Epilogue #2
God, it’s so filthy and good, I’m going to come. She takes me to the back of her throat again. Once, twice, three times and I’m coming with a deep groan. “Here you go, sweetheart. You’ve earned it. Such a good fucking omega.”
She moans around me as I spill down her throat, her hand reaching up to massage and squeeze my knot in the way she knows drives me wild.
When she pops off my dick, her eyes are shining with desire. I stroke her cheek, and she grins up at me, tongue darting out to lick a drop of cum off her lips.
“Is that all you needed?” she asks breathily.
I chuckle, guiding her back to her feet. “No. Now I need to clean up the mess you made in your panties. Can’t have you going downstairs dripping slick, can we?”
She giggles as I haul her over to the nest, dropping her down on the mattress and immediately rucking up her dress and yanking down her soaked underwear. I tuck them into my pocket, then bury my face between her thighs.
“Daddy!” she moans, hands flying to my hair.
I chuckle against her slick pussy. Now I’m going to have to get cleaned up, too. Not a bad diversion tactic at all.
She’s so worked up from sucking me that it doesn’t take long.
I lose myself in her rich taste and the way her hips rock against my mouth as she holds me where she needs me.
I fucking love when she takes her pleasure exactly how she wants it.
I love it even more when slick coats my chin and her nails dig into my scalp as she comes with a breathy cry.
I don’t stop right away, easing her down from her orgasm and using my tongue to clean up as much of her slick as I can before she shivers and pushes me away.
“Dammit,” she chuckles as we both sit up and take stock of our disheveled states. “I’m going to need to redo my hair and makeup.” She grimaces down at the shiny spot of slick on the skirt of her dress. “And pick something else to wear.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have let myself get so carried away.” I do feel bad, but it’ll be worth it when the surprise isn’t ruined.
She shakes her head with a laugh. “Don’t apologize. I’ve been turned on all day too. I didn’t know if I’d make it to after the party.”
I chuckle. “Well, then I’m glad I decided to come up here.” I reach out and offer her a hand up from the nest. “And if you get desperate during the party, you know your mates will give you what you need.”
Sending Ambrose up to distract Camille was a mistake. He’d be much better at greeting our guests than I am.
I’ve been around Jackson’s parents enough times that I thought I was used to their boisterous affection, but that was nothing compared to how they act now that they know I’m their son’s romantic partner.
It takes me a full five minutes before his mom is done crushing me with hugs, and his mama and dad can’t stop discussing how I’ve gotten even more handsome.
Ambrose’s parents arrive next, and while they’re more reserved, the three omegas intimidate the shit out of me.
I know they like me, but for the longest time I worried that they didn’t approve of their son being with another alpha after everything they’d been through with his alpha bio dad.
So I always feel like I need to prove to them that I’m a good partner.
Thankfully, they seem to be more interested in asking Jackson about all the food he prepared than interrogating me.
The most nerve-wracking guests though, are Camille’s brother and father.
We’ve never met before, but they’re very recognizable with their red hair and pale freckled skin.
From what Camille has told me, they don’t really “get” the whole pack thing, but they’re happy that she’s happy.
Megan is notably absent, but she told us she wasn’t coming.
Said she didn’t want to ruin things by making her sister upset.
I can’t say I disagree. They’re barely on speaking terms again.
Our house quickly fills with chatter and bodies, with Lauren and Rekha arriving next, then Astrid’s husband Jeff.
My nerves amp up as the crowd grows, wondering if this was a good idea.
We told Camille we were having a small celebration with friends tonight.
Not our entire families. But it’s too late now to change my mind.
I’ll have to hope that she’ll forgive us if she doesn’t like the surprise.
I’m pretty damn good at grovelling by now.
My phone buzzes with a text to me and Jackson.
Ambrose: We’re headed down in a minute. Can’t stall any longer.
Thank god. I need them both down here to help take some of the parental attention off of me, because Camille’s dad is asking me about the significance of my tattoos and the bite mark on my throat and my clothes feel too tight from overstimulation.
Jackson clears his throat. “Alright, everyone, quiet down, she’s coming!” he hisses.
Giggles fill the space as everyone does their best to be quiet.
