Epilogue One
Flicking Joker my middle finger as a sign off for the day, I don’t waste time grabbing anything out of my locker or even stopping to clean up my paint gear after reading Tyson’s text. Trissy’s in heat, and nothing else matters.
The ride through the morning traffic back home gives me the chance to check we’ve got everything in place.
“Is she good?” I ask Mav even before he says hello.
There’s a beat of silence but those pauses no longer scare me. Now we’re bonded I can feel him under my skin. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say I can now properly trust and acknowledge the connection we’ve always shared. Because now I don’t need to deny my attraction or bond to Mav, I feel like he’s an extension of me.
“You know it.” He’s walking through our house. I can hear exactly where he is too. Each room sounds so different; the parquetry has a clipped sound, the thick carpet in our bedroom makes your feet sound like you’re walking through a field of thick fresh spring grass. Or it just might be that bond we share again. Either way, right now his steps are heavy which lets me know he’s in the kitchen, and I’d put money on him stockpiling drinks and food for her nest.
But he’s there for another reason too. And I definitely know why.
His smile widens, and I hear it in how he speaks. “I got your flowers today.”
I grunt a noise, a real fucking happy noise.
Maverick teases me so good. “I love them, not as much as I like you.”
“Fuck off, Mav, you don’t like me…”
“You’re right. I love you. And am fucking happy with where we’re at finally. I’ll be fucking ecstatic when you’re home, and so will Tristan.”
“Where is she?”
He laughs and at the same time as the bottles rattle in the fridge door. “Tyson sent me up to grab extra food for her. You know how he gets.”
My brother gets over the top bossy in the way he worships our Omega. I get it though, all of us have freely and happily jumped into caring and fussing over her. But the thing is Trissy likes to fuss too, despite being a fucking terrible cook.
“King’s over at the clubhouse letting JB and Twinkles know.”
“Yeah.” I pull up at a set of lights, the sun hitting me in the face and with Mav’s voice in my ears, my Omega reaching out impatiently to see where I am. I look up and thank which ever fucking deity is listening that my life got a fuck tonne better than I ever thought it could.
“I’ve locked the front gate too, Steel. All the cameras and sensors are on, so go through the compound and ride straight in the garage.”
“It’s not open, right?” I snap, getting all antsy about nothing.
I know Maverick’s got everything fucking right. But if it weren’t him letting me know, it’d be King or my brother. We’re all a bit over the top about her security. We’re also a bit obsessed with everything else about our fucking pack too, and it ain’t money or possessions, though Trissy loves her little fucking knickknacks. It’s the trust we’ve got, the truth we tell and the future we’ll willingly kill any cunt to protect. Lucky for the fucking world though, it’s been smooth sailing for the Cameron Pack.
King, of course, was fucking right about how much judgement would fall on Tristan’s shoulders if she was associated with The Fallen. But none of us properly understood the weight of her family name. Doors closed because of King, Mav, and me but Trissy and her family just fucking kicked those doors back open.
Meeting her family was a humbling experience. They looked at the four of us, ignoring our cuts, tatts, and scars and welcomed us into the family, before her dads took us out the back to where they have a yard of pigs, and threatened the fuck out of us. Trissy got her fucking vicious streak from them—ain’t we a match made in heaven, because we’re all a little deranged when it comes to keeping her safe.
I can see where she gets her sunny happiness from and when we went and paid Troy a visit, I saw where the shadows came from too. The arrogant prick pretended he couldn’t remember what we were talking about. Maverick made it impossible for him to forget though. And King makes the prospects ride out past Troy’s pack house every month, reminding them that we’re watching.
The scars of what that cunt did to her, and what Rex, and the Club Sluts did will always be with Trissy, but she doesn’t hide them from us. Or maybe it’s that we don’t let her. Either way, much like we’ve all got shit from our past hanging around, our pack is pretty focused on our future.
Turning into the driveway for the compound the prospects wave me through the gates, and I cruise slowly through the grounds of The Fallen double checking everything is good for myself.
The differences between King’s club and Rex’s are too many to list but what they do share is that eye for an eye mentality. In the wash out of Marnie and Ree Ree’s bullshit we tracked down the guys who actually beat on our girl. They’re now dead and buried right alongside the rest of the people involved. Not here though. Far, far away. Nothing is risking our future.
