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“Are you doing okay?” I ask, wrapping my arm around her lower back as we head down the long hallway at the back of Ranger’s house.
“Yeah. Do you ever catch a weird odor around here?” she whispers, gesturing to the double doors that lead down to the basement. “The chemical smell is overpowering.”
Mercy trips over his own feet.
The bags of takeout crinkle as Bishop snorts, grabbing Mercy with a hand on his shoulder.
“I thought, maybe, he had his house cleaned right before we got here, but it’s been three weeks, and it’s still just as strong.” Vale’s nose wrinkles adorably.
“He’s a very tidy guy,” I say with a laugh. That, and it took industrial chemicals to mask the rotting flesh smell. I don’t mention it because she really doesn’t need to know the grim details of the lengths we’ll go to, to stop the traffickers. It’s convenient having someone around who actually enjoys the work. Not all of them speak up willingly, and I personally don’t have the stomach for torture. Although, I would do a lot of heinous shit to keep Vale and Aurora safe.
“I’ll still be happy once we’re back home,” she mumbles, burying her face in my armpit.
I grin, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “That sounds pretty fucking amazing to me too.”
I’m also quite excited about the prospect of slipping inside her once her checkup arrives.
“Come on.” I aim her toward the living room. “Let’s snuggle while we eat.”
“I have excellent news,” Mercy says a few days later. He yanks the curtain back and steps into the shower behind Vale.
I give him an unimpressed look as my little omega pops off my cock, turning to look at him over her shoulder. Her hand tightens around my knot as she jerks me off.
“Well, tell us,” Vale says, before diving back down to lick stripes up and down my shaft.
“Mmm,” Mercy groans, studying her ass. She’s kneeling with her back facing him. I know the torment that tight ass has given me lately. She’s still healing. The first few weeks, she was so miserable that sex barely crossed my mind. During the last week, she’s really started feeling better. “The house passed inspection. We can move back in tomorrow.”
“Holy shit,” I groan as my tip bounces against the back of her throat. “I’m there, sweetheart.”
Vale doesn’t lessen her grip, and my cock swells. My entire body jolts, and I stare down at her as she hollows her cheeks. She’s absolutely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
My head falls back against the wall as I fill her mouth. She keeps lapping at my tip until I have to pull her up, otherwise, I’m going to want to come again.
It’s been a long-as-fuck almost five weeks.
She stands, giving me a wicked smile. “You know, I’m actually excited for my checkup. Sucking you off got me all turned on.”
She stretches up to kiss me as Mercy growls. I run my hand over the back of her head and nod to my packmate. He’s got his dick in his hand.
Vale gives me a final peck and spins around to aim for him. The guest shower is tiny, compared to ours at home, so it’s only a few steps.
Mercy palms her tit as she wraps her hand around his shaft. I already know what’s coming. I still chuckle as she politely redirects his hand to her hip.
“You know how addicted I am to watching you leak milk,” he says with no shame.
I smack Vale’s ass and move to climb out. Never in a million years would I have seen myself happy in a pack, but I can’t imagine life any other way.
Epilogue
Bishop
Three Weeks Later
It’s a surprisingly sunny day for winter in the mountains, but it’s an important one. I told Vale that I’d only be doing this ceremony thing once, and I sure as fuck meant it.
The house has been fully fixed, and we’ve doubled our security measures. It’s a necessary precaution, considering Lucien Andretti still has a bounty out for Fallon Pierce. Although, we all still call her Kate. I think we’re all grateful to be back at home. It wasn’t bad coexisting, but it was hard, especially on Vale.
Holt, Garza, Mercy, and I all stand around at the gazebo we purchased for just this occasion. The minister has his hands clasped, patiently waiting.