Page 114 of The Gift
All the movies get it wrong when someone proposes something so life changing, or maybe I’m hard of hearing.
“Really?”
“What part of this don’t you understand? The whole world can try to pull us apart but they don’t know how stubborn you are. Shit, we’re already at two attempts in only a couple of days.”
I snort, before taking a one-armed leap at him, bowling him over so we’re both sprawled over the hospital floor. Of course he manages to ensure I don’t get hurt, wrapping me protectively in his arms. And good god if that isn’t the perfect representation of our relationship, I don’t know what is.
“Bailey Bailey does have a good ring to it,” I admit, before kissing him stupid. “Like all jokes aside, we’ve kind of spent a lot of time engaged in mind-blowing sex instead of talking.”
“You missed the fact I bit you?”
I shrug. “I keep getting lost around you guys.”
Henley leans in close, “And we’ll keep finding you.” And then he presses his lips to mine, losing the pretence of sweetness and control, making a point of openly displaying all that growly alpha strength he has. He pulls back after my scent changes from freaked out to let’s get freaky, but by the look in his eyes, that isn’t happening. “Did she hurt you?”
“She scared me shitless and made me look like an idiot after I told you I was safe,” I confess, and another part of me eases, the part where I really considered running from them. “Why aren’t you out there looking for her.”
“My omega needed me more,” he says, squeezing me tightly but carefully, his sweet apple cinnamon scent wrapping around me is comforting and reinforces once again that I am indeed now a part of a pack. “Plus, the alphas we were meeting with are more than capable. Later, no doubt we’ll be arguing, probably yelling at each other, definitely quizzing you about absolutely everything. But this right here, making sure you remember how important you are to us, is more pressing. Always will be.”
I do a weird grimace, pout, smile and his eyes flare wide. “Don’t make me cry,” I say, leaning in for another of Henley’s kisses.
“Never seen a more beautiful sight.”
“Fuck you.” I groan, pointing to my eyes.
“Let’s get you home so we can.”
“Fuck me?”
“Yeah, pretty sure that’s exactly what I meant.” His eyes twinkle, mischievously. “I don’t think I can throw you on the dinner table again. Yet. Trust me, Ashton will have a plan.”
Bailey
And Ashton did have our sexual gymnastics figured out.
Leaving the hospital during an emergency lock down means we’re escorted out to our car by a team of security guards. Valak, the team leader, a mean looking alpha gives a quick but detailed update to Koda and Ashton as they walk in front of us through the corridors.
The real nurse Amanda was found, unconscious and badly injured exactly where I was told she would be.
Valak said a copy of the footage from my encounter would be provided to our pack along with the alphas in the Alliance. And already there was in a sense, excited speculation, because of her ambiguous statement about me not being in danger because I was claimed. Supposedly, it added fuel to a theory the Alliance had been already investigating, with the majority of omegas hurt or killed being unmated.
And like she promised, there was no trace of her anywhere. I had a sense we wouldn’t find her either. Until she was ready to be found.
The Alliance team also had to figure out if she was an escaped omega from the drug fucked side of the lab or if she was one of the researchers. Either way it was in some ways irrelevant. Although, I swear to god, if I discovered she was a victim and was blaming her trauma for what she was doing, I’d kill the bitch myself. Slowly.
Henley held my hand the whole time we walked through the hospital. I want to say he was relaxed, but he was hyper aware. And that was fine. Reno walked with us, getting other updates from the administrators of the hospital, and also sorting out with the board an extended absence of leave. He’d officially taken over as my live-in doctor, rehab manager, personal trainer, whatever I needed, for as long as I needed too.
The drive back to our house went quickly, all of us busy in our thoughts but not too busy to hold hands or talk occasionally.
I couldn’t let them take me to my room despite the offers. I knew doing that tonight would be too overwhelming and really the only thing I was interested in was us being together again.
An oversized chair works a treat.
“You ready for us, Bailey girl?” Ashton asks one minute, the next I lose my mind.
I howl. A low deep moan falling from my lips as Reno’s tongue trashes my pussy. His breathing is all choppy, but that’s probably because of the way I’m grinding against his face, not letting the poor man take an inhale. The way he eats me out is like he’s fighting the throes of dying, it’s that intense. My orgasm rolls on for such a long time because he keeps flicking his damn tongue against my clit, not letting my pleasure stop.
Reno is not a quiet lover. I guess none of them are, and I’ve suddenly developed a noise kink, where every groan, moan, grunt, and growl has me edging towards another ear-splitting orgasm. He sits up, his face covered in the result of my never ending, loud orgasm.
