What’s her name?
The impatient beta has asked the same three questions multiple times since we left the Morder. But sadly, I don’t have anything to give him.
She’s medicated and tired.
I’m sure she’ll talk in the morning.
There’s a pause before three dots appear on the screen. I know Jeremy is disappointed, but he’ll have to wait to know more.
Text me when you wake up. Stay safe!
Will do. Love you, sweet boy.
I pull a power bank out of one of the bags and plug my phone in. It beeps once, and a soft snore hits my ears. Turning, I look at our omega, happy to see she’s passed out. Her face is relaxed, her lips parted slightly with her cheek smushed against Tristan’s firm chest. Her gentle breath mixes with his rumbling snores, and warmth fills my chest.
This is all we’ve ever wanted. Our family is finally complete.
“Get some sleep.” Killian pulls on a clean pair of boxers, then he lies down next to the omega. I notice that he keeps a little distance from her, not touching her. I know he wants to, but she needs to rest.
Giving into my exhaustion, I turn off the lantern and take my place next to Killian. I stare at his back, watching him slowly breathe in and out. The thin blankets beneath us don’t offer much padding against the hard ground, but it’s not unbearable. I can’t help but be impressed that our omega can sleep on them. Her kind needs lots of padding and comfort.
They need nests.
I think that’s the thing I’m looking forward to the most—watching our new little omega create her private space.
I’ve always dreamed of helping a pretty omega scent her nest. I imagine how she’ll nuzzle my face and rub against my chest, coating her face in my pheromones, before snuggling into a thick pile of pillows and blankets. I wonder if she’ll want us to fuck her in there too.
The thought of watching Killian and Tristan command her slight body has me completely spun. I want to watch her gasp and mewl as my mates give her unimaginable pleasure. Will she beg? Scream? Tremble? My cock plumps as my imagination begins to spiral.
But then Tristan’s breath catches in his throat, ripping me from my thoughts. Frustration cuts through me as my erection loses some of its might.
It’s probably for the best. It’s not like I can jack off in here. Not with our drugged omega only a few feet from me.
Restless, I roll away from Killian and stare at the dark stone wall.
“Basil?” My pack alpha whispers my name.
I shift, looking at him over my shoulder. “Yeah?” I mimic his tone, speaking as quietly as I can.
“What’s wrong?” he asks. I shake my head, but he gives me a firm look. “I can feel the tension radiating off of you.” He knows me too well.
“It’s nothing.” I pray he goes back to sleep. The last thing I want to admit is how badly I want to fuck our beaten and bruised omega.
“Talk to me.” He grabs my shoulder forcing me to roll. The second my back touches the cave floor, Killian’s dark eyes fall to my dick. His brows raise, and a playful smile slips across his face. “Basil,” he says my name with a throaty rasp. “Are you excited to have our new omega?” His fingers wrap around my cock, making me stifle a grunt.
“Don’t.” My body tenses when he squeezes me.
“Why not?” He moves a little closer, moving his hand up and down my shaft.
“I don’t want to wake them up.” I glance past him.
Killian’s smile grows and his eyes narrow. “The roof could cave in and Tristan wouldn’t move a muscle,” he says, his tone telling me that I already know this. “And she’s not only exhausted but still sedated.” He squeezes my cock again, and I bite back a moan.
“You are horrible,” I whisper harshly as he pulls me, forcing me to lie on my side and face him.
“How quiet can you be for me, alpha?” He angles his hips so they're right in front of mine. “Grab my cock.”
My hand flies to his waistband, pushing in and grabbing his beautiful dick. It throbs in my hold, hot and long.
