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“You don’t need to do this,” I say, gently. “Will it be too much touching for you?”

“How about this?” Rhett grabs me by the wrist and leads me to the bed. “There won’t be any touching from Paige. I’ll bind the Omega down, then you will be in control of how much you touch her naked skin.”

Luca pushes his hair out of his eyes. “That works. Being the one who initiates touch is easier. I don’t like being touched unexpectedly.”

This week, Luca has been drunk on kissing and holding my hand.

It appears that when he goes into rut, a feral part of him will take over.

Outside of his rut, however, he prefers to keep tight control of other types of touch, and I have no problem with that. Whatever works for him.

I trust the Cole pack because they care about Luca’s needs, as well as mine.

Angel’s eyes glitter with amusement. “You just want an excuse to use these…”

He flicks at a brass ring that is attached to the corner of the bed.

My brow furrows.

What is that?

Angel pats the bed. “Lie down, beautiful.”

I rush to the bed, throwing myself bouncing onto the mattress.

Angel laughs, unable to restrain himself from kissing me. Then to my surprise, he pulls my left wrist above my head and fixes something soft around my wrist.

When I try to pull my wrist down to curl my fingers in his hair and deepen the kiss, I discover with shock that I can’t move my wrist.

I break away from the kiss, staring up at my wrist, which is now bound in a fleece-lined leather cuff.

“I’ve caught you, beautiful.” Angel presses another quick kiss to my lips.

“Traitor.” I struggle just because it makes me even wetter to feel that I can’t escape, even though I know that I need to say a single word and I will be released. This is too much fun, however, especially when both Rhett and Luca are now standing at the side of the bed, watching me with heated looks. Having three powerful Alphas studying me like I’m something to be devoured is electrifying. “I reckoned you were the sweet one.”

“Well, there’s your mistake.” When Angel straddles me, he pushes his crotch against mine. I groan, when I feel how hard he is. He pulls my other arm up and slips on the second cuff. “Want to do her ankles?”

My pupils dilate, as Rhett grabs one ankle and drags it wide to buckle it into a cuff. Then he stalks around to the far side of the bed to fix on the other one.

Angel slides off me to lie next to me in the bed.

In the silence, my breathing sounds too loud.

I am the only one who is stripped bare. My body is exposed. I can’t close my legs or cover myself.

How wet I am at this treatment and being in bondage is obvious to everyone in this room.

In one move, it has been made clear who is the Omega, and who the Alphas are in this room.

My Omega instincts rise, and my mind becomes hazy.

I am no longer thinking about the cyclone, fire, or the plane crash. I am not worrying about the foreclosure letters or Devlin’s constant phone calls.

Instead, I can only think about the pressure of the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, the air on my breasts, the wetness of my pussy, and the heavy stares of the Alphas.

I whine, struggling just to make sure I can’t break free.

I am held on this bed.