Epilogue 3
"Good girl," Thane rumbles from somewhere nearby.
I force my eyes open, meeting his heated gaze. He stands beside the bed, slowly stroking his massive cock as he watches. Beside him, Wraith's blue eyes burn with hunger, his sharp teeth glinting like short blades.
Seeing them there, waiting their turn, sends another wave of arousal crashing through me. I clench around Whiskey and Plague, making them both groan.
Valek's hips stutter, his rhythm faltering. "Fuck, I'm close," he grits out.
I hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath. He curses in Vrissian, his grip tightening in my hair.
"Fuck yes," he growls. "Make me come, little omega."
I double my efforts, taking him as deep as I can. The metal studs of his piercings drag along my tongue as I work him with my mouth. His cock swells, the first hints of his knot pressing against my lips.
"Don't knot her mouth," Thane warns him. "None of us are knotting her yet."
"Wildcat, you'd better suck every last drop," Whiskey growls to me. "If even a drop gets on my fucking face?—"
"Shut the fuck up," Valek hisses at Whiskey, softening slightly in my mouth.
I suck harder, biting down slightly so he can't pull out and get his come on Whiskey's face, my tongue working Valek's piercings as much as I can with his shaft filling my mouth entirely. It works. Valek lets out a strangled, guttural snarl as he lets go, his come pulsing down the back of my tongue. I swallow reflexively, choking slightly as his release floods my mouth and throat. When he starts pulling back, I keep sucking, following through with Whiskey's demand so a brawl doesn't kick off in my nest.
Valek makes a choking sound, utterly wrecked, but when he tries to pull away again, I bite down harder. " Fuck ?—!"
When I'm sure I've milked Valek dry and he isn't going to drip onto Whiskey, I finally release him from between my lips. My jaw aches pleasantly as Valek falls back into the pillows surrounding the edge of the nest, panting and utterly wrecked. A surge of pride rushes through me at reducing the usually composed alpha to such a state.
"Holy… fuck," Valek pants.
I don't have time to bask in my accomplishment before Thane is moving toward me, his massive cock jutting out before him. My mouth waters at the sight, but uncertainty flashes in his dark eyes.
Probably because I just bit Valek.
Whiskey snorts beneath me. "This whole setup feels pretty fuckin' precarious. Not sure I want to risk you coming all over my face."
Valek's mocking voice drifts over from his pillow nest. "Oh, you weren't as afraid with me?"
A low growl rumbles through Whiskey's chest, vibrating through my ribcage. "Fuck off before I kick you out of the nest."
"It isn't your nest. You have no authority here," Valek drawls.
Their bickering fades into background noise as the alphas start to reposition me. Strong hands lift me off Whiskey's cock, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness. But before I can protest, I'm being turned and arranged into a new position.
I find myself on my hands and knees, Whiskey's slick crown pressing against my ass from behind. I feel something happening beneath me, too, and it takes me a moment to realize it's Plague, slipping in on his back between Whiskey's knees to bury his face in my pussy as he strokes his own length. It's hard to see what's happening from this angle, and when I turn my head forward again, Thane is kneeling in front of me, his cock level with my face.
I gasp and whimper as Whiskey's thick cock slowly pushes into my ass, stretching me open. He's slightly thicker than Plague, but Plague's tongue lapping at my wet pussy distracts me from the burn. My arms tremble as I try to hold myself up, overwhelmed.
Thane's massive cock bobs in front of me, a bead of precome glistening enticingly on the tip. I dart my tongue out to taste him, savoring the salty-sweet flavor. He growls, one hand coming to tangle in my hair.
"That's it, little one," he rumbles.
I part my lips, letting him guide his cock into my mouth. The stretch is intense. He's so big, I can barely fit him past my teeth. But I've done it before, and I can do it again. Even if I hadn't, the primal part of my brain that's taken over in the throes of heat demands more.
I need to be filled.
Claimed.
