Instead of speaking, I glided out and back in gently. Briar gasped, her ass lifting to meet my third thrust.
She became more and more restless; her hands settled on my waist, nails pinching over my ribcage.
“So bloody good,” I moaned, returning to kiss her throat. Her pussy clasped around my cock hard. She liked that, then.
I sank my teeth into her neck, claiming her again. She gasped, her cunt clenching. My knot swelled, and I came, cock jutting with a force that made me breathless. I licked up the copper tang of blood.
Hugging her tighter, I settled more weight on her. It was so soon after the one-sided bond snapped, so I could taste the agony of its rupture.
But I would take on the pain a million times to keep this connection with her . . . even if she never did claim me.
“I’m not going to claim you,” she mumbled, shoving my chest.
“I know, sweets.”
She slumped, exhaling and glided her palm up my bare back in caress.
Chapter 52
Ilay on my bed, stretching my leg out. My ankle being naked felt so weird. I rolled it again, reveling at the freedom. Even knowing that shortly I would have to have the monitor put back on again couldn’t dampen my happiness.
I’d made it. The relief was inexplicable. I was alive.
Getting out of bed was the last thing I wanted to do, but surprisingly the guys hadn’t woken me up. They must have come in at some point because the door was cracked. Unless they’d slept in here, which was entirely possible, but I’d slept so deeply, I had no idea.
Muffled shouting came from down the hall. I rolled off the bed.
What was going on?
Following the sound led me down the hall.
Slowly, I reached the living room.
“It’s in your best interest to testify.” Elias’ voice held a soft threat, his laid-back tone seething with underlying threat.
“We’ll be charged,” a familiar voice responded.
“So cut a deal with them.” Elias shrugged, unconcerned.
I rushed out. Sam turned, and his eyes widened. “Briar?” he gasped, standing. Sinclair, who stood over him, shoved his shoulder until he plopped back onto the couch. “Briar, what the fuck?—”
“Eyes off our Omega,” Sinclair snapped. Sam gawked, but I turned away, to the man with a broken nose. My old boss, Tim, the Editor-in-Chief sat next to him, wrinkles of age lining his face. He met my eyes and then looked away.
Bothof them were in Bourne’s pocket?
“Unbelievable. That’s why you both brushed me off,” I struggled to say.
“You don’t underst?—”
“Shut up, sell out,” I snapped. Sam shut his mouth quickly. The silence after my yell turned eerie.
Elias cleared his throat. “We’re not asking you to lie.”
“Fine,” Tim uttered, gruff.
Sam kept his mouth shut, but jerked his head in a nod.
Suddenly, Sinclair’s fist smashed into Sam’s mouth.
