Epilogue Heat Honeymoon
Destiny
T he celebration lasted for three days. With family and friends having come from all over the world, the newly expanded Pack Stepanov wanted to make the most of their visit. It was an opportunity for Destiny’s guests to learn more about her new home, and for all four families to get to know each other better.
They had a blast. Destiny loved seeing her alphas around their relatives, loved finding bits and pieces of each of them in their family members, and, most of all, loved watching her own family and friends fall in love with her mates. Destiny could rest easier knowing that everyone who cared about her would leave confident in her decision and secure in the knowledge that she was safe and happy.
Two weeks after the mating ceremony, Destiny’s heat arrived.
They’d planned for it, deciding to forego a traditional honeymoon in favor of a staycation in their new nest. Her alphas hadn’t even seen it yet, since Destiny forbade them from entering until it was completely finished and ready for her heat. Alphas might be more dominant, but omegas ruled the nest, so the men of the pack hadn’t dared sneak so much as a peek. Sasha and Mina had once again worked their magic, helping Destiny get everything just the way she wanted it in record time.
Speaking of Sasha and Mina, they had their own surprise to share. After Damon left to return to the U.S., with a generous severance package and promises to visit, Destiny had expected Sasha to resign next. Instead, Sasha had insisted that she would be delighted to stay in Avondale and be a princess’s assistant. When Destiny pressed her on it, Sasha’s light brown skin had turned pink.
“As much as I love you, Des, it’s not just for you,” she’d admitted shyly. “I’m sort of seeing someone. It’s new, obviously, but I want to see where it goes.”
Destiny had fussed at Sasha for meddling in her love life while simultaneously keeping her own a secret, then demanded details. It turned out that spending so much time with Mina had had unintended consequences. The two had soon realized they had more than work in common, and now they were an item. Destiny couldn’t have been happier for her friend—and for herself at having the amazing luck of keeping her trusted assistant at her side in this new phase of her life.
That new phase had started beautifully. Once all the mating ceremony guests were gone, and the holidays were over, Pack Stepanov had more time to focus on mated life. Though they’d opted to keep Destiny’s penthouse apartment as their home in the U.S., she’d still had more than just her wardrobe sent to Avondale. Hunter had been insistent that she make the packhouse feel like home, so they’d worked together to integrate some of her art and furniture into the décor.
Still, the space that she’d spent the most time and effort on was the nest. Destiny had been surprised to find that the upper level of the packhouse held a lot more than the game room. One entire side of the second floor was devoted to an enormous bedroom, luxurious ensuite bathroom, and huge closet. The remainder of the space was dedicated to a much smaller adjoining bedroom.
Some omegas liked to have a nest separate from their bedroom, but Destiny knew immediately that she wanted the smaller room to be a nursery. She could already envision filling it with little versions of Hunter, Greyson, and Alexander. They’d be adorable and they’d give their daddies a run for their money. The thought made her smile.
With that decided, Destiny moved on to her nest. As the centerpiece of the room, she selected a massive cypress four poster bed, complete with foot-tall, padded side panels that could be raised to give it a more enclosed feel. Leaning into the ice princess vibe, she’d chosen heavy ivory bed curtains with silver embellishments, along with a matching canopy, sheets, and pillows. Then she literally and figuratively softened the whole look with lots of pillows in deep greens and blues, a fluffy silver comforter, and a navy cable-knit throw blanket.
Outside the nest, the walls were painted a deep blue and filled with artwork in the same overall color scheme, most of it with a musical motif. The room also featured a huge corner fireplace with a live edge magnolia mantle, surrounded by a loveseat and soft armchairs. An opposite corner held floor-to-ceiling live edge floating bookshelves next to a cozy window seat. Destiny’s favorite guitar rested on a handcrafted stand designed to look like a silver birch tree. The space felt like pack—woodsy and wintry, earthy and elegant.
The four of them had been sleeping in a cuddle puddle in one of the guys’ rooms each night, but when she felt her heat approaching, Destiny decided it was time to show her alphas the nest. She’d been running a slight fever and had begun to lose her appetite. They were finishing up a gory horror movie when the first cramp hit her.
“You okay, Kitten?” Hunter asked, brow furrowed in concern.
Destiny hadn’t made a sound, but Hunter rarely missed much, especially now that he could feel her through their bond. She was still getting used to being so connected. It could be strange, but it also made communication and intimacy a lot easier.
“I think I’d like to lie down,” Destiny replied, climbing to her feet. “And you’re all coming with me.”
Alexander waggled his eyebrows. “Don’t mind if I do. Is it my turn to host?”
Hunter and Greyson stretched and stood, moving toward Xander’s room. Destiny shook her head, stopping them in their tracks. That was another thing she was getting used to—the way they orbited her. She’d seen it in other packs, including her own parents. The alphas were strong leaders, but the omegas held all the power. In good relationships, the omega was the heart of the pack. Destiny had become that for Pack Stepanov. It made her chest warm with pride.