Marked.
Whiskey starts to move behind me, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he fucks my ass. Each thrust pushes me forward, driving Thane's cock deeper down my throat. I gag slightly, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I force myself to relax and take him deeper.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Whiskey groans. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. The slight pain only makes this feel so much better, sparks racing along my nerves.
Plague's tongue swirls around my clit in maddening circles before dipping lower to thrust inside me. The wet sounds of his mouth working my pussy fill the air, mingling with our moans and growls. I rock back against him desperately, chasing more of that exquisite friction.
My mind goes blank, reduced to pure animal instinct. All I can focus on is the feeling of being filled from both ends, of pleasuring my alphas while they carry me with them. Heat coils low in my core, winding tighter and tighter with each thrust.
Thane's hips start to move faster, fucking my mouth in earnest now. Saliva drips down my chin as I struggle to breathe around his girth. His cock hits the back of my throat with each thrust, choking me.
But I love it.
Love feeling owned and possessed by him.
"You're so brave," he praises, voice rough with arousal. "Such a good girl."
His words send a fresh surge of slick gushing down my thighs. Plague moans against my pussy, lapping it up eagerly. The vibrations from his voice send shockwaves radiating through me from my pussy to the tip of my nose until my whole face is buzzing.
Whiskey's thrusts grow more erratic, his breathing harsh and shallow. "Fuck, I'm close," he grits out. The edge of his knot catches on my rim with each thrust, threatening to pop inside.
Part of me wants it desperately. Wants to be tied to him, filled with his seed. But they agreed no knotting yet. Not until they've all had their turn with me. So I clench down harder, eliciting a ragged growl from him.
" Fuck , she's tight…"
As if reading my mind, Thane growls at him. Warning him without words to pull out when he comes.
Whiskey lets out a frustrated groan and his hips snap forward faster, chasing his release, my ass grinding against his pelvis and stomach. The force of his thrusts rocks me forward, shoving Thane's cock impossibly deeper down my throat. His thick throbbing shaft muffles my whimper and I dig my fingertips into the sheets and blankets of my nest, focusing on breathing through my nose.
Plague's tongue works faster against my clit, two fingers sliding inside to curl against that spot that makes me see stars and writhe in total desperation. The dual sensations of fullness and the relentless pressure on my most sensitive areas quickly pushes me toward the edge.
The first wave crashes over me without warning. I cry out around Thane's cock, barely able to make a sound around it, my whole body tensing as ecstasy rolls through me. My pussy clenches rhythmically around Plague's fingers as he works me through it, drawing out every last aftershock.
The force of my climax seems to trigger Whiskey's. He pulls out just in time, his cock pulsing as he paints my lower back and Plague's abdomen with ropes of hot come. The feeling of it splashing against my overheated skin makes me shiver and grind against Plague's face.
Thane follows soon after, his hands tightening in my hair as he spills down my throat with a guttural groan. I gulp reflexively, choking slightly again as I try to swallow it all. Some escapes, dripping from the corners of my mouth. I'm already so full of come from Valek, I can't possibly swallow every last drop.
As the aftershocks fade, I slump forward, ass in the air, utterly spent. All I can do is twitch and jerk as Plague keeps eating me out, his growls muffled by my pussy as he comes into his hand, the ropes spraying Whiskey's thigh.
But the fire in my veins hasn't been fully quenched.
My heat is far from over.
Gentle hands help me onto my back. I blink up at my alphas through hazy eyes, a lazy smile spreading across my face. They look just as wrecked as I feel, chests heaving as they try to catch their breath.
"Holy shit," Whiskey pants, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "That was..."
"Incredible," Plague finishes, licking his lips. His chin glistens with my slick.
Wraith climbs over me, his low growls rumbling with the echoes of the broken purr I love so much. His massive hands grip my waist as he lifts me effortlessly, positioning me on his lap over his thick cock. I cling to his broad shoulders, my legs trembling as I straddle his lap. His blue eyes burn into mine, pupils blown wide with lust.
