Epilogue
T he nest is full of silk and fake fur and stolen shirts, and it feels like absolute heaven.
I'm in the massive walk-in closet, surrounded by the alphas' clothes I've hoarded like a dragon with particularly soft treasure, and Felix's mark throbs on my shoulder with each heartbeat.
The tattoo's fresh, but after the alphas' ministrations in the car, it's already healing.
Every time I catch sight of it in the mirror, my pussy clenches. Like a pussy version of applause.
My heat's not just ramping up, it's gone from zero to nuclear in the span of the car ride home. All the groping didn't help.
It's me. I'm the one who was groping. At least initially. Then it kind of became a sexy team building exercise.
I've stopped taking suppressants altogether, and that unconventional mark pushed me over the edge. My skin feels too tight, like I'm about to burst out of it and become something else entirely. Something that belongs to them in every way that matters. A were omega, if you will.
The shadows dance along the walls, no longer screaming but humming excitedly. They know what's coming. What I need.
"Knock knock," Archer's voice drifts through the bedroom. "Can we come in, or are you still arranging pillows according to some secret omega sacred geometry we don't know about?"
"Get your asses in here," I call back, adjusting the placement of Carlisle's shirt for the fifteenth time. It has to be perfect. This is the nest where I'm going to get marked by my entire pack, where everything changes, where we stop dancing around what we are and just fucking become it.
They file in like they're approaching a temple, which I guess it kind of is. The Temple of Juniper's Heat-Induced Insanity, services held every few weeks, clothing optional but discouraged.
Bane fills the doorway first, looking like he wants to devour me.
His hazel eyes are already dark with want, nostrils flaring as my scent hits him.
Carlisle follows, immaculate as always despite the fact that I can see his cock straining against his designer pants.
Elias brings up the rear with Archer, both of them moving with that cautiousness that says they're about two seconds from losing their shit entirely.
And Felix. My Felix, standing slightly apart but still here, still fundamentally part of this even if he'll participate differently. His silver eyes find mine, and there's so much love there it makes my chest ache.
"You ready for this?" Bane asks, his voice already dropping into that rumble that makes my thighs clench.
"Ready?" I laugh, and it comes out slightly manic. "I've been ready since the second Felix's teeth left that impression. I'm so ready I might spontaneously combust if someone doesn't get inside me in the next thirty seconds."
"Should we eat first?" Archer asks, ever the considerate one. "You'll need energy for?—"
"No food." I'm already stalking toward him, my red nightgown—the exact color of blood, because I'm a fucking romantic—swishing around my thighs. "Only dicks."
I pounce.
Archer catches me easily, laughing as I wrap myself around him like a horny koala. "Alright," he chuckles, his hands finding my ass to support me. "I guess we're doing this now."
I grind into his touch with a groan, my pussy rubbing against those washboard abs. Slick bleeds through his shirt, and he's going to be soaked by the time I'm done with him.
"Pace yourself," Bane warns, but his eyes are tracking the way my nightgown rides up, exposing everything. "You've got four more marks to take this heat, hellcat."
"I want them two at a time," I announce, shifting lower to grind against Archer's very obvious erection. "I can't wait. I need—I need all of you. Now . Or stat. That's the medical term, right? And this is clinical fucking horniness we're talking about."
Elias frowns slightly, that doctor's concern creeping in. “Have you ever taken two knots at once before? Maybe you should?—”
"I know my body." I slide down Archer's front until my feet hit the floor, enjoying how dazed the alpha looks, making sure to drag against every inch of him. "And I know what I want. What I need."
He studies me for a moment, then his lips quirk in that smile that makes him look a little less professional and a lot more fuckable. "Well, if you're sure."
"Our hellcat knows what she wants," Carlisle says proudly, already loosening his tie with movements that are basically foreplay in themselves.
I practically dive into the nest, my scent perfuming the air so thick you could cut it with one of Carlisle's knives. Everything smells like want and need and mine mine mine. The shadows cluster in the corners, singing their approval.
Archer follows me in, his clothes disappearing rapidly until he's gloriously naked, all lean muscle and sun-kissed skin and that cock that makes my mouth water.