Dolly doesn’t get what’s going on and keeps bumping into Camille’s brother’s thigh with her squeaky toy to beg him to play with her.
Jackson tries to shush her, which only leads to her sassing back with a yowl that has everyone laughing.
“Shit, are people here already?” Camille’s voice filters down the stairs, and there are more muffled laughs.
“I think so,” Ambrose responds, and a moment later they round into the living room.
Camille’s gasp has my heart clenching. “Oh my god, what is this?”
“Surprise,” Jackson says with a chuckle, gesturing up at the banner at the back of the room that reads “Welcome to the Pack” with an adorable cartoon version of Dahlia chewing one of her shoes.
“We never got to have a bonding ceremony or celebration because of how busy things were with the case and moving, so we thought maybe we could do that tonight,” Ambrose says, squeezing our omega’s hand.
Tears well in Camille’s eyes as everyone smiles back at her. “I can’t believe everyone is here.” She spots her dad and rushes over to give him a hug, and after that all four of us are swept up in a sea of hugs and congratulations.
The sheer joy and love filling the room has my chest aching with an unfamiliar feeling of familial belonging.
I grew up with dozens of people who were supposed to be my family, but it was never like this.
I’d felt self-conscious that I had no one to invite to the party, The laughter and embraces and well-wishes of everyone here remind me that I don’t need the people who raised me to be a part of a family.
The bittersweet knowledge swells inside me. Camille catches my eye from across the room, subtly inclining her head toward the kitchen. I excuse myself from the conversation with Jackson and Camille’s dads and follow her.
“Hey,” she says, smiling and pulling me into a hug. “You doing okay?”
My brow furrows. “I should be asking you that. You’re the one we sprung this on.”
“I’m fine.” Camille kisses my cheek. “More than fine, actually. This is a wonderful surprise.”
I squeeze her hip. “Good.”
“So, you’re okay?” she asks again. “It felt like you were… dealing with a lot back there. I know it can’t be easy having everyone else’s family here while…”
“Always so perceptive, omega,” I say with a chuckle. “But I’m fine.”
Her eyes narrow. “Promise? Because I’ll go hide in the laundry room with you if you want.”
Her offer has me chuckling and shaking my head. “I promise. Though I wouldn’t mind some alone time with you later.” I lean in and brush my lips against her ear. “You smell like sex, and it’s driving me crazy.”
Camille’s breath hitches, and I pull away with a grin, loving how easy it is to tease her.
“Shit, I put on scent neutralizer and omega panties before I came downstairs,” she says, her nose wrinkling.
“You’re fine, angel. No one will know except us. And if they do, well, good. Because you’re our omega, and I like you covered in our scents.”
The party goes by in a blur of congratulations for our bonding and winning the case against Pulse. It’s been all over the news, but I’m so used to being a spectacle after months of public scrutiny that it barely registers now.
There were countless times when I thought I’d been crazy not to take the settlement Pulse offered.
When I regretted opening myself up to more media attention instead of protecting myself and my pack.
But on that afternoon a week ago, when the judge gave their verdict in my favor—and in an important legal precedent for omega worker’s rights—it was finally worth all of it.
The pain, the fear, the shame, along with all the moments of pride and determination that taught me I’m stronger than I ever imagined.
The 2.5 million they’ve been ordered to pay me in damages doesn’t hurt either, but I’ve already decided once we pay off the rest of the mortgage and buy that hot tub, I’m donating the bulk of what’s left.
Although I was the figurehead for this case, it was never really about me.
It was about omegas across the country dealing with discrimination day after day.
After going to the omega retreat and meeting dozens of incredible omegas working their asses off to carve their place in the world in spite of all the shit society puts on them, I realized the reason why they’re where they are is because of community.
Because of omegas who hold each other up and extend a hand to those in need.
I never wanted to be an omega, but I am, and I’m going to make up for lost time. Make up for all the years I let myself float through life passively accepting designation discrimination and hate because I thought it didn’t affect me as a beta.
I never believed in fate before, or that everything happens for a reason. But being here with my pack, surrounded by loved ones and with the potential to make a difference in the world on the horizon, it’s hard not to think that maybe, just maybe, something was guiding me.
