Epilogue
TWO YEARS LATER
“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this,” Manny grumbles. His fingers twitch where they are entwined with mine, fidgeting as he stops himself from pulling off the blindfold wrapped around his head.
Quinn, my tattoo artist, snickers from Manny’s opposite side.
He’d been reluctant to agree to my request to do a surprise tattoo until I’d explained it.
Then he had been all in, swearing it was the ‘most romantic Alpha shit he’d ever seen.
’ His hands are steady as he finishes the shading on the design and wipes it clean.
Manny hadn’t taken nearly as much convincing as Quinn did, despite not knowing what he would walk away with. My heart swells with pride knowing he trusts me to do this. Not that I would give him a shitty tattoo. I’m not a complete dick.
“Alright. Ready for the reveal?” Quinn asks me, but Manny responds with an exasperated, “Yes!”
Releasing his hand, I help untie the blindfold, suddenly nervous. Foster and Hannah had both loved my idea, but there’s a chance Manny will hate it. If he does… well, I’ll pay to have it removed after it heals.
He blinks several times, adjusting to the light after sitting in the dark for so long.
When he glances down and sees the gray-scale replica of the butterfly birthmark from my pack’s Fated connection, his eyes fly to mine.
“That’s…” A tear slips down his cheek. Momentarily, I think he hates it, but then I feel his overwhelming emotions in our bond.
Hate is the farthest from what he’s feeling. “Eres mi vida. Thank you.”
Gripping the back of his neck, I kiss him, long and slow, letting him feel how glad I am to have him in our lives.
When I step back, he continues to stare at the tattoo in wonder as Quinn wraps it and goes over the care instructions.
I’m grinning like a fool as we leave, hand-in-hand, a half hour later.
Making sure my handsome Beta mate feels just as loved and cared for as the mates I am Fate-matched to is important.
I never want him to doubt that he belongs to me as deeply as they do.
His phone chirps as he climbs into the car.
A smile stretches across his lips as he opens the message and leans over to show me.
Kaitlin and Everett are at their abuela’s house for the night, having a sleepover with their cousins.
Ten kids are camped out in their basement theater watching movies and eating way too many snacks.
How his mother handles all of them, I’ll never know.
“Should we grab lunch before or order something to-go after we pick up our mates?” Manny asks, dropping his phone into the cupholder after replying to his mother.
His hand finds my thigh, resting lightly near the crest of my hips.
He’s going to tease me during the drive home, something that always backfires when he finds himself pinned to the floor of Foster’s nest.
Sensing their bonds, I’m not surprised to find them both incredibly aroused.
While I’d taken Manny on our tattoo date, they’d had a date of their own at the spa.
Foster is easily turned on, and the sight of Hannah in a swimsuit or a robe would be enough to set him off.
Hannah isn’t usually so quick to burn, but for the past few weeks, she’s been a spitfire, dragging us around the house for quickies while Everett is down for his nap or entertained by another of his papas.
I have my suspicions about the cause behind her sudden jump in arousal, but I haven’t mentioned it to her yet. I’m waiting to see if she realizes before I bring it up.
“To-go. We’ll pick it up on the way home.”
He chuckles, grabbing his phone again and placing an order at one of our usual takeout spots. “Another night in the nest, then? Sounds like my kind of party.”
We pull up to the spa a few minutes later and find our mates casually making out on the sidewalk.
Yeah, something is definitely up with Hannah.
She’s never shy about affection, but this is pushing her boundaries.
Manny rolls down his window and whistles, cat-calling them.
Red crawls up Hannah’s cheeks as she turns toward us.
“Get your asses in the car so we can go home,” he purrs, blowing them both kisses when Foster sashays to his window and leans in to press a messy kiss to his lips. “Cielo, you taste amazing.”
“Mmmm, I’ll taste even better when I’m done licking our Alpha’s cum out of Hannah’s pussy.”
“Fates, get in before your pheromones send someone into a rut.” I curse, reaching down to adjust my cock where it digs into the zipper of my jeans. We should have ordered delivery so we could get home faster.
Foster laughs, but climbs into the backseat with Hannah. “Don’t tease me, Shep. You know I love it when you rut me.”
Groaning, I drop my head onto the steering wheel.
