Epilogue Four
A WHILE LATER
It is very strange to think that today is the first day I’ve managed to welcome the girls past the front gates of our home.
I remember giving Raney so much shit about not letting us in to see her home when she first packed, but I understand her vicious inability to accept visitors to her home now. So fucking much.
I love my Scorned Girls with all my heart, but the last couple of times they’ve tried to visit, it didn’t end so well. The time before now, Steel had to accompany everyone to the clubhouse for drinks because I lost my shit in the most unladylike way. King ignored them and threw me over his shoulder, standing with me under a cold shower, talking me out of murdering my girlfriends.
Who knew Omegas could rage so hard?
“Do you want to talk about it?” Simona asks from the other side of the island bench. The way her lips are tipped up ever so slightly is starting to feed my rising irritation and if it wasn’t for Maverick’s body pushed against mine as I leaned over sipping my wine, I’d be scratching the smirk off her gorgeous face.
Heidi laughs and goes to open her mouth too, and I track her reactions carefully.
“Trissy,” Steel growls, having to clear his throat as he walks towards me.
And that’s the thing, it’s not just me struggling to adjust to having other people in our space, it’s all of us. Guess love really does make you fucking bonkers.
“King said he’s ready.”
It’s not that Steel doesn’t trust me to grab the steaks and follow him out, it’s that he’s got a need as obvious as mine. He walks past our guests like they’re invisible before his hand guides my face to his and he kisses me softly, for a really long time too. Exhaling all his butterscotch scent into my lungs before he all but steals the air from mine.
“Thank God,” he whispers as he leans down to my ear. “Get the food. The sooner we feed them, the sooner they go, right?”
“You should not encourage her, Steel.” Raney laughs, coming in from the front sitting room with her baby in her arms. “Come here, Granny, come hold your granddaughter. I’m so hungry. Dad, you better be grilling me some mushrooms!”
Much like welcoming the girls, Raney, and her pack into our homes has been an arduous task, so has mending my relationship with Raney. The both of us get offended at the smallest slight before we need to be separated to clear the air. But we always do clear it, and usually within minutes, reconciling with lots of cuddles and laughter until we clash again.
Sometimes I think Raney and I need the constant niggling just to air out all the bullshit that comes after lying. And I’d pay the price any day because even though she drives me crazy, I need her. She needs me too.
“Tristan, come hold your granddaughter,” Raney demands, and she sounds so much like King that I’m responding without even thinking of moving. Twisting quickly, I kiss Mav and Steel, leaving them together before taking the bundle of joy out of her hands and into mine.
“I’ve finally got your adoption certificate come through by the way.” I smile sweetly like a shark. Because two can play that game.
“There’s no chance in hell I’m ever calling you Mommy.”
“Wow”—I roll my eyes, throwing some snark over my shoulder—“that must be genetic too.”
“What?” she snaps, side-eying me. Not getting what angle I’m coming from.
“King doesn’t let me call him Daddy either.”
I ignore the noises of her retching and I steal her baby away, completely forgetting the food I was meant to take to King as I snuggle Sunny. Her cheeks are chubby, and she smells like love. I rub my nose on her, wondering if I need to chat with my pack about the fact I am not at all ready to start a family. Not sure I ever will be considering all the things I want to do with them.
Tyson appears in front of me like a mirage, his hair recently cut. Seriously, the man has more haircuts than I have facials, but I adore his precise style and unflappable confidence.
“How’s my good girl?” he asks, and I look up at him, unsurprised he’s barely paying Sunny any attention.
“I’m good. I’ll be better when our guests go. Is that bad?”
“No. It’s just the way we love, Tristan.”
Koz comes over and Sunny twists in my arms, even though she was nearly asleep. It’s unnerving how the two of them are so in tune with each other. I pass her over and fall into Tyson’s arms.
“How can a baby be so heavy?”
“She’s not. You’re just not ready, you might never be either. And that just means you’re all mine,” he says simply. But Tyson is like that. He reads most things differently, perhaps a result of him being a doctor or it might be he saves all his sweetness for me. With a gentle press on the small of my back, Tyson steers me past our guests and straight into his office. His hand doesn’t leave my back until I’m behind his desk.
Pushing me forward with another soft touch, he sits on his leather chair before his hands glide up the inside of my legs.
“I think I understand how that Alpha at the hospital felt. Mad with ADV and ravenous need, desperate for an Omega. But I have the cure for everything I need right here.” He curls his fingers under the edge of my thick granny undies, teasing me with soft touches until he reaches his limit. Tyson’s fingers hook in the edge of my panties, dragging them down to my ankles before he bends over me with one hand, finger fucking me with the other.
“Always so responsive.” He grins, his lemon meringue sweetness confirming how happy he is. His warm breath against my body is the only warning I get before he licks me out dirty.I start trembling before he’s managed to open the zipper of his dress pants. “Such a good girl.” He praises, reaching for one of my hands to hold my ass cheek wide open for him, before I move the other myself. I’m left with my face pressed against his desk, my feet hip distance apart, waiting.
Tyson leans forward again to bite down hard on the top of one of my butt cheeks. The sting is like a whispered promise of what’s coming. He teases me, rubbing the tip of his cock through my pussy before he starts pushing in, making sure I feel every ridge and vein.
“God, you’re so fucking tight, Tristan. I love being inside you,” he groans once he’s in as deep as he can go. He leans down to press a trail of lemon meringue kisses from my cheek to my mouth before standing up again. Not moving, just enjoying being inside my body.
“Ty, please. Hurry.”
He rolls his hips slowly, making me take him even deeper before he drags himself out, teasing and torturing me some more.
“Our guests can wait,” he growls before he smacks my hands out the way and thrusts back in like we have all the time in the world. Because we do.
Tyson moves at a leisurely pace but the things he can do has me biting my lip and bearing down on him as I struggle not to come.
“Taking my cock, like such a good girl. You want my knot?”
I should say no, but I never would.
I whimper, and before a word leaves my mouth, he thrusts his knot in. I go to scream but his fingers instead fill my mouth, intensifying everything.
“Suck,” he demands.
Tyson absolutely destroys my senses. His fingers stroke lazily over my clit as he keeps ruining my body in his own time. He takes my cresting orgasm up to tidal proportions, until I’m panting in desperation, lost in need.
“Come now, Tristan,” he barks. His Alpha bark is completely unnecessary—I’m so responsive to him, submissive for him. And my pack.
He grips onto my hips, holding me still when his orgasm erupts out of him. Then instead of rushing, he makes us linger in the moment, getting me all love drunk on his scent and his soft touches, until I’m crying out again.
We get interrupted by a knock at the door, but Maverick doesn’t wait to be invited in. He pulls a fake pout when he sees the aftermath. “So not fair.”
“Hey?”
But he disappears before I hear him answer. Tyson helps me to my feet then takes me into the bathroom and cleans me up with lots of gentle touches and intimate caresses.
Once he’s ready, and I’ve reapplied some lip gloss and tidied up my clothes, he walks me back through our house.
“Jesus, they’re still here?” I grumble, but it’s fake. Kind of.
Everyone is sitting around the table, and the feast spread out looks incredible. Raney and her pack are on one side, Heidi and Sim share a corner, all of them eating. But not my pack, their attention is on me.
“You could have started,” I murmur, leaning over to give King’s cheek a kiss and accept the plate of food he has ready for me.
“No chance,” he snaps. His bitchy mood has me twisting around to face him.
“Hey?” I get worried, looking around our guests for clues, but they’re all eating, chatting, and when I swing back to look at my pack, and him, they’re all looking at me the same way, sweet devotion on their faces.
“We don’t start anything, not without you.”