EPILOGUE #4
“You’re perfect for me, too,” I whisper, and God, my eyes burn when our gazes lock.
“I love you, Trouble.”
“I love you, Ace.”
He spins me to face him, and his hand cups the back of my neck as he kisses me deeply, dipping me and owning my body, staking his claim.
Click.
By the time we break apart, my cheeks ache from all the smiling I’ve done today, and my heart feels full to bursting.
Sylus taps his screen, and the machine chimes again. There’s a whirring before it spits out the four glossy photos of each kiss—each vow frozen in time.
“Fucking perfect,” I rasp while my nose burns. “I love them all.”
Koen glances over my shoulder at the pictures. “They’re getting framed. And duplicated.”
The machine chimes again, and we turn as one to face the screen.
Congratulations to the happy polycule!
I laugh and give Sylus an appreciative smile, but then we all turn at a loud sniffle behind us. Levi and Annabelle are clutching each other, tissues pressed to their eyes. Levi’s dramatic pout is almost comical, but Annabelle’s genuinely misty expression tugs at my heart.
“Stop…” I laugh, shaking my head at her. “You’re going to make me cry.”
Ezra and Michael, standing a bit off to the side, exchange a look that’s equal parts exasperation and amusement at their spouses.
The machine hums again, and this time it spits out a piece of paper. Ace is the one who takes it, presenting it with a flourish.
Certificate of Marriage for Novalee Evans with Sylus Walker, Koen Lane, Nicholas Lane, and Alaric Monroe.
He glances at me with that mischievous gleam in his eyes, like he’s about to make some smart-ass comment, but instead, he hands it to me with, “I believe this is yours, Mrs. Polycule.”
I take the certificate, running my fingers over the words, letting them settle in my mind, my heart. “Perfect,” I whisper, holding the certificate to my chest. “Absolutely perfect.”
Belle pulls me into a tight hug, her baby bump pressing lightly against me. “Perfect is right. Congratulations, Nova.”
Levi and Ezra are there next, clapping the guys on the back and offering their own congratulations.
“This screams for a night out,” Belle announces. “We need to celebrate properly.”
I laugh, glancing pointedly at her bump. “Sorry, I already told you I have classes tomorrow.”
“Classes? You just got married!” she exclaims, throwing her hands up dramatically.
“I know,” I concede with a smile. “But I only came because Koen promised I’d be back in time.”
Levi winks at me. “Don’t worry, girl. Ezra and I are staying for a bit longer. We’ve got party girl here covered.”
Belle raises an eyebrow. “And who’s watching Pebble and the other five hundred pigeons?”
I laugh. “It’s not that many! But our housekeeper is on it. Plus, Good Lookin’ keeps things under control.”
“Housekeeper…” Belle scoffs, shaking her head. “Fucking billionaires.”
Koen glances at his twin. “How long are you staying?”
“Don’t know yet.” Levi shrugs casually. “We’ll call the jet when we’re ready to head back.”
“Right.” I huff a laugh. “Fucking billionaires indeed. That’s so not environmentally friendly.”
Belle snorts, nudging me playfully. “Says the one who jetted out here to marry said billionaires.”
“Oh, shut up,” I say as I pull her into another hug. “I’m gonna miss you.”
“Same,” she whispers, then turns to look at Koen. “I hope your billionaire husband flies you out here when little one arrives?”
“Of course, Annabelle.” Koen gives her a smile. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
With more hugs and a few tears, we say our goodbyes, and as we pile into the car, I glance out the window, watching the familiar neon lights of Vegas flicker to life as if celebrating with us.
By the time we reach the airport and step back onto the private jet, exhaustion starts to seep in. I let myself collapse into one of the plush seats, my wedding dress riding up slightly as I lean back and the guys settle around me.
The captain’s voice crackles over the intercom. “Lady and gentlemen, we’re ready for takeoff.”
As the engines roar to life and the jet lifts into the air, I glance around at the faces of the men I married.
Sylus is already stretched out, his feet on the table.
Koen is flipping through the photos from the machine, his lips twitching into a smile every now and then.
Nicholas leans back in his seat, arms crossed.
Ace sits next to me, his hand brushing against mine as I lean my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.
Just for a few minutes.
I jolt awake with a gasp, a rush of sensation flooding my body.
A hard length is buried deep inside me, and a wicked tongue flicks over my clit, sending electric jolts of pleasure straight through me.