"Please," I whimper, grinding against him desperately. My pussy clenches around nothing, aching to be filled again even though I'm full of so much come, my stomach is cramping. "I need you."
A low rumble builds in his chest as he slowly lowers me onto his length. I cry out as he stretches me open, my oversensitive walls fluttering around him. He holds me still once he's fully seated, giving me time to adjust. His hands span my ribcage, thumbs brushing reverently against the undersides of my breasts. I lean forward, pressing my forehead against his as I try to catch my breath.
He rumbles again, the vibrations sending little shockwaves through my core. Slowly, carefully, he starts to move. His hips roll up into me as he lifts me with those strong arms, setting a steady rhythm.
I'm vaguely aware of movement behind me. Hands grip my hips, different from Wraith's. Thane's deep voice rumbles in my ear.
"Room for one more?"
Before I can process his words, I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my ass. My eyes widen as I realize what he means to do.
"Oh fuck," I gasp as Thane starts to push inside.
The stretch is almost unbearable as he pushes into my ass, but I'm too far gone to care. My body burns for them, craving more even as I feel impossibly full. Wraith holds me still with a soft, reassuring growl as Thane slowly sheathes himself inside me.
"Fuck," I gasp, my forehead pressed against Wraith's as I try to breathe through the overwhelming sensations. "So full..."
Wraith rumbles soothingly, the vibrations traveling through my entire body. His blue eyes lock onto mine, filled with a mix of concern and burning desire. I cling to his broad shoulders, using him as an anchor as Thane starts to move.
The first few thrusts are slow, careful. But as my body adjusts, accepting them both, the pace quickens. Wraith lifts me with those impossibly strong arms, only to let gravity pull me back down onto their cocks. Each time I sink down, Thane drives up to meet me. The counterpoint of their movements has me seeing stars, pleasure spiking through me with every thrust.
I'm vaguely aware that I'm making noise. High, keening cries that I barely recognize as my own voice. But I can't stop. Can't control anything as they fuck me relentlessly, taking me higher and higher.
"You're doing so good," Thane growls in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. His encouragement sends another wave of heat through me. I try to respond, to tell him how good it feels to be theirs, but all that comes out is a broken moan.
The crown of a cock bumps my lips and I look up through glazed eyes to see familiar piercings a few inches from my face. I blink, trying to focus. Valek is standing behind Wraith, bent forward a little because of the slope of the ceiling of my nesting room, his silver eyes gleaming with renewed hunger.
When did he recover?
How long have we been doing this?
Time has lost all meaning in the throes of my heat. I don't even know when Plague and Whiskey turned to each other, Plague gasping and panting on his back as he comes undone with Whiskey sucking his cock next to us. Plague's hand is gripping my upper thigh, clinging to me like a lifeline as Whiskey milks him dry.
Before I can process what's happening, Valek's pressing his cock against my lips. "Can't let my brothers have all the fun," he purrs.
Thane growls in clear agitation like he's about to correct him, but he doesn't. It's distant, anyway, overshadowed by the overwhelming need coursing through me. Without thinking, I part my lips, accepting Valek's cock into my mouth. The familiar salty taste of him floods my senses as he pushes deeper.
"Fuck," Valek hisses. "Still so eager for it..."
I can barely breathe, impaled on three cocks at once. My body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure and pain. I don't know where I end and they begin anymore. We're a tangle of limbs and sensations, moving together in a primal rhythm.
The feeling of Plague's hand moving to my clit as Wraith thrusts into me drives me further off the brink of comprehending what's happening. I moan around Valek's shaft as they keep every inch of my body busy, my arms feeling like they're simultaneously boneless and made of lead even as I cling to Wraith for purchase.
Wraith's arms tighten around me, holding me close as Thane and Valek fuck into me from behind and above. His scarred jaw brushes against my cheek as he nuzzles into my neck, a low, constant growling purr rumbling through his chest.