"Come here," I demand, pulling him down for a kiss of pure greed. He tastes like coffee and goodness, like everything safe in the world, and when I pull back, we're both panting.
"Let me take care of you first," he murmurs against my lips. "Let me make you come before we start with the marking. Get you ready."
I want to protest, want to demand everything right now, but then his mouth is on my neck, on my collarbone, working his way down with deliberate slowness that makes me want to scream.
"Patience," he whispers against my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth.
"Fuck patience," I gasp, but my hands are in his hair, holding him there as he lavishes attention on first one breast, then the other.
He works his way down my body like he's mapping it for future reference, pressing kisses to my ribs, my hip bones, that spot just above my pussy that makes me see stars. By the time his tongue finally, finally finds my clit, I'm shaking with need.
"That's it," Elias says from somewhere to my left, and when I turn my head, he's naked too, stroking his cock slowly as he watches. "Let him take care of you."
Carlisle's settled on my right, also naked, also touching himself, and the sight of them all watching, waiting, wanting, makes something inside me unravel.
Archer's tongue is magic, circling my clit with just enough pressure to drive me insane but not enough to tip me over. His fingers slide inside me, finding that spot that makes my whole body arch, and when he curves them just right while sucking on my clit?—
"Fuck!" The orgasm hits like a hurricane, my whole body convulsing as pleasure whites out everything else. Archer works me through it, gentling his touch as I become oversensitive, until I'm pushing at his head weakly.
"Good girl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. "Now you're ready."
"The tattoo," Elias says, moving closer. "Roxy said alpha saliva helps with healing. We should?—"
"Yes," I interrupt, already pulling at the remaining clear film over my tattoo. It comes away easily, dissolving just like Roxy promised, revealing Felix's mark etched in black ink. "Please."
Elias leans in first, his tongue tracing the mark with reverent care.
The sensation makes me shiver. Not quite pleasure, not quite pain, but something in between that makes my pussy clench.
My fingers find my clit automatically, because self-control is not something I possess, apparently.
Then Archer's there too, both of them licking my shoulder like they can't get enough, and fuck if that doesn't make me feel worshipped.
"Better?" Archer asks, pulling back to examine their work.
The tattoo already looks less angry, the redness fading. "Perfect," I breathe. "Now fuck me. Both of you."
They exchange a knowing look, then Archer's lying back in the nest, pulling me on top of him. His cock slides against my entrance, teasing, not quite pushing in.
"You sure about this?" he asks one more time, hands on my hips, holding me steady.
"If you don't get inside me right now, I'm going to?—"
He pulls me down, sheathing himself in one smooth thrust, and whatever threat I was about to make dissolves into a moan. He's perfect inside me, filling me just right, and when he starts to move, slow and deep, I forget how to form words.
My hips start bucking on their own and I ride him like it's a fucking rodeo.
"That's it," Elias says behind me, his hands on my back, gently pushing me forward until I'm lying on Archer's chest. "Just relax."
I feel him position himself at my backside, already slick with my arousal that's dripped down. The first press of his cock makes me tense, but Archer's kissing me, murmuring praise against my lips, and I force myself to relax.
"Good girl," Elias breathes as he pushes in slowly, so slowly, letting me adjust to the stretch. "You're doing so well."
It's intense. Fuller than I've ever been, with both of them inside me, separated by such a thin barrier that they must be able to feel each other. The thought makes me clench around them, drawing groans from both alphas.
"Fuck," Archer gasps. "You feel—you're so tight?—"
They start to move, finding a rhythm that has one pushing in as the other pulls out, a constant wave of sensation that makes me forget my own name.
I'm vaguely aware of the others watching, of Carlisle's hungry gaze and Bane's intense focus, but mostly I'm lost in the feeling of being completely, utterly filled.
That's when I see it.
Felix has moved closer to Bane, and his hand wraps around Bane's massive cock.
Bane freezes, like he doesn't quite believe what's happening, but when he looks over, Felix's lips crush against his.
The sight makes my brain short-circuit.
"Holy shit," I breathe, and I'm coming before I even realize it's happening, my whole body seizing as the most intense orgasm of my life rips through me.
Felix's eyes light up with amusement and curiosity as he breaks the kiss and looks over at me. "You like that?" he asks, his voice throaty.