surrendered to the onslaught. He rammed in hard, his balls slapping against Enar’s flesh, the wet sounds only spurring him on.
He lost track of time, lost sight of everything. All he felt was his cock in that tight place, that perfect friction, the way Enar clamped down on him. Then the building pressure in his cock, his balls. He sped up even more, his fingers digging into Enar’s skin. Gasping for breath, he drove himself home, and then his vision went white as he unloaded. His body jerked, then again, and rope after rope spurted out of his cock.
Enar was trembling underneath him, his whole body now tense. Palani needed a few seconds to regain his senses, and then it sunk in. Enar hadn’t come yet. He’d waited…for permission. In his deepest need, he’d fallen back on his routine with Lidon.
Palani drove inside him once more, his cock softer but still half-hard. “Come for me, Doc. Give me your release.”
Enar came. His body shuddered through his orgasm, the aftershocks continuing until Palani knew he had nothing left to give, and then he went slack. Palani carefully pulled out, and Enar sagged on the mattress.
Palani crawled next to him. “Come on, baby. You need to get up so I can change the sheets. You’re in the wet spot, and considering by how loaded your balls were, it’s more like a lake than a spot.”
“Don’t care,” Enar mumbled. “Was perfect. Wanna cuddle and sleep.”
How could he refuse that? Palani held his mate until he was asleep, then climbed out of bed and cleaned both of them as best he could. Enar never woke up, not even when Lidon came in and, after one look, lifted Enar in his arms so Palani could replace the sheets. He laid him back, then got in bed as well, and they both held Enar as he slept like a baby.
35
Sven was certain that the horrors he had witnessed in the omega camp would be forever etched on his brain. And yet in a way, he was grateful he’d been there, that he’d noticed them with his own eyes. Back in school, he’d learned about the terrors of war, about what dictators in the past had done to their enemies, to the people they hated. He’d shuddered at the pictures, but even then, it had felt a bit like a scary movie, like something that was awful and yet not entirely real.
But this? This was real. He’d seen their broken, emaciated bodies, the empty look in their eyes. He’d smelled sickness and death, festering wounds, and the stench of unwashed bodies, the utter lack of hygiene. And he’d heard it. The cries of babies, starving because their daddies didn’t have enough milk to feed them. Omegas crying out in pain, in grief. Sven hoped he’d never have to experience anything like this ever again…and yet he didn’t regret seeing it.
Coming back on the ranch had been bittersweet without Grayson, though Lars hadn’t left his side. He’d stepped up, foregoing his usually somewhat sullen attitude to others and being nothing but sweet and attentive to Sven and Kateb. Still, they’d both been a bit adrift without their alpha, without their daddy. Grayson had said he was planning on coming home tomorrow, and Sven hoped it with all his heart.
He was in the kitchen, cooking up a storm while chatting with Gia and Vieno when Bray walked in. “Sven? You have visitors.”
Sven frowned. “Visitors?”
Bray walked up to him and grabbed his shoulder. “It’s your birth mom…”
His birth mom. Oh god. Sven hung on to Bray, grateful the alpha had had the foresight to support him. “C-can you get Lars?” he asked.
“Kean is already on his way to get him. I’ve asked them to sit down near the pool so you can go out whenever you’re ready. Take as long as you need.”
He took a deep breath, forcing his heart rate to slow down. It was okay. He had this. Wait, Bray had said them, not her. “Who’s with her?”
“She brought your father and your aunts and cousins. The whole family came with her.”
Joy bloomed in his heart. If they’d all showed up, they wanted to meet him. He was about to meet his mother, his dad. The parents he’d never had.
Lars stormed into the kitchen, covered in dirt, and came to a stop a few feet from Sven. “Let me wash my hands, and I’ll come with you.”
“Don’t forget your face,” Bray said.
Lars halted. For a moment, Sven was