Page 145 of Specter Bred

After the long hike to the mines and back, not to mention our run-in with Mathias and his men, we could all use a chance to blow off some steam.

Whenever we returned from a successful mission, my former unit had its own ways of burning off the leftover adrenaline. A few beers, shooting at empty bottles, or playing cards until someone got pissed off enough to flip the table.

I couldn't lie, though...

The way I planned to blow off steam tonight sounded a hell of a lot better.

I’d always wondered how units with assigned omegas managed it. What did the dynamics look like once intimacy and emotion became tangled up with missions, hierarchy, and survival? It applied not only to omegas. Alpha relationships formed within units, too. From the outside, it had always seemed messy, maybe even dangerous, to care that deeply about the people beside you when hesitation could get someone killed.

Now I was starting to understand.

My feelings for Maeve, Sammy’s feelings for her, and the connection forming between all three of us didn’t make us weaker. It sharpened us. We anticipated one another better, moved together more naturally, and noticed things the others missed. We were already becoming a unit in a way that training alone could never accomplish.

And once we marked one another, that connection would only deepen. Of course, it wasn’t the same as an alpha-omega bond, but the marks still carried weight, scent, claim, and familiarity.

More threads tying us together.

After sending the intel to Command, I stopped at the pond I’d found earlier and took a quick dip to rinse off the sweat and grime from the hike. Apparently, Archer and Hayes had discovered it too. Their packs were sitting near the bank, along with Maeve’s discarded uniform.

I couldn’t help the grin that pulled at my mouth as I pictured her stripping down in front of Farm Boy and watching him try not to short-circuit.

When I saw their abandoned gear, it was clear they had left in a hurry, likely eager to begin the rest of my orders. Finding Hayes's soaking-wet uniform dumped beneath the rope at the base of the lookout tower confirmed my suspicion.

I shook my head and started up the rope. By the time I neared the top, the scent of their arousal hung thick in the air.

“Jesus, Maeve,” Sammy groaned from inside just as I reached the platform.

Neither of them had noticed me yet.

Their dynamic always fascinated me. Farm Boy had settled into his usual role beneath Teacup, tongue buried in her warm core. He was completely content to let Maeve take control while he devoted himself to her pussy with an almost ridiculous enthusiasm. Every time she tightened her thighs around him or flexed those powerful legs, a muffled sound of approval escaped him.

There was something comical about how happily Hayes surrendered to her strength. Most betas I knew would have bristled at being handled that way by an alpha. Farm Boy looked as if he’d found religion.

Maeve sat reversed on Haye's face, leaning over his torso and taking his cock deep into her throat. Of course, the greedy girl wouldn’t suck Sammy's cock without him returning the favor. Her position only emphasized the dynamic between them; every line of her body radiating dominance while Hayes seemed more than happy to yield beneath her. It was impossible to miss who held the power in that moment.

The scent of my own arousal must have finally given me away, because Maeve turned her head toward the doorway. The second she spotted me leaning there, watching, heat flooded her expression.

Her mouth popped off Farm Boy's cock as her tongue extended and licked his mushroom head teasingly. Then she ground her hips down, never taking her eyes off me. Maeve was putting on a show, just for me.

"Has Farm Boy cum yet?" I asked her.

She nodded, licking his tip again, and adding, "Twice."

I chuckled, "Then you better stop now or you're going to drain him dry, Teacup. Save some cum for your pussy."

Maeve swung her leg over his torso, twisting her body, and re-mounting Hayes. She sat forward this time, muscular thighs straining as her core hovered over the beta's cock.

Sammy looked dazed, half-drunk on her alpha pheromones and probably a little oxygen-deprived from how long she’d kept him trapped between her thighs.

“Look at me,” Maeve alpha-barked.

His eyes snapped to hers without hesitation.

I’d never heard her use her bark before. It was sharper than I expected, distinctly feminine but still threaded with enough dominance to make the command impossible to ignore. Cute, almost, if it hadn’t carried such an undeniable edge of authority.

Farm Boy didn’t stand a chance against it.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Boy Scout,” she told him bluntly.