“Actually, it’s my turn,” Destiny said, smirking and planting a hand on her hip. “And if you hate my nest, you better figure out how to hide that emotion real quick, because I love it.”
Greyson smiled and pulled her into his arms. “We already love it. Our omega built a nest for us because she feels safe and loved. It’s perfect.”
Destiny melted as he gave her a long, slow kiss. She pulled away on wobbly legs. “Come on. We can do more of that in the nest.”
She could feel their excitement as her alphas followed her up the stairs. She hung back as they entered the bedroom, oddly anxious about their reactions. It was just her omega instincts, fearful of their disapproval. This was the place where she would sleep, weather her heats, and nurse their babies. It would feel like a rejection if they didn’t like it.
A moment later, Destiny was whisked into the room, Alexander twirling her merrily with that boyish twinkle in his sapphire eyes. Hunter was running a hand over the mantlepiece with a small smile on his face, while Greyson was examining the bookshelves with the same appreciative expression. Destiny could feel their love humming through the bond.
They liked it. They were happy. She’d made them happy.
“May we enter your nest, omega?” Hunter asked, one hand extended as if he wanted to stroke the cypress bed post.
“Strip first,” Destiny commanded.
She was eager to have their scents in their nest. She wanted their skin against her pillows and blankets to make them smell right. To make them smell like pack. Then the nest would be perfect.
Obediently, her three men discarded their clothes, until they were standing in front of her almost as they had a few weeks ago, when they’d been across the hall, and she’d humbled Alexander in a game of pool. Hunter, huge and graceful, thick cock straining against his black briefs. Greyson, chiseled and distinguished, his golden brown skin glowing against crimson boxer briefs. And Alexander, grinning his lopsided grin, eyes full of mischief, long cock tenting his cerulean silk boxers.
“You won’t be needing those either,” Destiny said, gesturing at their underwear. “Everything off.”
She stripped off her own clothes as they removed the last of theirs. Their eyes roved over her hungrily, and she returned the look with her own hot gaze. She still wasn’t used to how beautiful they were—not to mention their magnificent cocks.
Destiny’s stomach clenched, and a sudden cramp made her bite her lip against a whimper. She was definitely in pre-heat, had been for a few days most likely. It wouldn’t be much longer before she was reduced to nothing but need. Her stomach clenched again at the thought of spending her first heat with her own pack—not temporary alphas just to satiate the need, but her mates.
Her alphas filling her with their cum. Rutting her. Breeding her. Intellectually, Destiny knew they’d decided to stay on birth control for now, but her body still wanted their seed, locked tight inside her by her alpha’s knot. And one day, not too long from now, she would take out her IUD and they would put their babies in her.
Another cramp made her wince. Hunter started toward her, but Destiny waved him toward the nest. She knew she’d feel better once she was in it, surrounded by the scent of pack.
She crawled in and they followed her, easily fitting in the massive bed with room to spare. The alphas stayed out of her way as she crawled around, fussing with the pillows and blankets to get them just right. They raised the padded sides as she asked, then closed the heavy ivory curtains.
Destiny immediately felt calmer. The firelight flickered through the curtains just brightly enough to give the nest a dim glow. It was warm inside and it smelled like peppermint, cinnamon and ginger; nutmeg, cedar, and sage; pomegranate and cypress; magnolia and patchouli, and pack, pack, pack.
“It’s perfect,” Alexander said, snuggling into the sheets. “Very you, Frosty.”
Destiny swelled with pride. She crawled over Hunter to kiss Alexander. He returned the kiss, sneakily squeezing her breast. She pulled away and whacked him on the head.
“Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?” Destiny demanded.
“God, yes!” Greyson exclaimed. “I tell him all the time.”
"Come here, Kitten," Hunter said. "Annoying brats don't get kisses."
Hunter gripped her hips, pulling her away from Alexander and positioning her to straddle him instead. The velvet steel of his thick cock rubbed against her pussy, and Destiny’s core clenched. His eyes were dark as he licked his thumb, then brought it to her clit. Slick dripped onto his cock and Destiny ground against him, shuddering at the delicious friction.
“It smells like you’ll be in full heat soon,” Hunter said. He used his grip on her hip to control her movements, gliding her up and down his hard length without penetrating her, while continuing to work her clit with his thumb. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be getting some sleep while you still can?”
Destiny groaned. “That’s the kind of question you should ask before you touch my clit. There’s no sleeping now until I’ve had your knot.”
One corner of Hunter’s mouth quirked in a smile. “That’s my greedy girl.”
Then he plunged into her, seating his considerable girth all at once. Unsurprisingly, he took control even though she was on top. He lifted his hips, pressing her down as he thrusted up again and again in quick, deep strokes. Destiny swore she could feel him in her stomach.
