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she screamed, watching him force his pierced junk into her tight pussy, and having him restrain her while I spanked her ass.

“She’s better,” I said. “Physically, but not mentally, and starting to worry about her heat. Given what happened last time she was caught up in her own head and worried, I’m not prepared to take the risk. This is even more important if you’re about to send me away for a week.”

Victor sighed. “Do what you need to do. I don’t think my heart can take that level of stress again. And I’m confident her mother will stab both of us if we fail again.”

I chuckled because I had met Lilly’s mother enough times to know Victor wasn’t exaggerating.

“Send me what you have on the operation. I’ll go through it today. After tonight I’ll be busy until her heat breaks.”

“It doesn’t always work,” he said.

“Yeah? Not all Omegas respond, that's true. But a Controller, or Alpha, should know their Omega. When it doesn’t work, it’s usually a green Controller who has no business trying something they don’t fully understand. I was never that fucking green, so don’t insult me. She’ll be bred before I leave.”

Victor nodded. “I’ll have the operation details sent through.”

CHAPTER THREE

Lilly

MY DAY PASSED in a blur of meetings, and I even squeezed in a little lab time. A part of me longed for the uncomplicated days when I could submerge myself in my experiments. Running the viral program was more time consuming than I remembered. But I wanted to protect Omegas from another crazy at the helm, and as the director, I had the ultimate power to do exactly that.

Home again now, I entered the bathroom of my decadent apartment, stripped down and stepped into my shower.

In a matter of hours, I would be attending a charity ball hosted by the viral research program—my first such event since I reclaimed my position. So much had happened over the last three years, and more so during the previous three months. That fateful night at the drop door had been the catalyst for a world of change.

The ride had been bumpy, but I was oh so happy with the destination.

I’d been living a half-life for so long, even before I revealed as an Omega. And after? After, events had gotten so wild, I could only wonder how I survived.

As I stood under the pelting hot spray, I practiced my speech in my head. You could get all three of us in here, which had happened once. Ethan still wasn’t much for sharing, although he did at least tolerate Ryker now.

Mostly.

And to be fair to Ethan, who was not a man blessed with patience, Ryker lived to press his buttons.

I chuckled as I swiped wet hair from my face; so much for going over the speech!

A short sharp squeal escaped my lips as a thick arm circled my waist and a body, naked and now wet, crowded behind mine.

I would recognize the arm even without the swirling tattoo, but yes, that tattoo was the clincher.

“Ryker! What are you doing?” I wasn’t sure why I would ask this question. It was more of a statement of confusion. Ethan’s presence through the bond would have alerted me, but Ryker had a disturbing ability to project blank.

“You’re a bit dirty, babe,” he said. His big hand skittering over my stomach sparked a sweet clench and an instant surge of heated interest. Without a hint of preamble, he slipped a thick finger into my pussy.

“I am not dirty there! Or anywhere!”

I tried to wrest his hand away, but he had a grip like an anaconda. My attempted resistance was a mystery to me.

His other hand closed over the front of my throat, and instantly, I softened. My eyelids grew heavy, and I clutched his wrist at my throat, needing something to ground me. The way he cupped me intimately consumed all of my attention.

We both stilled, hot water pounding over us. He pressed a kiss to my wet temple as his fingertips teased that sensitive spot deep inside.

And that quickly, I was sinking into heaven. My former Controllers, now my bonded Alphas, had known how to play me from the start. They had honed those skills over the last few months. His growl, close to my ear, made my stomach clench. They might growl to make me wet, or they might growl to make me flush, and sometimes they did not growl at all, but they always took my body to a sweet,