The alphas find their rhythm, working together to drive me higher and higher. Thane's thick cock stretches my ass impossibly wide with each thrust. Wraith fills my pussy so completely, the edge of his knot catching on my entrance. And Valek fucks my mouth with wild abandon, his pierced cock hitting the back of my throat.
The coil of heat in my core winds tighter and tighter as Plague's skilled fingers work my clit. His touch is relentless, precise, stoking the inferno raging through my veins. I grind desperately against Wraith and Thane's cocks, chasing that elusive peak. Their knots swell, catching on my rim with each thrust, teasing me with the promise of fullness.
I need more. Need to be stretched, filled, claimed completely.
The alphas' scents mingle in the air, thick with arousal and possessiveness. It makes my head spin, my omega instincts screaming to submit, to let them take me fully. To be knotted and marked.
“Please,” I try to choke out, but my voice is muffled by Valek’s cock and the word comes out as a breathy cry. I pull off his cock with a gasp, his round studs bumping against my swollen lips. "Please," I whimper, my voice hoarse and desperate. "I need... I need..."
"What do you need, little one?" Thane growls in my ear, his hips snapping forward harder.
"Your knots," I choke out. "Please, I need your knots. Any of you. All of you. I don't care, just... please!”
That seems to break the last of their restraint. Wraith surges up, his sharp teeth grazing my bottom lip as he presses his jaws to my lips. At the same time, Thane's mouth latches onto the junction of my neck and shoulder, sucking hard. Valek strokes himself next to us so I can breathe, watching intently as I come undone, his eyes glinting like mercury in the low lighting of my nest.
They move in perfect sync, driving into me harder, faster. Their knots swell further, catching on my entrances with each thrust.
"That's it," Plague murmurs encouragingly, his fingers never stopping their relentless assault on my clit. "Take them, Ivy. You can do it."
With a final, powerful thrust, Wraith and Thane push their knots past my entrances. I scream as they lock inside me, stretching me impossibly wide. The flash of pain quickly gives way to overwhelming pleasure as they start to come, flooding me with their hot seed.
My body convulses between them, clenching rhythmically around their pulsing cocks, my stomach cramping from the overwhelming fullness. Stars burst behind my eyelids as wave after wave of ecstasy washes through me.
I'm vaguely aware of Valek cursing in Vrissian, his hips jerking as he spills across my breasts and collarbone. The feeling of his hot come painting my skin only intensifies my pleasure.
Plague's fingers move faster against my oversensitive clit, drawing out my bliss until I'm a trembling, incoherent mess. Through the haze of pleasure, I hear him let out a strangled groan. His hips buck up into Whiskey's mouth as he comes again, his whole body shuddering.
Time loses all meaning as we ride out our shared climax. It feels like I’m floating away on the lake, anchored only by the feeling of my alphas' bodies pressed against mine. Their hands roam over my sweat-slicked skin, soothing and possessive. Soft words of praise and adoration wash over me, though I can't make out individual voices anymore.
As the intensity begins to ebb, I become aware of the ache in my jaw, the slight burn where I'm stretched around Wraith and Thane's knots. But it's a good ache. A reminder of how thoroughly I've been claimed.
I nuzzle into Wraith's neck, breathing in his wild, earthy scent. His arms tighten around me, holding me close. Behind me, Thane presses gentle kisses along my shoulder, his stubble scraping pleasantly against my sensitive skin.
All my alphas are purring, and so am I.
"Our perfect girl," Plague murmurs, his hand moving from my clit to stroke my hair.
I hum contentedly, too blissed out to form words. My body feels heavy, satiated in a way I've never experienced before. The heat that's been burning through me for hours has finally been quenched—and least for now—leaving me boneless and sleepy.
Whiskey's rough chuckle reaches my ears. "I think we broke her."
"Fuck off," I mumble, though there's no heat in it. I can't even summon the energy to open my eyes.
