Page 84 of A Snowy Escape

Or rather, one person.

Lawson needs to bite me.

Once he sinks his teeth in, I’ll be completely content.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Luka

Who knows how much time we spend lost to the fog, but the next time Abby wakes up, she’s boiling, exactly like Bryant warned me she would be.

Lawson gave me a heads-up that he was going to try to get some rest so we could take care of Abby in shifts.

I’m still shocked that he hasn’t popped up, but it might be a smart call.

I will be genuinely shocked if he’s actually sleeping, though.

It’s far more likely that he’s downstairs alternating between pacing the floor bare and tiring out the dogs so they won’t destroy the house when he leaves them for his turn in the nest.

The first thing Abby did upon waking up was to shove my shoulder until I was flat on my back, then she climbed right onto my dick while I was still trying to figure out what year it was.

Bryant woke up, rolled off the mattress naked, grabbed the thermometer, and shoved it into Abby’s mouth.

Now I’ve got a very pouty omega sitting on my dick while my packmate stands at the edge of the bed with his arms crossed, waiting for the device to go off. Although, I think she knows he means business because she hasn’t tried to pull it from her mouth.

It would be quite comical if she wasn’t burning my cock. The severity of the situation outweighs any urge I have to chuckle at the absurdity of the moment.

Abby groans, wrapping her arm around her middle as she curves toward me. Her pussy spasms, and slick drips down my shaft and balls.

Some of that is likely Bryant’s cum, but I ignore it in favor of checking on my omega.

“Hey, gorgeous, are you okay?” I ask, pulling my hands off her hips to cradle her face.

Her emotions in the bond aren’t as easy to read as I hoped.

She’s anxious and unsettled…

Maybe?

She might also be mad at us for sucking at taking care of her. We might need Law more than I’d like to admit.

She whimpers around the thermometer, shaking her head as much as she can with my hold on her cheeks.

The device lights up red, beeping incessantly.

Bryant yanks it free, frowning as he squints at the readout.

“What is it?” I ask.

“108.9.”

“I told you I was fine,” Abby says, planting her hands on my shoulders and swiveling her hips in a circle.

I’ve been so distracted that I’m shocked my dick managed to stay hard, but her pheromones are likely to thank for that.

“An almost 109 fever is not fine,” Bryant says, pulling the cover off the thermometer. “You need to knot her and pump her full of cum.”

“That does sound like a good plan.” Abby’s head falls to the side, and she whines, finally stopping blocking her emotions in the bond.