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How am I supposed to let him go off to die?
How is any of this OK?
I sob into his chest, and Drago rocks me back and forth. Eventually, a second set of hands starts rubbing my back.
“We’ll figure this out,” Rook offers from behind me. When he left the corner and got on the bed, I’m not sure. And even though I don’t believe him, and I don’t think there’s a way around losing my Alpha Killer, I’m grateful for his words.
“There is nothing to figure out,” Drago says over me. “The scourge requires a sacrifice, and I am that.”
None of my Omega Affirmations are helping me outta this one.
I can’t stay out of these feelings, and I’m definitely going to cry until my face turns into a puffy pillow.
I don’t know how long I sat there, blubbering into Drago’s chest, but after a while, my mates shifted me into a lying position and covered me with every blanket on the bed as well as their bodies.
They made me a nest.
I hate this.
I hate that magic is stealing my mate from me yet again.
A fresh wave of tears stings behind my eyes, and when I finally give into them and set them and all my squishy omega emotions free, I end up crying myself to sleep.
A blessing, really.
The next morning I wake sore between my legs with sticky thighs and far too hot for comfort.
Too many blankets and no clean up after sexy times will do that.
Rook is sprawled across the bed, arm flung over my waist while Drago paces in the corner, naked with his eyes glued to his phone.
I let out a sigh as the memory of yesterday’s news descends on me.
It draws Drago’s gaze, and he immediately puts his phone down and comes to the bed, hand outstretched for me.
Carefully and without waking him, I remove Rook’s arm from across me, take Drago’s enormous hand, and follow him to the bathroom.
He turns on the shower, and with a hand on the small of my back, guides me in, stepping in right behind me.
The shower isn’t huge, not like the bathroom in Laurel Cove, but it’s big enough for me and Drago, and right now, that’s all that matters to me.
He aims the hot spray at me, then kneels in front of me. With a warm washcloth, he gently cleans off the dried slick and cum from my thighs.
“Are you sore?” His quiet voice and sincerity pings a bittersweet note within me.
“A little.”
He picks up one of my legs and hooks my thigh over his shoulder. “Then please allow me to mend what I’ve broken.” His voice is husky with desire, and I have to swallow hard against the lump in my throat.
Our time is short and I’ll never say no to him. I give him a small nod, and Drago buries his face in my sex.
He groans as he tastes me. “You’re so sweet, Omega.”
I grip the soap holder as Drago finds my clit and circles it with deft precision.
I’m rocking on one leg, trying to get as much pleasure from him as I can, and soon enough, Drago brings me to a slow, sweet release.
When my legs stop quaking, I glance out the frosted shower door to see Rafe lurking in the doorway.
