“Please,” she says, her perfect chest heaving. “Please. No more.”
“You’ll remember us while we’re gone, yes?” I ask, nuzzling her neck where Gage bit her. “You won’t forget us?”
“How could I ever forget this?”
I hope she remembers for a long time, because if Em and I don’t make it back from this next mission …
The thought sobers me, and I pull out. I help Auryn disengage from Em, and we move to a dry spot on the mountain of blankets. Auryn’s dark eyes flutter with exhaustion, and both Em and I purr, lulling her to sleep.
Chapter 22
Emmett
“Are you good?” Diego’s deep voice breaks my concentration as I start to doze off.
“Huh? Yeah, I’m good,” I say, my voice already tinged with the gravel of sleep. Auryn curls closer to me in her sleep, burrowing her face into the crook of my neck, and my entire body heats. I can’t help but stare at her like this. Hair splayed out all over her bare shoulders, down her back. Eyelashes fluttering and her soft snores filling the air.
When she’s awake she’s a force to be reckoned with, but right now she looks…
Almost peaceful.
“We move out in one hour,” he says as he slides back into his pants, latching his belt.
I know I should feel weird about what happened between us. But it’s the opposite. I don’t feel anything but good.Like, really fucking good.
My gaze slowly travels up his back as Auryn pulls me closer like I’m a giant fucking pillow and not a person. It’s probably my warmth. Omegas crave body heat.
“You can take the Humvee; I’ll take the Jeep. It’s older and dirty, so they won’t suspect as much if I come up pretending to be a migrant looking for work. With any luck, it’ll be a good enough ruse to get me inside.”
“Got it,” I say as his gaze catches on the omega clawing at me in her sleep. I’m sure her nails are going to leave a mark, and something about that makes me grin like an idiot.
“Take your time, but don’t get comfortable, Em. We have a job to do.”
“I know,” I say as I carefully extricate her hand from my back. She doesn’t wake.
Diego is out a second later, leaving only Auryn and me. The sheen of sweat covering me has gone cold but the heat between us is more than comforting. I wish I could stay here forever, curled up in this queen-sized bed with my omega, but Diego is right. We have a job to do. A job for Auryn.
Those bastards are not touching my little kitty kat ever again if I have anything to say about it.
I regrettably pull away, knowing I, too, need to get my shit together, so I do. I take my time, trying to be as quiet as possible as not to wake Auryn, which is no small feat. When I am finally dressed, I take one last look at my sleeping princess, suck in a deep breath, and open the door.
It’s late, that I can tell just from the overhead lights and the sound of Gage snoring through his door.
One glance at Olly’s open room tells me he’s not sleeping, but he rarely does.
Save for this afternoon after he fucked Auryn, apparently.
I still don’t know how the fuck that happened. Didn’t think the guy was capable of doing that, honestly, and I don’t mean that to be rude, but I was under the impression being asexual meant he didn’t, you know, want to fuck–period.
Guess I was wrong, if the sounds coming from Auryn’s room this afternoon were any indicator.
Part of me is happy the guy got laid. Maybe now he won’t be so fucking uptight all the time. But the larger part of me feels slighted. Threatened, even, which is insane.
I’m pretty sure if I barked at the man and used my alpha tone, I could get him to fucking kneel for me, and I wouldn’t have to blink to get him to do it. He’s a beta, I’m an alpha. It’s fucking nature’s hierarchy.
Why the thought of commanding Olly to kneel has my stupid cock twitching is beyond me. I can’t fuckingstandOlly. He’s an asshole. He’s a fucking nerd. Yeah, he can suture like no one’s business, and he’s talented as hell with blood, and Auryn seems to be really fucking into him, but still. Two experiences with my alpha brothers is one thing.
We’re alphas. We’re built from a different cloth. A better cloth.