"There she is," Valek purrs, amusement clear in his voice. "I was starting to worry we'd fucked her mute."
I bask in the afterglow, surrounded by my alphas, their purrs vibrating through me. The ache where I'm stretched around Wraith and Thane's knots is a pleasant reminder of how thoroughly I've been claimed.
But there's one more step to make this complete.
"It's time," I murmur, my voice hoarse from screaming. "I want you to mark me. All of you."
The purring stops abruptly. I can feel the tension coming off them, a mix of desire and hesitation.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Plague asks softly, his hand stilling in my hair even though it sounds like it's killing him to ask. "Once it's done, there's no going back."
I nod dizzily. "I'm sure. I want this. I want this pack to be mine, forever."
Whiskey lets out a shaky breath. "Fuck, wildcat. You don’t know what this means to us."
But I do. I can see it in their eyes, feel it in the way their bodies tense around me. This is everything they've wanted, everything they've been afraid to hope for.
And the same goes for me.
"Wraith," I say, turning to nuzzle against his scarred jaw. "I want you to go first."
He pulls back slightly, confusion evident in those blue eyes, usually so sharp and intense. Now, there’s only warmth there. His hands move to sign to me.
Will hurt more when I mark you.
"Part of where the mark will be is already scarred," I explain, reaching up to trace the scars on his face as he gazes at me. "From when I burned off my omega designation." I swallow hard, pushing away the memories of that pain. "Your teeth are so sharp... they'll cut through the scar tissue easily."
Understanding dawns in Wraith's eyes, followed quickly by more concern.
Don’t know if I can be that gentle.
"I trust you," I insist, pressing closer to him despite the slight discomfort of shifting on his knot. "Please, Wraith. I want it to be you."
He stares at me for a long moment, conflict raging in those expressive eyes. I can see him weighing the risks, his protective instincts warring with the obvious desire to claim me as his own.
Finally, he lets out a low, rumbling growl that vibrates through my entire body. He nods once, a sharp jerk of his head.
"If he goes too deep…" Thane says from behind me, his voice tight with concern.
"I trust him," I say firmly. "I trust all of you."
Wraith's massive hands come up to cup my face, those rough fingers so gentle against my skin. He leans in slowly, giving me every chance to change my mind. But I don't want to. I tilt my head, baring my neck to him in a gesture of complete submission.
His breath is hot against my skin as he nuzzles into my neck. I feel the sharp points of his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh and shiver. Not with fear, but with excitement and anticipation.
"Do it," I whisper.
Wraith hesitates for just a moment longer. Then, with aching slowness, he closes his jaws around the crook of my neck and his razor-sharp teeth sink in.
The pain is immediate and intense. It feels like being marked by knives. I cry out, my body tensing around the knots still locked inside me. But beneath the pain, there's something else. A rush of warmth that has nothing to do with my fading heat and everything to do with the primal act of being claimed.
I feel the moment Wraith breaks through the scar tissue. It's a strange sensation, pain layered over numbness where the nerves were damaged. But then his tongue is there, lapping at the wound simultaneously, and the pain begins to fade.
As Wraith gently withdraws his sharp teeth and pulls back, I feel the bond snap into place. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before. Suddenly, I'm acutely aware of him in a way I never have been. I feel a rush of his emotions—his love, his fierce protectiveness, his lingering guilt at causing me pain.
"Thank you," I murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to his blood-stained teeth.
You okay? he signs.
“More than okay,” I say breathlessly as warmth spreads from my new mark throughout my body, mingling with the blood trickling down my chest and back in rivulets.
He rumbles softly, nuzzling against me. I can feel his relief and his happiness through our new bond, and it makes me smile.
"You’re next,” I whisper to Thane, glancing back at him. The concern in his gaze is clear, but when he sees I’m okay, his lips curve with a relieved smile.