Or maybe that’s the two glasses of champagne and my pack surrounding me as we sit on the couch and they pass me bonding gifts, talking.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” I protest as Ambrose passes over a box with a pale pink bow. “You already got me a house.”
Laughs fill the room, but one of Ambrose’s parents, a reedy older omega with a bristly mustache, shakes his head. “Yes, they did. You bond an omega, you get them presents.”
My dad and brother give each other a bemused look at that declaration, but everyone else seems to agree.
“See? It was mandatory,” Jackson says, nudging me with his elbow. “Now open it!”
I proceed to open my presents, which include a beautiful floral dress picked by Ambrose which he says is for our next dinner date, a new e-reader from River with a note on it about us using some of my smutty reads as inspiration, and a jumbo sized strawberry cow plushie that has Lauren, Astrid, and Rhea cackling.
“Thanks, saved the worst for last,” Jackson grumbles as Ambrose passes over the final wrapped item, a large flat rectangle.
I already know what it’s going to be, but that doesn’t stop me from gasping when I tear the paper off.
It’s a portrait, fully rendered from a sketch Jackson did the day we all had a picnic date together.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, not because I’m vain, but because I’m transported back to the day I realized for certain that I was in love with all of them.
I can practically feel the breeze on my face and hear Dolly’s cheerful barks as I stare at the painting.
“It’s perfect,” I croak, trying hard not to start crying as everyone in the room watches.
“Yeah?” Jackson asks with a lopsided smile.
I nod vigorously and press a kiss to his lips. “Yes.”
I reach up and tug Ambrose down, claiming his lips. “Thank you.”
I turn to my other side and kiss River, who grips my thigh possessively. “I love you all so much.”
Everyone toasts our bonding again, and I bask in the overwhelming happiness surrounding me.
Before I know it, people are saying their goodbyes, until it’s only our pack left. They follow me up to the nest, wordlessly understanding that cleanup can wait.
Once I’m surrounded by them, our limbs tangling together as we all take a moment to hold each other, I let out a deep sigh.
River squeezes my hand. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” My eyes close as Ambrose strokes my hair, my head cradled in his lap and his hand resting on River’s back. Jackson nuzzles closer, inching up until his face is pressed against my breasts.
“Did you ever imagine this is where we’d end up?” I ask softly.
Ambrose chuckles. “I did. I tried not to, but this was always on my mind.”
Jackson nods against my chest. “Yeah, minus the whole also falling for my packmates part,” he chuckles.
River kisses my shoulder. “No.” He sighs, and aching tenderness floods his bond. “I never could’ve dreamed this was possible. Having you as our omega. Loving all of you more than anything in the universe, and you loving me back…”
“Same,” I whisper.
The simmering desire that’s been building all night flares brighter between us. I’m a second away from asking them to show me again how much they love me when there’s scratching at the door to the nest.
Jackson groans. “Dammit, for a wiener dog she sure likes to cockblock us. We should never have installed the ramp up here.”
I laugh. “Let her in. She needs some pack love, too. We need to clean up and take her out before we get too heated, anyway.”
He sighs and gets up, going over to the door and scooping Dahlia up, her tail thumping as he deposits her in the nest. She happily burrows between us, letting out a contented sigh when Ambrose rubs her tummy.
“You think a dog is bad, imagine if we had kids,” River says drolly.
“Oh god, can we not?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Shit, sorry, I know we’re still undecided about that.”
My mates all laugh, and thankfully no one seems upset.
“I vote we table any baby discussion until we’ve had a solid year or two without major life events or stressors,” Ambrose says sagely.
“Seconded. I’m selfish and I want you all to myself for the foreseeable future,” River says with a soft purr.
Jackson is quiet for a moment. “What about another dog?”
River scoffs. “Weren’t you just complaining about Dahlia cockblocking you?”
“Yeah, but maybe if she had a sibling they could entertain each other while we’re busy.”
I laugh. “You know if we added another dog to the pack, it’d be as much of a snuggle monster as Dolly.”
“True,” Jackson sighs. He rubs Dahlia’s ears. “We’re perfect just the way we are anyway, right?” She cocks her head at his question.
A smile spreads across my lips. “Yeah. We are.”