A soft, breathless moan escapes my lips, and Sylus’s voice, rich with amusement and teasing heat, cuts through the haze.
“Don’t get shy on us now, wifey. You’ve got four marriages to consummate. ”
As my other senses return, I gasp again.
The sight before me is pure, unrestrained indulgence.
Three of my men, all of them naked. Then I notice I’m naked, too, and am sitting on a naked Sylus, who’s sprawled on the bed in the back of the jet.
His hands rest possessively on my hips, holding me steady as he rocks me up and down his cock and against Ace’s mouth, which is nestled between my thighs, his tongue working relentless, devastating magic on my clit.
A growl of satisfaction from him hums against my skin, his stubble brushing my pussy, sending shivers racing up my spine.
On one side, Nicholas presses close, his mouth trailing along my neck, his tongue leaving a searing path in its way while his gravelly voice whispers something unintelligible against my ear.
On the other side, Koen is sucking on my nipple while he massages my breast, and I arch into their touch, my body a live wire of sensation, trembling under their attention.
Sylus tightens his grip on my hips, guiding me to move faster against Ace’s tongue, the friction making my thighs tremble.
The air is thick with heat and low, hungry murmurs, and the intensity of their focus leaves me teetering on the edge of surrender.
Every kiss, every touch, every glance sets me alight, the overwhelming bliss drawing me further into them, into us.
“Fuck…” I gasp, my breath hitching in short, desperate pants. My head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure builds. “This is… oh God…”
Behind me, Sylus chuckles as his lips brush my ear. “Told you, Sparkle. I’m the main husband. The rest of them? Just your side husbands.”
A breathless laugh escapes me, shaky and tinged with disbelief at his audacity, but it dissolves into a moan as Ace’s tongue presses harder against my clit. “Shut up and fuck me, Sylus.”
His growl is primal, a low rumble of satisfaction as his teeth sink into the curve of my throat. The sharp sting makes me gasp, but then his hips surge upward, filling me completely, and the sensation rips a cry from my lips.
Koen’s lips find mine, swallowing my cries as if to claim them for himself. His hand cradles my jaw, tilting my head to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping over mine. Every inch of me feels consumed, wanted, and worshiped.
Nicholas’s lips trail fire along my collarbone before he takes my nipple into his mouth.
His tongue flicks against the hardened peak, his teeth grazing it.
It’s a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, shooting straight to my core and making me clamp down on Sylus, who grips my hips tighter, angling me just right as he pounds into me, his low growls and grunts fanning the flames in my belly.
“That’s it, Sparkle. Take it all. You’re fucking perfect for us.”
My head spins with sensation, my body tightening as I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge. My fingers dig into Koen’s hair, tugging him closer as his mouth works its magic on mine.
Time blurs, the world narrowing to the pleasure coursing through me and the men surrounding me, their need mirroring my own. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating, and I don’t want it to stop.
“Come for us, baby,” Sylus murmurs in my ear, his voice dripping with need.
And I do. With a cry that Koen swallows in a deep, consuming kiss, my body shatters.
Pleasure explodes through me, leaving me breathless, boneless, and utterly spent as my hands clutch at Nicholas, my nails digging in as the intensity steals the strength from my limbs.
The world tilts and narrows to this moment, to the hands and bodies grounding me, to the men who love me and have vowed to share their lives with me.
As I float back down from the high of my release, my body still trembling with the aftershocks, Sylus keeps moving inside me, his thrusts slow, each one dragging out every last pulse of pleasure.
His cock stretches me perfectly, and despite the haze of my orgasm, I’m acutely aware of how full he makes me feel.
My head falls back against his shoulder as I moan. “You feel so good.”
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, his breath hot against my neck as he kisses the sensitive spot just below my ear. “Glad you think so, Sparkle. But don’t get too comfortable,” he teases, his tone wicked. “There are three other cocks that want to get inside you tonight.”
“Speaking of…” Ace’s hands are on me, pulling me from Sylus’s lap and into his arms. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and my arms loop around his neck as he cradles me effortlessly. His lips find mine for a brief but searing kiss, his stubble scratching deliciously against my skin.
Ace’s eyes hold mine as he carefully lays me on the bed. The intensity in his gaze makes my breath hitch when he leans over me, bracing himself on his arms. “You’re stunning like this,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose. “Every time I see you, it gets harder to breathe.”