipped away before I could ask more, and I climbed into the truck, watching Chance receive an awkward handshake and manly back-pat combination from his brother. The crowd backed away as King revved his engine, the rest of my pack answering with their own mechanical roars. I turned the key in the ignition of the truck, revved the engine on neutral, and laughed at King's glare, his twitching lips.

It was time to go. The Charger bolted forward onto the road, zooming away in a cloud of dust, followed by the Jeep. We would catch up with them soon.

King and Bear pulled out in front and I followed them, Ghost and Chance at the rear, a protective procession with me ensconced comfortably in the middle, as usual. My foot was heavy on the gas, keeping up with my pack easily.

We had a long road ahead of us, and I was eager for every mile.





EPILOGUE





ONE YEAR LATER


I traced my fingers over the words of the text that had arrived in the middle of the night.

All done. They're gone, and there's no record of us.