If it weren’t so fucking dangerous, I’d make him climb up here and suck me off on the way home.
But I won’t ever put them at risk like that, so I’ll suffer through this hard on.
They laugh, enjoying my torture. Arousal is thick in their bonds, so I know I’m not the only one feeling impatient.
We’ve barely parked when Foster flings open his door and swings Hannah into his arms, carrying her into the house.
I follow, stopping in the kitchen to put our food in the fridge to reheat later.
By the time I make it to the nest, Hannah is naked and sitting on Foster’s face, her hands locked in his hair as he licks the cream from her sweet pussy.
Crawling across the nest, I strip my clothes off and toss them aside.
Manny does the same beside me, his eyes heavy as he watches the two of them.
We move in sync, communicating wordlessly as we arrange ourselves.
He settles between Foster’s thighs, hand dropping to grip our Omega’s cock.
I settle behind Hannah, leaning her forward so I can work my way inside her.
Someone promised to lick my cum from her pussy, and I intend to make sure he keeps his word.
When I reach up and cup Hannah’s breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers, she jolts, moaning loudly.
I hide my grin in her hair and focus on building her pleasure.
Slow, rolling thrusts push her clit against Foster’s tongue, guiding her into a languid, shuddering orgasm.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I flip us to our sides, so she lies with her head on his stomach.
Her lips wrap around his cock, sucking him down as Manny fucks his ass, matching my rhythm.
Pleasure echoes down our bond when Foster comes, shouting out his release.
Manny follows him over the edge, groaning as he collapses back onto his heels.
I push into Hannah harder, fingers finding her clit.
Quick flicks with the perfect amount of pressure have her coming again.
The tight vice of her walls squeezing around me sends me over the edge.
Stars dot my vision as I flood her pussy with my seed.
A deep, instinctual need has me reaching down to push it back into her when I pull out.
Shocked brown eyes meet mine as I pull away, bringing those cum-soaked fingers to Foster’s mouth.
“Open.” Heat fills his aquamarine eyes as his lips part, tongue flicking over my skin to lap up our combined release.
“Good boy.” His cock kicks, another spurt of cum splattering his stomach.
He grumbles, tossing an arm over his eyes.
We collapse into a sweaty, cum-covered pile, and catch our breath.
When their stomachs rumble loudly, I laugh and push to my feet. “Come on, my gorgeous mates, let’s shower and eat before one of you starts round two.”
Morning light streams through the skylight. Apparently, we forgot to close the shutter last night, too distracted by enjoying each other’s bodies. Sitting up, I notice Hannah is missing and seek her out.
She’s sitting at the island, holding her head and drinking a cup of tea. She turns when she hears me coming, and gives me a tight smile. Plastering myself to her back, I rest my hands over her stomach and press my lips to her temple. “Good morning, Wildfire.”
“Morning, Alpha.” She sounds exhausted, her voice still thick with sleep.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
She nods, taking another sip of her drink. “Sour stomach.”
My fingers flex against her skin, and I bite my cheek. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
The look she gives me makes me laugh. Boundaries do exist between us, even if it might not seem like it. “Of course you can.”
“When was your last period?”
Hannah freezes, hand hovering over the rim of her cup.
Wide brown eyes fly to mine, and her lips part.
I watch as she thinks back, calculating what I had already guessed.
“I’m pregnant?” Grinning, I flatten my hand on her stomach, feeling the place where our child will grow.
She glances down, hand shifting to rest over mine. “We’re going to have a baby.”
“I bought a few tests, if you’d like to go upstairs and take them.” Her lips tilt into a frown, so I explain, “When you started experiencing these bouts of arousal, I assumed you might be pregnant and grabbed them.”
Helping her stand, she keeps her hand in mine and leads me upstairs.
I head into the closet, taking care of a pile of clothes that were brought up yesterday but weren’t put away.
The bathroom door opens a few minutes later, and I find her standing in the hallway staring down at the pink stick in her hand.
“You’re already an amazing mother, Wildfire, but I cannot wait to take this journey with you.
I missed too much of your last pregnancy.
I want to be there for all of this one. Every doctor’s appointment, the morning sickness, all of it. ”
A watery smile graces her lips as she leans up to kiss me. “Should we tell the others?”