He wordlessly brushes his lips against the crook of my neck, tasting my blood, licking the cuts from Wraith’s already closing mark to mingle their saliva before it seals. I tilt my head to give him better access to the other side of my neck. His stubble scrapes pleasantly against my skin as he leans in. Unlike Wraith, he doesn't hesitate. His teeth sink into my flesh immediately, making me gasp.
The pain is different this time. Sharper, more focused. But it fades quickly, replaced by the heady rush of another bond snapping into place. I'm flooded with Thane's emotions. His fierce love, his unwavering loyalty, the depth of his commitment to our pack. To me.
As Thane pulls back, licking the wound closed, I feel myself relaxing further. I hear voices around me, coordinating the next bites, but I’m content to just lose myself in the sea of bliss. When I’m finally relaxed enough for Wraith and Thane to pull out of me, I find myself on Valek’s lap, which I realize only because his piercings are bumping against my entrance.
Valek's silver eyes burn into mine as he slowly lowers me onto his cock. The metal studs of his piercings drag deliciously against my inner walls, making me shudder. I'm so sensitive after everything we've done, but the fire in my veins still rages. My heat isn't over yet.
I whimper as he bottoms out, feeling impossibly full once again. My thighs tremble as I try to hold myself up, overwhelmed. Valek's lean muscles flex beneath me as he starts to move, drawing gasps from me.
The others watch with hungry eyes. Whiskey strokes himself lazily, while Plague's fingers trail along my spine. Thane and Wraith are still recovering, but their gazes are no less intense.
"Look at you," Valek murmurs, one hand coming up to cup my face. "So beautiful. So perfect for us."
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I rock against him desperately, chasing more friction. The piercings in his cock hit spots inside me that make my toes curl, and I can't help the breathy moans that escape me with each thrust.
"Please," I gasp, not even sure what I'm begging for.
Valek growls as if he knows exactly, his hips snapping up harder. "You need to be claimed. Marked. Made ours forever."
"Yes," I whimper, clinging to his shoulders. “Please, Valek. Mark me.”
He gives me that wolfish grin I love so much. "As you wish, little omega."
With a final, powerful thrust, Valek's knot pops inside me. The stretch is intense, almost painful, but then he's coming and the pleasure drowns out everything else. Hot spurts of his release flood me as his teeth sink in, right over Wraith's mark.
I scream as another orgasm crashes through me, clenching rhythmically around Valek's pulsing cock. Through the haze of pleasure, I feel the third bond snap into place. Valek's emotions flood me. Possessiveness, love, and a depth of all-encompassing worship that makes me dizzy. This man would do anything for me. He’d tear the moon out of the sky if he thought it would make me smile.
I nuzzle into his neck, overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment. His arms tighten around me, holding me close as the aftershocks roll through us both. His purr vibrates through my chest, comforting and possessive all at once. I feel boneless, utterly spent, but so incredibly full. Not just physically, but emotionally too.
As the intensity begins to ebb, I become aware of the others moving around us. Gentle hands stroke my back, my thighs, my hair. Soft words of praise and adoration wash over me, though I can't quite make out individual voices.
I hum contentedly, too blissed out to form words anyway. My body feels heavy, satiated in a way I've never experienced before.
Valek shifts slightly, his knot tugging at my sensitive flesh. I whimper at the sensation, and he soothes me with gentle kisses along my shoulder as he pulls out. But before I can voice my displeasure at being empty again, strong arms are lifting me, cradling me against a wall of padded muscle.
I blink blearily, trying to focus. Whiskey grins down at me, his honey-brown eyes warm. "Our turn, wildcat," he rumbles. "I want that tight little ass again."
Plague comes up in front of me, his fingertips ghosting over Thane's sealing marks. “Here?” he asks, glancing up at Whiskey.
“Sounds good,” Whiskey says gruffly. “Both at the same time?”
“As one,” Plague agrees.
