Epilogue
My body feelsliquid and light. I sense the solid weight of Memphis’s body beneath me and his hard knot inside me, yet I still feel like I’m floating.
The bond is nothing like I could have imagined. It’s comforting and soothing, but it’s also hugely powerful. Memphis feels so deeply and so privately, and from now on, I get to share that. I can’t put the privilege of that into words.
I have no idea how long it takes Memphis’s knot to deflate. Time feels distant and abstract, like I’m in a little bubble with my Alphas, one I’m in no rush to leave.
I’m brought back to the present by two new pairs of hands. Denver’s stroking my hair and rubbing my unmarked shoulder, while Camden is pulling me off Memphis’s softening cock to clean me with a warm damp cloth. I should feel exhausted, wiped out by the enormity of what I just went through.
Instead, I’m aching again. I want more.
I reach out to touch Camden’s face. His five o’clock shadow bristles against my palm. He smiles, and my heart skips a beat when I see the little gap in his teeth.
Camden can tell just by my expression what I want from him. He kisses me, hard, his mouth hot and claiming on mine. I open my lips to him, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue. He kisses me like he’ll never get enough of me, even though I’m his.
When he pulls away, I’m practically breathless. At least Camden looks just as affected as I am.
“You want my cock, huh?” he pants.
Instead of answering him, I push him so he’s lying fully on his back. Swinging one leg over his waist, I straddle him, my weeping cunt settled on his cut abs. I can feel his cock behind me, already rock hard and brushing against my backside.
I grind my clit against his ab muscles for a moment, teasing him. That earns me a playful swat to my backside, so I get to my knees, in position to sink onto him. Looking down at Cam’s hard length, I suddenly wonder if I can take it. I’m already so sore from Memphis stretching me, and Camden is even longer.
It’s like Camden knows exactly what I’m thinking. He strokes my cheekbone with his thumb, soothing me. “Don’t worry,” he croons. “I know you can take it.”
I nod, wanting him not to hold back. Not this time. He can be as brutal and possessive as he wants to be, and I can take it all.
Denver’s hands close tightly around my hips, lifting me so Camden’s flared head parts my swollen lower lips. The shaking muscles of my legs finally find the power to hold me up as I instinctively slide down over Cam’s tip.
“Just like that,” he says, his voice rough but encouraging. “Take your time, but I need you to take all of me.”
Behind me, Denver pulls away, letting me take this moment with Camden.
I sink lower over his long manhood, the stretch of him agonizingly large and full. Pain and pleasure interweave with each other until my whole body is shaking. Finally, my clit reaches the dark curls at Cam’s base. I’ve managed to take him, and his dark blue eyes shine with pride.
“I knew you could do it,” Camden says, his voice rough and hoarse. “Now I need you to ride me.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I press my hands against his muscled chest for support. I move slowly at first, barely shifting until the pleasure overtakes any aches. Undulating my hips, I experiment with my rhythm until I find a position that makes my breath catch in my throat.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Cam says encouragingly. “You’re doing so well, getting so wet for me. I want to watch you make yourself feel good. I want to feel your slick dripping down me by the time I knot you.”
My head falls back as I groan with desire. Every dirty word out of his mouth drives me higher and higher, closer to my release. Without warning, he presses his thumb into my mouth, making me suck on it. His eyes darken as he watches my lips close around the digit, and I hollow out my cheeks to give him a show. I want him just as wild and undone as he has me. Once his thumb is wet with my saliva, he presses it to my clit, making me dizzy.
This close to my orgasm, I find new strength inside me. Horseback riding has helped me gain strength in new muscles, and I use every bit of that power to ride Camden’s cock. One of his hands grabs my hip with bruising toughness, while the other keeps bringing me closer toward coming. I feel his knot bulging beneath me, but I’m not scared now. It’s big, but I’ve taken it before. I can take it now.
“Come on, baby,” Camden demands, digging his fingers into the flesh of my hip. “I want you coming on my knot, or I don’t want you coming at all.”
My body shakes as his knot presses against my clit, the pressure pushing me over the edge. His knot forces inside me, and I’m coming for him, crying out his name. I catch a flash of his lopsided smile before I’m lost in a haze of electric sensation.
My arms collapse under me and I fall against his chest. His sharp teeth close on my shoulder, right next to Memphis’s bite. Our bond flickers to life while we both catch our breaths. My connection to Camden feels like sunshine, bright and warm, making any dark thoughts disappear in the strength of his light.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he says against my hair. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“You’re better than I could have imagined.” It’s true—I never dared to hope for someone as kind and pure as him. “I love you, too.”
When I open my eyes again, it’s early morning. My nest is lit by the dim light of the sunrise just beginning. My body is cradled between Camden’s and Memphis’s, and I see that their hands are clasped above my hip. It makes me smile.
Carefully, I wiggle out from underneath them, not wanting to wake them. I’m unbearably thirsty, craving a glass of water.
I move quietly to the kitchen and fill my glass at the sink. Through the wide kitchen window, I see Denver’s broad shoulders. He’s standing out on the wraparound porch, hands braced on the railing.
I join him out there, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind.
“Good morning,” I murmur.
“Shouldn’t you still be asleep?” his deep voice rumbles with amusement.
I shake my head. “Sleep can wait. I want you first.”
He turns around so he can look at me. Hair falls over his forehead, and I push it back. The gesture makes him smile fondly at me.
