~Finch’s Point of View~ “Bad girl, don’t ever fucking do that again,” I groaned, between frantic kisses and groping. I squeezed her plump ass tightly in my hands, making sure to leave a bit of a mark. There would have to be many more marks to come. I felt like this was a turning point, showing her we will always be there for her. That we are the only ones for her. “She’s getting quite a spanking when we get home,” Jack warned. Judson stirred, his desperation to claim his female growing exponentially as we felt her grind in our lap. It was disappointing that she didn’t have a second nature, that he would never have that connection. But my wolf knew this was our best and only chance at a mate. Not only that, Grace was hot as hell. Even if he didn’t get another wolf to play with or run with he could certainly enjoy and appreciate everything about our Omega. As a hybrid human this day in age, we couldn’t afford to be picky. Before shifters were “outed” to the world at large there wer

~Jack’s Point of View~ “What are we dealing with,” I asked, trying to stay calm and collected. Despite us hardly ever having issues like this, I had a hell of a team assembled that I’d hand picked and a few that I even scouted. I could have ended up anywhere really, I wasn’t even totally sure why I picked Astor as an employer when I had many offers. Certainly the government wanted me, but I just couldn’t go there. Nobody hovers over me here, they trust that I know what I’m doing. I watched and listened intently as Zoe, my team leader, ran through everything. “They’re certainly not high end hackers by any means but they just have so many. We’ve shut down several, but they keep popping back up, here’s another one now,” she shouted, as I fell into a chair and went to work. When I’m in my zone, when the pressure is on, that’s when I thrive. That’s when I know what to do, I know how to attack. How to defend. It’s just the stroke of some keys, timing and outsmarting someone. Similar

~Finch’s Point of View~ *Lay behind her, I’m hungry,* Jack said over mind-link, with desperation. I was definitely addicted to the way our Omega tasted and how she squirmed when I went down on her. Jack however, was obsessed which told me Nox was too. I never wanted it to become a situation where we didn’t want to share her. Or we resented the other for getting more attention. We’d never had a long term thing where we shared before, and it was going to be tense at times I was already sure. Everything inside the teepee was how an Omega’s nest should be and I couldn’t be happier that she was already figuring it out and embracing it. The more comfortable and relaxed she was, the happier she’d be and it would pour into every aspect of her life. Jack turned off all the lights, leaving just the bathroom light on with the door slightly open. We could see her in the dark without a problem but we wanted her to have some light. I had a feeling she was concerned about someone seeing us throu

~Jack’s Point of View~ *Mate… Must… mate our Omega,* Judson said, matter of fact over mind-link. I shook myself, trying to ignore him. I had a weird feeling in the back of my mind as I tried to mind-link Finch. The kind of hazy hole that only happens when Finch isn’t there, or out of range. Judson sometimes mindlessly blabbers to me or Nox so it wasn't anything too weird. But the fact that I couldn't reach Finch... What the fuck? “Jack? JACK!? I need Jacobson,” I heard, making me stand from the cubicle I was in. I had a real office but I rarely used it. I liked to be in the main room with my people and today more so than ever. I needed to try and see if anyone was acting differently and maybe I just hadn’t noticed it. I’d been too distracted since meeting Grace. My eyes found Michelle, she was frantic. “Uhm, Finch is … he’s uhm…” she said, making big gestures with her hands. Fucking hell really Judson? Now of all times? Nox laughed, knowing fully well that the beast side of o

~Grace’s Point of View~ I laughed, harder than I think I ever had. I truly couldn’t remember ever laughing so hard. Talking to Donato was like being with an old friend. A friend you desperately wanted to get naked with and lose two days. If he knew about the baby or the fact that I likely smelled of other men, he didn’t mention it. He was just … fun. He was carefree, laid back and beyond entertaining. We got fish and chips and ice cream. And … maybe I let him feed me. Maybe I liked it. Is this what being high is like? Is this what all the pretty Barbie doll girls got to have all the time? Undivided attention from the hottest guy? My vagina was basically thinking and acting like a dick, and all it wanted was some Donato. The devil on my shoulder told me to think like a man, scratch the itch. He held my hand as we walked and it was warm, comforting. So far, he was literally the perfect catch. Had I met him a month ago I’d have probably gotten him drunk and tricked him into marryi