My heart races as Whiskey and Plague position themselves on either side of me. Their skin is feverishly hot against mine as Whiskey's bulk presses against my back while Plague faces me, his pale blue eyes dark with hunger.
"Ready, wildcat?" Whiskey rumbles in my ear, his stubble scraping pleasantly against my neck.
I nod, finding myself beyond words again. My body aches to be filled again, claimed by these two alphas who love me and each other. As Whiskey lifts me slightly, I whimper as I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my aching ass. At the same time, Plague's hands grip my hips, guiding me onto his length.
The stretch as they enter me simultaneously is almost too much. I cry out, my head falling back against Whiskey's muscled shoulder as they slowly push deeper. The contrast of Whiskey's thick cock in my ass and Plague's in my pussy takes me to the brink again, and then I’m hurtling beyond, convulsing and writhing.
"Fuck," Whiskey hisses through gritted teeth. "So tight…"
Plague's fingers dig into my hips, his usually controlled expression cracking as he bottoms out inside me. "Breathe, Ivy," he murmurs, though his voice is strained. "Just relax."
I try to follow his instructions, forcing my muscles to unclench. It's a challenge with both of them buried so deep inside me, but as the initial discomfort fades, waves of pleasure start to roll through me. I rock experimentally, grinding down onto them, and all three of us groan and growl in unison. I cling to Plague's shoulders, my nails digging in as I try to ground myself so I don’t pass out.
Whiskey's hands roam over my body from behind, rough and possessive. He palms my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as he fucks up into me. His cock stretches me so wide, the edge of his knot catching on my rim with each thrust. Behind me, I can feel the rumble of his growls vibrating through his chest.
"Oh fuck," I gasp as he starts to work tight circles around the sensitive bud. I’m not just close this time, I’m gone. I can barely register where I am anymore. Up in the stars, maybe.
"Come for us," Plague commands, his voice rough. "Let go, Ivy. We've got you."
His words, combined with a particularly deep thrust from Whiskey, send me hurtling over the edge. I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me, my body convulsing between them. My inner walls clench rhythmically around their cocks as they shove their knots into me, drawing twin groans from the alphas.
But it's not over yet. The moment their knots lock inside me, filling me up, I feel them shift. Their breath is hot on my skin as they nuzzle the same area on the side Thane marked, and I know what's coming.
"Ours," Whiskey growls.
"Forever," Plague adds.
Their teeth sink into my shoulder in perfect unison and their bonds snap into place simultaneously. I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. A tidal wave of emotions crashes over me, threatening to pull me under. Whiskey's fierce passion and unwavering loyalty mingle with Plague's deep, abiding love and what feels strangely like worship, too.
As they gently withdraw their teeth, their tongues lap at the wounds, sealing them closed. The sting fades quickly, replaced by a warmth that spreads through my entire body.
I feel... complete.
Whole in a way I've never experienced before.
I rumble with purrs as the world narrows down to this moment, to the feeling of being utterly claimed and possessed by these alphas.
All their hands roam over my sweat-slicked skin, soothing and possessive all at once. Soft growls and purrs rumble through their chests, vibrating against me from both sides. My arms and legs and spine all feel as if they're full of lead as I'm lifted off Plague and Whiskey and cradled in the center of the pack, surrounded by love and protection.
"You should bite us all, too," Valek purrs, breaking the silence. "It's not fair to the rest of the pack that I'm the only one who will bear a mark from you tonight."
"Wait, not my dick," Whiskey says defensively as Plague breathes a husky laugh from somewhere else in the nest.
"Doesn't have to be your dick," Valek says dryly.
I blink slowly, trying to focus through the haze of pleasure and exhaustion. Valek's words take a moment to register in my foggy brain.
Bite them?
Mark them as mine?
I'm so pleasantly tired that I don't think I have the energy to stay awake for much longer, but the idea of claiming my alphas in return is waking me up a little bit.
"Can I?" I ask, my voice hoarse.
