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"Amos," I begged. He seemed to snap out of his trance, slamming his hips forward. His fingers were bruising as he held my hips in place, lifting me slightly and slamming into me over and over. His knot started to swell and it soothed the ache. A wave of relief danced through our bond.
"Make her come again," Silas demanded of Jackson who was sucking on my nipples, teasing and playing with them while Amos fucked me. He didn't hesitate to move lower, pushing his head between me and the alpha to lap at my clit.
He only managed a few swirls of his tongue before I was shattering for them, my pussy clamping around the knot, giving me the exact relief that I needed. It settled something deep in my soul. At least for now.
The bond with Amos was wide open and I could feel his love and desire as strong as my own.
"Bite me," I demanded of Jackson and Silas. There might not be the same type of bond, but I wanted it still. More than anything.
Jackson's nose trailed over my skin as he moved to my hip, biting down on the skin there. Silas did the same on the other side and a fresh orgasm burst out of me as their teeth sank into my skin. Amos soothed me with a gentle stream of words I couldn't quite comprehend.
I passed out then, unable to stay conscious. This heat was stronger than any I'd ever had. Maybe it was the stress or being newly bonded, but I hoped we all could handle what was to come.
When I came to again it was as an orgasm slammed into me, pleasure coiling in my stomach and then surging through my body at a rate that had me crying out. There was a mouth on each of my nipples as Amos slammed into my cunt, his knot swelling and pushing me to my limits again. I felt so full yet not enough at the same time. My body craved more, it was as if I knew I was missing someone.
The Sulley Pack was still not here and my heart clenched in a moment of lucidity. Amos felt my sadness, his movements faltering.
"They'll be back, sunshine," he promised.
I just hoped it wasn't too late.
* * *
Isaac
My father was laying into us as we all sat around in the control room. He had been going on for the better part of two hours, telling us all of our shortcomings, despite there being nothing to complain about with the renovations. Our yacht looked incredible and stood out among the rest and he fucking knew it.
Eventually I'd had enough. We left our omega behind for this and I wasn't going to just keep being berated like this.
"That's enough," I barked out, my voice loud enough my father startled, his mouth closing as his eyes narrowed.
"Did you just talk back to me?" he questioned like he couldn't quite believe it.
"Yes, I did," I confirmed. "I told you last time that I wasn't going to put up with this, that you were no longer going to be talking down to us. Yet, here we are. I let you say your piece, now it's my turn. Let me make something abundantly clear. We. Don't. Need. You. I have enough between my trust fund and savings that I can do anything I want. There's not a damn thing you can do to stop me. So, either shut the fuck up and take what we have to offer, or you can replace us. You know damn well that we bring in the most business and ratings. But it's up to you, we can cut ties now and never look back."
The room was deadly silent as I stopped speaking. I've never seen my dad turn an ugly shade of purple before. He was indignant and shocked, but he also knew I was serious.
"This is my company," he started, but Colt was the one to cut him off this time.
"And we've never questioned that. In all of our years together you've not received one complaint, only praise, and yet you treat us like newbies."
"We've got far better things to do and places to be than sitting here in the open ocean getting yelled at like naughty children," Sawyer added. It seemed my pack was finding its voice.
My father seethed. "How dare you, after everything I've done!" my father thundered. At this point, he was grasping for straws. We've done even more for him and his business.
"What's your decision?" Vince questioned before he could go into yet another tirade.
"Think long and hard about it," I continued, "because there's no way that you're going to come down here like this again. We don't need a babysitter and we never have. You had all the details of this renovation and had no reason to come here. Especially when you heard we were moving."
His lips curled at the reminder. "If I knew you were looking, I could have found you a proper one."
"Yes, because the show wasn't a hint at all," Colt said drily.
"You know nothing about her," I growled. "I would suggest you don't insult my omega in front of me ever again."
"Take us back to shore," my father demanded. He stomped out of the room like an indignant toddler. I knew damn well that he wasn't going to turn us down. The winter months that we spent overseas were some of the most profitable that he's had in years. He'd share the numbers with me more than once trying to encourage me to move to the business side. He wanted to take what we did and implement it into his other charters. I'd given him pointers but he didn't want the details. He wanted us to put the entire training program together.
Fuck that.