Stopping at the gate that separates our place from the Fallen compound, I use the recently installed retina scanner—a packing gift courtesy of Siderno. I wait until the gate closes behind me, before pulling out my phone and checking all our pack is inside before I lock our house down.
Parking in the garage, I activate the motion sensors before stripping off and using the bathroom in our bedroom suite to wash off all the paint and chemicals from my skin. Not much I can do about the colour speckles, and no shit if anything Trissy loves them as much as she loves my freckles, but the chemical stench is a different thing.
I meet King at the door to her nest.
“You didn’t want to put on some fucking clothes?” He grunts, flicking his head towards my dick.
“You’re right. I didn’t,” I smirk, looking back at him. He’d only just finished his shower when I walked in the bathroom we all share and now he’s dressed to impress, in her favourite pair of grey sweats and nothing else.
He lets out his conceited, arrogant chuckle, completely unperturbed that I busted him dressing up for her as much as I am. Combing my fingers through my hair I open the door, because he’s fucking expecting me to, and the both of us rock back on our heels, inhaling her bubble-gum scent drenched in the undeniable proof of her heat, and the smell of her need.
King walks down the stairs ahead of me, and I pull the door shut locking us all in for the next few days, triple checking our security system is active on my phone before seeing the rest of my pack are already linked in. Nothing is getting past our notice, not anymore.
I lean against the wall of her nest to watch. God, I could watch Trissy for hours—her body moves in such a sensual way but it’s her aura that’s got me fucking enthralled—it glitters brighter than the stars.
Her nest is so fucking her too, the vibrancy of the strong colours she uses accentuates the sensuous mood she’s made for herself. And somehow she’s pulled it off so her nest here is almost like the one at the lake house—which we now own—but better. The mattress is the same size, all the blankets and the pillows are the ones that King got for her, but she’s also stolen shirts and hoodies from our wardrobe or insisted we choose what we like when we’ve gone shopping with her. On top of the black, grey and white blankets are deep purples or light blacks—blackberry for Maverick, pastel yellow as well as flashes of clean sunshine yellow for Ty, and then there’s about a hundred or so variations of caramel and mahogany apparently because King and I have the same undertones. Not sure I buy it, but I’d never argue. Whatever Trissy wants, she gets. Even my hair-ties which go in a special jar on a shelf of treasures she’s collected; an empty water bottle, and a screwed up envelope sitting right alongside them.
“Steel.” Her breathy moan pulls me near, and I scoop down low and kiss her mouth with desperation. She’s got needs, but so do I… her lips are plush and pillow soft on mine and she floods my lungs with her bubble-gum sweetness making me feel like I’m drugged. I am. On her.
Her blue eyes are awash with the signs of her heat, but she’s still got her wits about her. The flush on her cheeks is pink but soon it will be rosy, her forehead is clammy but that might be because Ty’s fucking her hard while Maverick licks her tits as they sway above his face.
“You want to suck my cock while Ty’s knot is in your ass?” I ask, my lips not moving too far from hers yet. I also don’t need to ask, since she’s already stroking my cock, already mewling and wanting.
“She’s such a good girl,” Tyson says, his voice choppy and rough, his eyes black with pleasure. “She’s gonna come for me. Then Maverick, and then she’s not going to waste a drop as you fill her throat.”
“That so?” I ask her, but her eyes are rolling backwards, her mouth open as she groans. Of course I feed my Omega my cock.
Her tongue licks over it, lapping the head, wanting and needing my come. My fingers comb through her hair until I gather it all up in my fist to pull her neck back a bit, to fill her throat.
“Jesus, your mouth is incredible.” I worship her as she hollows her cheeks and takes me way down deep in her throat. Her eyes burst open as Maverick pushes his way inside her body, the nest filling with the scent of her pleasure slicked cunt.
Brushing her mess of hair from her damp forehead, I trail my finger over my claim on her throat and she drops into heat.
It’s a deep dive too. Maybe because we’re all getting more trusting with each other or simply learning what she likes, or exploring her limits but fuck me it’s a fucking honour to be involved with this woman, and a part of her pack.