Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(49)

"Wore her out, huh?"

It was impossible to keep my chest from puffing with pride as I answered, "Got creative."

Bear's phone chimed, and he frowned at the screen briefly. "Hmm...King wants the details. Come curl up with our girl, and we can brief him in text," Bear said.

And without another look, he kicked off his shoes and started to undress.

Our girl.

I ducked into the nest, lifting one of Faith's legs to slide into her side, drawing her into my chest to make room for Bear…or just to be greedy.

"Smells like a satisfied omega in here," Bear said. "Did you use the vibrating knot toy?"

I blinked at that, a smile sneaking onto my face as Faith rolled to face me and buried her nose in my throat. "No, but I will next time," I said.

Bear only stripped down to his briefs, but there was enough light to tell that his knot would almost definitely be as big or bigger than my hand. Man was terrifyingly hung.

"I used my fist as a knot," I blurted out.

Bear blinked and then flipped and flopped back onto the mattress. "She fucking loved it, didn't she?"

I sat up and nodded. Faith's lips were curling up at the corners, and I had a feeling she was listening to us.

"I, uhh...fucked her ass too."

Bear's eyes widened. "At the same time?"

I nodded.

His mouth opened and closed a few times. "Well," he said finally, brow slightly furrowed but the rest of his face relaxed. "I'm a little jealous now. Think she could take both of us at once?"

I would die, I thought, but it would be worth it. I glanced down at Faith. Her lips were parted and her breathing was growing a little heavy against my throat. I grinned and stroked her hip.

"I think she'd take us both and beg us for more," I said, leaning down and kissing her ear, letting my tongue slip in briefly. She shivered but continued to pretend to sleep, so I figured she was still satisfied with my efforts.

"Greedy little omega," Bear purred fondly.

"Our girl," I whispered, kissing her ear again, nibbling on the lobe. I settled finally and reached across Faith, and Bear passed me the phone, open to King's texts.

I could tell Bear about how hot Faith had gotten watching me fight the Wasted, but I was strangely possessive of that fact. I'd share her with him in all sorts of ways if we were going to be pack, but I wanted to keep that one kernel for myself for now.

Faith's lips pursed against my throat, a secret kiss, and I smiled as I typed out a message.

One appeared from King as I was typing. Send Chance down to tell me himself.

I frowned at the summons and then remembered Bear's plan to rope King into accepting Faith. I opened the camera and turned it to face me, glancing at Bear and arching an eyebrow. Faith and I were on the screen. She was still pink-cheeked with pleasure, marked with kisses and playful bites, and her breasts were hidden against my chest and under her arm, but there was a soft curve of one on the side. Bear grinned and nodded at me. I snapped the picture and then sent it to King, adding, Can't, sorry. Here's what happened. to the start of my original text.

A response bubble popped up, blinking at us for a few minutes, but no answer came and it eventually disappeared.

I wasn't sure if that was progress or not, but I figured King could come and find me if he had a problem with it. But he never did, and the three of us fell asleep in the nest, tangling closer together until Faith was sandwiched between me and Bear, wearing a dopey smile even in sleep.

I probably wore one too.





19. FAITH





I thought the heat had started the first time Bear had knotted me. Or the night Chance had basically fisted my brains right out of my pussy and then taught me that anal was terrifying and fantastic and necessary.

I'd been wrong both times.

I'd managed to wake the next morning, shower, eat a meal, and feel halfway normal as I floated in the kiddie pool, watching a storm roll past Dead End from the west, clouds rolling across the sky for two hours without ever bringing any rain.

Chance and Bear took turns hanging out with me, but King was demanding their attention and he wouldn't come near me.

I'd heard Bear's plan and caught Chance sending the photo of us to King. They wanted him to form a pack for me. They hadn't said so to me directly yet, but they were right that King was the challenge, not me.

I would accept the surly, silent alpha. I needed a pack. And his scent made me wet.

What they failed to realize, on some level, was that I was their best weapon. They were trying to coax King's interest without alerting me to the plan.

But as my skin grew hot and tight and the sun came out from behind the threatening clouds, clarity came in the form of hindbrain instinct and a sudden rush of arousal bolting into my core like molten candy.

I stood from the pool just as Chance glared up at the sky from where he'd been throwing knives into a round target.

"Ready to head inside?" Chance asked.

I nodded and shivered as a surprisingly cool breeze circled the backyard. Slick fluid kissed my inner thighs.

"Bear is in King's office?" I guessed, stepping out of the water.

"Think so. He'll be done soon, though. We can head upstairs or get you a snack."

I walked toward the door, picking up the large towel left for me, but not wrapping myself in it. My skin was too hot, and I didn't want to bury my scent in cotton.