Epilogue #2
Hunter’s teeth graze the other side of my neck, and instinct takes over. I tilt without thinking, offering. He growls in approval, the sound vibrating through my bones, and then his bite sinks in.
The second bond snaps into place, and it’s too much, a rush of heat and euphoria that steals my breath.
My thighs shake, my back arches, and I cry out as my first orgasm crests and crashes over me.
My pussy greedily squeezes the cock inside of me, and Carson groans, telling me exactly who is giving me what I want.
I’m dimly aware of hands catching me, soothing me, riding the wave with me. A deep voice—Graham’s—murmurs something low and proud, and then his scent fills my lungs as he leans down.
“Let me,” he orders, and I do, instinctive and obedient. His mouth presses to my claiming spot, his bite sure and solid. The third bond sears through me, hot and electric, and the sound I make is nothing human—a keening, desperate moan as another climax rips through me, sharper than the first.
I’m floating now, barely conscious of who is touching me where. Finn’s lips find mine, soft and grounding, while Landon’s hands stroke along my belly, praising me. My body moves on instinct, arching, writhing, offering.
“Ready for me?” Finn whispers, and there’s reverence in his voice, not hunger. “You still want me, too?”
I nod—shaky, gasping. “Please. Need all of you. Need…need my pack.”
His teeth are gentler than the alphas’, but the moment he bites, a wave of rightness rolls through me so hard it leaves me panting. His bond slides in akin to warm honey, slow and deep, and the heat in my body doubles.
Carson growls, possessive and tender at once, and then his mouth is on my skin, right over my pulse. “Mine,” he mutters, before his bite claims the last spot.
The final bond slams into place, and I shatter. Pleasure rips me apart, heat and euphoria surging through every nerve. My back bows, my voice cracks, and all I know is them. My pack. My forever.
Somewhere through the haze, I feel them holding me, kissing my skin, murmuring soft praise. The bonds hum under my skin, threads of love and heat and safety weaving tight around my heart.
I’m theirs. And they will be mine.
Time stops meaning anything.
There’s only the rise and fall of bodies, the slide of skin against skin, the sound of our breaths—sometimes ragged, sometimes soft and content. My nest cocoons us, a fortress of scent and heat and love. Hands roam, lips explore, low murmurs of my name ripple through the haze.
I float in it. Heat, pleasure, connection. A living dream.
Every touch feels amplified. A thumb brushing my hip.
A kiss pressed behind my ear. The weight of one of them draped over my thigh, another chest pressed to my back.
We move together in a rhythm that’s more instinct than thought, chasing wave after wave of release.
My body shakes and bows and melts into them over and over, slick and sticky and claimed.
I don’t remember biting them, but I must have.
I catch glimpses—Carson’s throat marked with a perfect crescent, Finn’s pale skin blooming with my claim, Landon stroking the back of his neck with a grin that’s all pride and possession.
Seeing it makes a low, satisfied purr vibrate in my chest. Mine. All of them, mine.
The bonds hum under my skin, alive and pulsing. It’s a web connecting us heart to heart, wrapping me in the emotion of all five of them. Graham’s steady devotion. Hunter’s fierce protectiveness. Carson’s mischievous warmth. Finn’s quiet awe. Landon’s aching, almost desperate love.
I feel all of it, threading through me the same way sunlight would, and it’s…God, it’s similar to the softest blanket in the world wrapped around my soul. Comforting. Complete.
At some point, the haze softens. The heat simmers instead of burns.
I become aware of sticky thighs and the need for water, my stomach giving a small, plaintive growl.
I blink my heavy eyes open and realize I’m curled in the center of them, my head pillowed on Graham’s chest, a tangle of legs and arms draped over me.
Hunter’s fingers trace lazy circles on my hip. Finn has my hand in his, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. Landon’s face is buried against my shoulder, and Carson’s soft snores vibrate against the crown of my head.
I sigh, utterly sated, and let the bonds wash over me again—this is my forever.
I drift off to sleep on a cloud of satisfaction.
A soft kiss brushes my temple, and I hum without opening my eyes.
“Drink, peach,” Carson’s voice is low and a little hoarse, the kind of voice that comes after groans and whispers and too many “oh God, yes” moments. A straw nudges my lips, and I take slow sips, the cold water shocking and perfect down my throat.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, fingers sliding through my hair. “Good girl.”
A little shiver runs through me, not from need this time but from pure contentment.
The mattress—or rather, my nest—is a warm sprawl of tangled limbs and blankets.
Graham is the first to shift, propping himself on an elbow to glance around, checking every detail.
He doesn’t say anything, but he reaches for one of the small bowls from the nightstand and offers me a strawberry slice, holding it to my lips.
I take it slowly, the sweetness bursting on my tongue, and his eyes soften in that way that makes my chest ache. “Perfect omega,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb across my cheek.
Hunter leans over me next, offering a bite of protein bar and a kiss to my shoulder before settling back down, one arm wrapped possessively over my waist. His scent wraps me up as much as the blankets do, grounding and safe.
Finn’s camera is nowhere in sight—he must’ve set it aside at some point—but his hand is curled in mine, our fingers threaded together still. He watches me, still memorizing every detail, like he can’t believe I’m real and his.
And Landon… Landon strokes my hair with slow, rhythmic motions, his lips brushing my neck where his bite marks me as his. His voice is low and reverent, a whisper only for me. “Five months ago, I thought I’d lost you forever. Now I get to love you like this. I’m never letting go again.”
I sigh, so full in every sense—full of love, full of pack, full of warmth. My eyelids grow heavier by the second, the afterglow and exhaustion tugging me back down into the softest, safest sleep I’ve ever known.
The last thing I feel is the press of five heartbeats around me, steady and sure, and the bond thrumming a lullaby in my chest.
Home.
Ours.
Forever.