Epilogue
Was I nervous for whatever Nik had planned? Yes .
But I was excited as fuck too.
He told me to meet him and Elias in his office, and my heart fluttered wildly in my chest as I closed the door behind me.
The room was dark, shadows stretching long across the floor and swallowing the corners whole.
I was alone. The window was open, letting a light breeze cool my overheated skin, but it didn’t help.
I was already burning from the inside out, anticipation coiling tight in my belly until it felt almost painful.
I wore a solid red teddy, silky and practically sheer, clinging to my curves like it had been painted on.
My nipples were already tight beneath it, clearly visible through the thin fabric.
I felt exposed. Intentional. Dangerous. Harlow had picked it out and said if I wanted Nik to finally give me what I wanted, I had to seduce a monster.
I smirked at the memory of us taking it for a test drive right there in the department store’s dressing room.
My cheeks heated at the thought. Low made me do crazy shit sometimes.
Filthy shit. Reckless shit. But I had zero regrets.
Once all of my mates were permanently mine, I would finally be able to relax.
No more almost. No more waiting. No more half-claimed.
I couldn’t believe it had only been a few weeks since Keith was killed—burned to a fucking crisp.
I thought by now I’d have feelings about it, but I didn’t.
No guilt. No relief. No nightmares clawing at my throat when I tried to sleep.
Nothing .
And that nothing felt heavier than grief ever could.
Apparently Nik thought the same thing, because he hadn’t allowed Elias or himself to claim me with their venom until tonight.
He’d waited. Watched. Tested my stability with that infuriatingly calm gaze of his, studying me like I was a variable he refused to miscalculate.
Making sure I was steady enough to take what they were about to give me.
Making sure I wouldn’t fracture under the weight of it .
A shiver of anticipation rolled down my spine, settling low and hot between my legs. I was so fucking ready to solidify my hive. Call me selfish. Call me greedy. I didn’t care. I wanted all five of my mates’ bites across my throat like a fucked-up claiming necklace, permanent and undeniable.
I skimmed my fingertips slowly along my collarbone, dragging them down between my breasts, feeling my pulse throb beneath my skin.
Mine. My mates. My monsters.
Movement at the window caught my eye. Elias perched in beast form on the sill, dark wings folding in the moonlight, eyes locked on me like he’d been watching for a while. Not blinking. Not hesitating.
My breath hitched.
He shifted fluidly, landing inside completely naked, his cock already hard and heavy against his stomach, thick and flushed with need. My core pulsed in anticipation, a slick ache building fast, heat pooling between my thighs.
“You look perfectly edible, little feather.”
His voice was lower than usual. Rough. Thick with hunger and something almost reverent.
I shivered as more heat gathered between my thighs, my arousal turning from warm to dripping. My wetness filled Nik’s office with my scent—sweet, thick, unmistakable. Eli’s nostrils flared as he stalked toward me slowly, predatory in every step, controlled but barely restrained.
Just as Nik slipped into the office behind me.
The door clicked softly closed.
The sound echoed in the dark like a lock sealing.
Then the quiet rustle of fabric hitting the floor.
My breathing amplified, shallow and needy, my body reacting to the presence of both of them before they even touched me. Every nerve ending felt tuned to them. Waiting .
Nik stepped up behind me—near touch but not quite. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his bare chest, the controlled dominance vibrating in his stillness. He didn’t have to touch me to command me. I didn’t dare move.
Elias stepped up in front of me, trapping me between their bodies. Their heat. Their scent. Their hunger closing in from both sides.
Owned.
“Eli,” Nik’s voice came from behind me, smooth and commanding. “Touch her pussy and tell me just how wet she is.”
Oh fuck.
Without hesitation, Elias slid his fingers up my inner thigh where I stood on shaky legs.
Slow. Deliberate. His fingertips barely brushed skin at first before pressing higher, dragging heat in their wake.
When he swiped up my pussy, swirling my clit teasingly, my hips jerked forward before I could stop them.
A soft, helpless sound tore from my throat.
He pulled his fingers free and held them up between us, glistening in the low light.
Nik groaned at my taste, low and dark, the sound dragging straight through my spine and settling deep in my belly. I swayed on my feet, knees weakening.
“It’s been too fucking long since I had your come in my mouth, little mate,” Nik murmured behind me, his breath hot against my ear, lips brushing the shell of it. “But right now Elias is going to be the one to taste you.”
His fingers slid into my hair, fisting at the back of my neck. Not gentle. Not cruel.
Possessive.
“Do you accept him, my pet?”
The question wasn’t soft. It was a command wrapped in expectation .
“Yes, sir,” I breathed, my voice wrecked and hungry.
A low hum of approval vibrated against my skin. “Oh, that’s a good little mate addressing me as sir. But not tonight. Tonight I will be your master, and you, my pet, will address me as master. Or I will punish you.”
“Punish me?” I licked my dry lips, my pulse stuttering.
“Yes. You won’t be allowed to come if you misbehave. I will have Eli bring you just to the edge over and over until you are begging for release. Do you understand me, my pet?”
The control in his voice made something in me melt and tighten at the same time. My body throbbed in anticipation of both reward and consequence.
“Yes, master.”
I shivered. It was on the tip of my tongue to fight him and see just how long I could last, to test the edges of his control. But right now I needed to come so fucking badly my lower stomach ached.
Nik’s grip tightened, keeping me upright as Elias dropped lower in front of me, his gaze burning up my body like he planned to consume every inch.
He skimmed the back of my thigh gently before lifting my leg and tossing it over his shoulder, spreading me wider.
He inhaled deeply and moaned like he was savoring me.
“Please, master, may I taste her?” Elias begged, voice strained.
“You may.”
“Oh fuck, why is that so hot?” I whimpered as his tongue found my center.
Nik supported me from behind, my head resting against his shoulder, his chest solid at my back. “Check in, Sina.”
“Green,” I breathed, already unraveling.
His hand grabbed my throat as his lips captured mine in a bruising kiss meant to dominate and consume me .
Elias added a second finger, and I cried out when he hooked them inside me, coaxing my pleasure higher with ruthless precision. Nik cupped my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple before his rough kisses turned gentle along my neck, grounding me even as he controlled me.
“Nik?” I murmured, lost in sensation.
His answer was to grab my throat tighter —a silent reminder. A warning to play by his games or be punished. Elias took me over the edge, my core pulsing around his fingers as I came hard, trembling between them.
“Elias. You let her come after she directly disobeyed me.” Nik tsked softly, disappointment edged with heat.
“Master—I meant master,” I rushed out. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” My brain was fuzzy with pleasure, words slipping over each other.
He paused, hand still encasing my throat, Elias still on his knees with one of my thighs over his shoulder, lips glistening.
Finally Nik kissed my neck, swirling his tongue over my pulse point. I moaned, surrendering to his touch.
“Yes, my pet? What do you need?” he said between slow licks along my skin.
“I want to choose where your bite marks me.”
“Why? Where did you want it?”
A sudden blush crept up my cheeks, and I hated how vulnerable it made me feel. “I want both to complete my necklace—with yours in the center. As my alpha. My final bite.”
He hummed, considering, eyes glowing gold and unreadable. He didn’t confirm nor did he deny me.
He smirked as heat flared in his gaze. “Get on your knees and ask me properly.”
“What?” I squeaked, pulse jumping .
Elias let my leg go as Nik stepped back to lean against his desk, hard and waiting, watching me with measured patience.
“I’m waiting.”