“Oh my god!” she cried, collapsing onto Hunter’s chest, holding on for dear life as he pumped into her, filling her just the way she craved, driving her toward the release she desperately needed.
Then Alexander was beside her, claiming her mouth with his, and Destiny was shattering all over Hunter’s cock. He didn’t relent until a final, slightly painful thrust forced his swelling knot inside her. She panted, catching her breath, but her alphas weren’t having that.
Destiny inhaled sharply at the sensation of a tongue probing her asshole. Alexander pulled back and grinned at her mischievously. He was such a brat.
“You’ve got to cum again, baby,” Alexander said, trailing his finger over her bottom lip, then hissing when she sucked it into her mouth. “You’ve got a knot to milk. Don’t worry, we’ll help.”
He pulled his finger from her mouth, then wriggled his hand between Destiny and Hunter to find her clit. Her hips bucked, and her pussy fluttered, making Hunter groan. Greyson spread her ass cheeks and laved her tight hole with his tongue. Hunter gripped her chin and pulled her into a rough kiss. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another sensation, Alexander rubbed her clit faster, using his free hand to squeeze Hunter’s balls. His knot pulsed, swelling even more, preparing for his release.
Destiny came again. She moaned into Hunter’s mouth as she felt his cum shooting into her. Her pussy clenched and fluttered, milking him for every drop.
“I think I’ll have some sleep after all,” she yawned, once they’d settled into a cuddle puddle, her still atop Hunter waiting for his knot to soften, the others lying on either side of them. “I guess that’s what multiple orgasms will do to you.”
“Get used to it, love. Making you cum is our new favorite hobby.” Greyson purred, making her shiver.
“Sleep now, Kitten,” Hunter commanded, easing her off his knot. “You can cum again when you wake up.”
Destiny woke up a few hours later desperate for cock.
She was hot and cramping with need. Slick gushed from her pussy, soaking into the nest, her pheromones signaling to her alphas that she was fertile and ready. Her cramps were insistent that she be filled. Nothing would satisfy her but a knot to milk until her belly was bulging with alpha cum.
“Shh, I’ve got you love,” Greyson purred, curling behind her and pressing his stiff cock against her ass. Destiny whimpered and arched against him. “I know what you need, sweetheart. I’m going to fill your tight, juicy cunt with alpha cock just like you want.”
Destiny’s hips bucked as his fingers found her clit and kneaded it gently, before dipping lower. She rode his hand, her pussy squelching wetly, obscenely, hungrily. She moaned, dizzy with need. She needed to cum. She needed him inside her. She needed all of them inside her.
“Open up for me, love,” Greyson murmured against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She arched her hips back, gasping as he rubbed his hard length over her slick sex. Then he notched himself at her entrance, lowering his head to lick over the mating bites on her neck. “Open up this exquisite cunt for your alpha. This sweet pussy is mine. I want it dripping with my cum at all times. I want you to smell me on you, so you can’t forget that I fucking own this pussy, just as you own my soul.”
Destiny was too far gone to reciprocate Greyson’s poetic dirty talk, but between his words and his fingers, she was already hovering on the precipice of her climax. When he thrusted inside her, seating himself completely in one swift movement, she came immediately, crying out and clenching around him. Slick gushed, soaking her thighs and sheets.
Destiny opened her eyes to see Alexander lying on his side in front of her. He slid down her body, licking her nipples, her navel, then her clit. Alexander lifted Destiny’s top leg and draped it over his shoulder, giving himself better access. Greyson hissed as Alexander ran his tongue over his shaft where it spread her open. He lapped at their connection, swirling his tongue, teasing her clit, adding sensations that made her core clench and toes curl. Greyson fucked into her steadily, his long, thick cock stretching her so perfectly. Destiny felt herself climbing quickly toward another orgasm.
“Good job taking care of our omega, Pet,” Hunter said. Destiny opened her eyes to see Hunter kneeling nearby, stroking his thick cock, coating it in lube as it swelled to a girth Destiny had yet to stop marveling at. “Now, be a good boy and spread your pretty ass for me.”
Destiny watched with hooded eyes as Xander leaned on his elbows and lifted his hips. He continued to lick Destiny’s pussy as Hunter mounted and rutted into him, the smack of pounding flesh loud as he set a punishing pace.
“Bloody hell,” Greyson growled, and Destiny exploded, coming in a waterfall of slick and a string of curses. Her entire body trembled as if electrified, and then she was falling, and Greyson’s knot was locked behind her pelvic bone, and she was milking him for every drop of his seed.
Somewhere in the distance, Hunter and Xander were finding their release, and the pack bond was humming with pleasure and satisfaction and love. The air smelled like sex and pack, and it was perfect.
It smelled like home. Like hope and love and happily ever after. Like a song she couldn’t wait to write.