Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(57)

King stiffened, still holding me. I thought for a moment he might drop me to the floor and go marching out the door, washing his hands and everything else clean of me. His head jerked in one brief nod, and Bear gave him a pat on the shoulder as they passed one another in the small space.

Bear snuck a kiss to the top of my head and a squeeze of my elbow, then shot me a surreptitious wink as he skirted out the door, shutting it behind him.

I glanced nervously to King. His face was impassive, watching me, and he lifted one brow slowly.

"I guess the princess gets her wish," he said, dry or flat, I wasn't certain.

I reached up slowly, slipped my fingers into the short hairs at the back of his head, and watched his lids lower slightly, the silent vibration of a purr soaking into me.

"Thank you, King."

He sighed and walked to the opening of the nest. The curtains were parted and the sheets had been changed, although the scents were still just right. Bear had known before I did that the heat would end.

King set me on my feet and watched as I crawled into the nest, fixing a few pillows and dimming the lights. When I had settled, he pushed his pants down his hips. His cock was large and dark, the shade of curls around his base and sac deeper than those on his chest. He kicked his pants away and then knelt down at the foot of the bed, bracing his hands on either side of my knees, ignoring the space I'd left for him at my side.

"Don't feel like sleeping yet," he said, eyes on mine as he bent his head. His lips met my knee as he watched me. His tongue flicked out, circling briefly. He raised up slightly and shifted, moving to the other. "You wanna rest, you can do it with my mouth on you."

I wanted King curled around me, holding me like Bear or Chance did, kissing me until we fell asleep together. There was something beautiful and tender as he brushed his lips over my knee, up my thigh a little and then down my shin. It was gentle and reverent, but cold and removed too.

But he'd given me my choice, so I relaxed, accepting whatever King would offer.





"Let me out! Let me out!"

The heels of my hands were sore from pounding on the cage, my voice hoarse from screaming, my heart aching from knowing it was useless. I knew what happened to omegas.

"Adam!" I screamed.

Had they caught him too?

"Faith."

"She's been howling the whole way."

"Of course she has. They all do. Ready?"

I would kick and claw and bite and scream when the doors opened. I would fight every day. I would give Omikron hell. I would try to escape at every chance. Until I was free, or Adam had found me.

"Adam! Let me out! Let me out!"

"Butterfly, wake up."

I sat up with a start, sucking in a rough lungful of air, ready to scream again. But with the breath came the scent of the nest, of Bear at my side, his arm wrapped around me. Chance's arm was over my lap and he shuffled up, turning to face me in the nest.

"That's it," Bear soothed, stroking my back as my racing heart started to slow, as I caught my breath as though I'd been running from my own nightmare.

I'd dreamt of the first night. Of the girl who thought she could stand up to Omikron, survive whatever they had in store for her, be a fighter to the end.

The truth was that I'd grown weary too quickly, frightened and ashamed. I hadn't always fought.

The door of the room banged open, and I jolted as Chance scrambled for the nest’s opening. But King's scent arrived before he did, yanking back the curtains and standing broad and powerful in front of us.

"What happened?" he asked, words sharp.

"Nightmare," Chance said, and King's shoulders sagged, the sharp edges of his face softening.

He'd left quietly earlier, as Bear and Chance had returned with food. But he'd come now, all ferocious, ready to fight. I must've been screaming in my sleep, echoing the dream. I reached out for him and he was already sighing, a weary resignation as he climbed into the nest.

"Faith," Bear murmured, drawing my gaze to his, dark and warm. "Who is Adam?"

I swallowed under Bear's stare, trying to keep the secret down. Except now I wasn't sure it needed to remain a secret.

I was surrounded by these men. They'd hidden me away from the gang who'd bought me, helped me heal physically, built me a nest. Even King had helped, aside from that horrible alpha he'd called in to try and get me out of his hair. Could I blame him? I knew how much trouble I had hunting me. If I'd been more concerned about these men's safety than my own, I would've left by now.

King's rough hand reached out to my jaw, turning me to face him. He was cold and angry by default, never giving anything away in his expression but his own strength. But there was a possessive focus in his touch, and it made me feel almost as connected to him as I did to Bear, forgetting that he was, by his own admission, reluctant to be involved with me.

"You're safe," King said, and there was no refusing the weight in his voice. "If he hurt you, we'll find him."

My breath hitched, and my eyes widened. "No! Adam is…" I glanced at the others, drew my knees closer to my chest. They needed to know the truth. I'd been hiding here for weeks now, but nothing would change if I just kept myself locked up in the nest. I licked my lips and confessed.

"Adam is my brother. We were separated the night Omikron captured me. I need to find him."