Plague's fingers card gently through my hair. "Of course," he says softly. "Omega marks don't have the same... biological intensity as alpha marks, but they mean just as much."
"Then I want to," I murmur. "I want to mark all of you."
Wraith lets out a soft, purring growl at my words.
Thane nods. "We're yours, little one."
I turn in their arms to Wraith first. "You," I murmur, reaching up to trace his jagged scars, softer now than they were before the treatment. "I want to mark you here." I tap gently just below his ear at the top of his neck, in one of the few unmarred patches of skin.
He rumbles softly, tilting his head to give me better access. My teeth graze his skin with a gentle lick before I sink my canines in. The taste of his blood floods my mouth, coppery and sharp. As I release him, lapping gently at the wound, our connection thrums with a spike of joy at belonging to me.
Thane is next. He watches me with those dark, intense eyes, waiting patiently for my decision. "For you," I murmur, trailing my fingers down his chest. "Right here." I tap the spot over his heart.
Thane's breath catches as I lean in. His skin is warm beneath my lips as I press a soft kiss to the spot before sinking my teeth in. His purr intensifies, his hand coming up to tangle in my hair before I pull away.
Whiskey shifts impatiently beside me, drawing my attention. His honey-brown eyes are darker as he watches me. "What about me, wildcat? Where do you want to mark me?"
My hands roam over his broad chest and the solid muscle beneath. Then, decisively, I lean down and bite the junction where his neck meets his shoulder, knowing he'll be proud to show off the scar there. When I pull back, admiring the neat marks from my canines, he looks at me adoringly.
Finally, I turn to Plague. "And you," I murmur, reaching for him. "I know exactly where I want to mark you." I gently take his hand in mine, turning it palm up. Then, maintaining eye contact, I sink my canines into the meat of his thumb.
Plague inhales sharply, his fingers curling reflexively. When I release him, laving my tongue over the bite before he pulls away, he gazes at his palm like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
My freshly marked alphas close in around me once more, forming a cocoon of solid warm muscle. It doesn't take long before I start losing the fight to stay awake, drifting in and out of sleep as their purrs vibrate through me, a constant reminder that I'm not alone anymore.
That I'll never be alone again.
The marks on my neck tingle pleasantly, five distinct bonds humming with love and contentment. I feel each of them through these connections now, their emotions mingling with mine as all our souls knit together.
As sleep tugs at the edges of my mind, my thoughts wander back to that scared, feral omega hiding in the woods. The one who'd rather die than submit to an alpha's claim. The one who burned off her own designation mark.
If I could go back in time, what would I tell her?
Would she even believe me if I tried to explain how everything would change? That she'd find not just one alpha to trust, but five? That she'd willingly—eagerly—be marked and claimed by the entire pack?
I imagine finding her huddled in one of her hidden dens, wild-eyed and ready to fight. Ready to die before letting any alpha touch her. I'd tell her that one day, she'll understand that being loved doesn't have to mean being owned.
I'd tell her about Wraith, the feral alpha the world sees as a monster and how he would become her fiercest protector. About how his silent strength would become her anchor in the storm.
About Thane, whose quiet authority would make her feel safe instead of trapped. How his dark eyes would always watch over her, not to control, but to protect.
About Plague, whose careful distance would give her room to spread her wings and be heard. How the prince who became a ghost would help her find her own kind of royalty.
About Whiskey, who loves fully and recklessly. The alpha who would burn the world for her and set off fireworks to celebrate, reveling in the chaos.
And about Valek, who'd teach her that even the most broken pieces can fit together to make something beautiful. That redemption is possible even for those who think they can't be saved.
I would tell that feral omega that one day, she'll understand what real strength is. That it's not about fighting alone, but about knowing when to let others fight beside you. That true freedom isn't the absence of bonds, but choosing the ones that make you stronger. Choosing your family.
And I choose them.
Every single day, I choose them.
My alphas.
My pack.
My home.
The End.