“I’ll always want you, Brooklyn,” he says.
Denver’s kiss is warm and patient. We kiss while the sky turns dark red, while the angry color fades into a pale orange. We kiss like we have all the time in the world.
Like a whole life together is waiting for us.
Finally, he lifts me so I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me back to the nest, where the other Alphas are still asleep. They’ve automatically moved closer together, their bodies cuddling in the blankets. Through the bonds, I can feel how happy and sated they feel.
I meet Denver’s hazel eyes and feel a pull in my stomach. I still need him.
I need our bond to feel complete.
Denver lays me down on the blankets. When he’s hovering over me, I kiss the strong column of his neck. The muscles in his arms flex as he holds up his weight, and I trace the lines of his chest with my fingertips. Denver is the most muscular person I’ve ever seen, putting even some action heroes to shame. But it’s not that kind of strength that makes me want him.
It’s the way he leads us, putting his needs second to the rest of the pack.
His discipline, which drives him to be his best self every day.
His integrity, how he refuses to use his considerable power to do harm.
It all makes me want to take him in the most primal way. I press his shoulder gently, and he rolls to his side. His jaw drops as I move to my hands and knees, submitting to him.
“You’re beautiful,” he mutters, lowering his head to kiss me once.
He moves to his knees behind me, touching my body with reverence. He spreads his hands over the globes of my ass, kneading the tender flesh. His fingers are so long that they span the entirety of my backside. I arch my back, wanting to put my body on display for him.
“You want me to take you like this?” he asks.
I feel the thick head of his cock rubbing against my entrance, catching the slick there. I moan, instinctively pushing my hips backward to try and take what he’s offering.
“Hold on a minute, princess.” Amusement colors his deep voice. “I’m gonna go deep in this position. I need to make sure you can take it.”
I’ve never been more ready in my life, but I can’t seem to find the words to convince him. Instead, I lift a hand to press three fingers into my opening. I pump them in and out, showing him that I’m more than ready to fit him inside me.
Denver growls, a warning. Heat licks up my spine at the implication.
“I’m the one who decides when you’re ready,” he snarls. “Not you.”
He takes my wrist and pulls my hand away from me. I almost cry out at the emptiness, but he replaces my fingers with three of his own. They’re so much longer and thicker than my own, and my inner walls squeeze him tight.
“Isn’t that better?” Denver asks.
I nod my head rapidly, and he withdraws slightly and presses back in. He fucks me with his hand, his thumb touching my clit while three fingers fill me. This fullness is what I was looking for, and the ache inside me quiets, knowing that I’ll get his knot soon.
His hand moves slowly, and heat builds in my chest. My breath comes in shallow pants, like my body needs pleasure more than it needs air. I’m so slick that it’s dripping down my thighs, maybe even going down over Denver’s wrist.
Just as my walls are fluttering, ready to come, he withdraws. His cock touches my entrance, and for a moment everything goes still.
Then, Denver pushes his cock deep inside me. He’s so big that it feels like my insides practically have to rearrange themselves to fit him. For a moment, he doesn’t thrust, just letting me get used to the sensation of him.
“How are you feeling?” Denver asks. His voice is pained, and I know it’s hard for him not to fuck me right now. It melts my heart that he made sure to check in with me first.
“I’ve never felt better,” I say honestly.
His hands hold onto my hips while he thrusts. He goes slowly, withdrawing so that my pussy has time to squeeze around his absence before he pushes back in. Each stroke is both punishing and perfect. He’ll make me want him, then give me exactly what I need.
He increases the pace slowly and deliberately. My desire feels like it doubles with every stroke of his cock, until I’m so high I forgot how I got there. I know when I come, the drop is going to be the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.
Denver presses me down to my elbows, lowering his head so it lingers next to my neck.
“Are you ready, princess?” he purrs.
“Yes,” I gasp out.
And I mean it. I’m ready to come, ready to be bonded.
Ready for Denver.
His hard knot presses against my clit once, twice, three times. The next touch pushes me over the edge. I cry out, and he follows me, knot expanding inside me and locking us together as we endure the violence of our orgasms.
Denver’s canines pierce my skin on the unmarked side of my neck. I’m marked fully now, and when the final bond snaps into place, I’m overcome with peace. Denver is safety and stability and he stretches over my soul like a crystal blue sky. Warm and safe. A barrier from the world and all its evils.
My eyes burn and I can’t help feeling that everything has turned out exactly how it was meant to.
I used to compare the bond that was forced on me to poison. My new bonds—my forever bonds—are just the opposite. They’re healing and nurturing. I know that no matter what dream I end up chasing or what difficulties I’ll face, I will have three of the most generous Alphas in the world holding me up. And I’ll do just the same for them.
Denver curls on his side so that he’s spooning me while he stays knotted in me. Next to us, Camden’s chest slowly rises and falls while he sleeps peacefully in Memphis’s arms. Memphis is awake, though, and he reaches his hand out so my fingers tangle in his.
It’s a miracle that my heart can hold all the love I feel for these three Alphas. The way I feel about each of them should be so big that it consumes me, but I’ve grown to fit them. I imagine that over the years, the connections won’t ever stop growing.
I’ll always have a wild part of me that longs to be independent, but I know now that love doesn’t tie me down. It’s something I’ll carry with me wherever I go, and with Denver, Camden, and Memphis alongside me, I’ve never felt more free.