Epilogue #2
Quinn bends down and presses a kiss to her shoulder. “You know we’d tear down the whole damn town just to make you smile.”
Then, with that same soft grin he wears around Blake, he pulls a tiny box from his pocket—slim, wrapped in a pale blue ribbon. When he hands it to her, Sterling looks disarmed. Like she’s never had someone give her something just to make her feel seen.
And maybe she hasn’t.
I still can’t get over the fact that this incredible Omega isn’t used to being pampered.
But I made myself a promise months ago: I’m going to spoil the shit out of her until she finally believes she’s worth every second of it.
She opens the box slowly and lifts out a delicate silver chain. A small pendant glints at the end, catching the twinkle lights above us.
When she brings it closer, she gasps.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathes.
I already know what she’s seeing: a tiny silver anchor, custom-made. Set into the center is a single diamond, and branching off each of the anchor’s three points—three rubies. One for each of us.
We were driftless before we met her.
Unmoored.
She’s the thing that steadied us. The heart of our pack.
“You’re beautiful,” Cass says gently, taking the necklace from her fingers. He brushes her hair aside with tenderness and slowly glides his fingers along the exposed column of her neck, then fastens the clasp at the back.
Sterling lifts the pendant again and stares at it—an unreadable expression on her face. Something between awe and disbelief.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in—every note of cinnamon and vanilla grounding me.
“We just wanted you to feel special tonight,” I murmur.
Because to us, she’s everything .
She wraps one arm around my shoulders, the other reaching back for Cass. “I already do. Because of you. All of you. No matter where I go, I feel it.”
Cass exhales softly and presses a kiss to her temple. “Beautiful girl. We’d chase you to the ends of the earth if that’s what it took to make you believe it.”
“You did chase me through a forest,” she murmurs, teasing—her smile playful, but her voice still breathless.
The memory floods me and, if it’s even possible, I get harder.
Definitely something we’ll be revisiting.
“And we’ll do it again,” Quinn adds, as if he's reading my mind, sliding a slow hand over her bare thigh. “Except next time… we won’t give you a head start.”
Her breath catches, just for a second, and a cascade of goosebumps tightens across her skin.
My Omega likes that idea.
The mood shifts, and the lust that floods her pushes against the bond.
How the hell did we get so lucky?
Sterling shifts, grinding her heat into me with a slow, teasing roll of her hips that steals the breath from my lungs.
I groan.
She does it again—laughing, just for fun. To torment me. To see how far she can push before I can’t take it anymore.
I don’t know if she fully understands what she does to my Alpha—that relentless need she inspires in me to claim her, again and again, over and over, I don’t think it’ll never be enough.
Even now, with our bond thrumming between us, I can feel her heartbeat—her lust, her love—pouring into me.
And still… it’s not enough.
But I don’t care.
As long as she keeps doing it, I’ll let her burn me to the ground.
Then she reaches for them—hands open, inviting—like she’s calling us home.
And we go.
Of course we go.
Like she’s a siren and we’re nothing but ships at sea, helpless to resist the pull of her song, we follow her down into the nest of blankets and pillows.
Cass bends, capturing her mouth in a punishing kiss that has her moaning into him. She grinds against me again—this time harder—riding my hard length through our clothes, a low purring sound vibrating in her throat like it was made just for me.
Pride swells in me, fierce and unbidden. I’m making my Omega feel good.
Her scent explodes around us—sweet cinnamon, honeyed vanilla, and the raw, rich edge of climax beginning to crest. It wraps around my brain like a vice. I don’t think I’ll ever escape the heady rush of her scent. And I don’t want to.
Cass mutters a curse.
“Gods, woman. I want to be inside you,” I groan.
She leans forward and licks the base of my throat. And I lose the last of the restraint I was clinging to.
The projector flickers in the background, the movie playing to no one as she slips her hands beneath my shirt, lifting it slowly.
Her scent blooms—sweet and slick and impossibly good. I groan, lifting her off me just long enough to strip it over my head.
Cass kneels beside us, his big hand gliding up her calf, over the curve of her ass, until he reaches the hem of her sweater. He eases it up—slow, deliberate—peeling it away to reveal flushed, glowing skin.
Her nipples are already tight, her chest rising in shallow breaths.
The last of the dusk light kisses her skin, and the twinkle lights above her make her look almost otherworldly—soft and radiant.
Quinn kneels on her other side, eyes locked on her chest. He leans in, pressing a kiss to one perfect breast before taking her nipple into his mouth with a low, hungry groan.
Sterling moans, soft and broken already, unraveling at the seams. Her hips jerk with each pull of Quinn’s mouth.
“Mine,” I growl against her skin. “Ours.”
She nods frantically. “Yours. All of yours.”
Cass removes the loose scrunchie from her hair, and I watch her arch as those wild curls tumble down her back.
“Too many clothes, princess,” he growls, voice rough enough to scrape bone.
And just like that, she’s gone from my lap—lifted effortlessly into the waiting arms of Cass and Quinn. They strip her slowly, reverently, lavishing her in praise with every inch of skin they reveal.
“Beautiful,” Quinn murmurs, kissing her shoulder.
“Perfect little Omega,” Cass adds, dragging his mouth along the curve of her throat.
I sit up, breath caught in my chest as I watch them devour her. Worship her.
The nest fills with her joy, her heat, her scent—thick and dizzying and sweet.
I strip quickly, restlessness making my hands clumsy. Then I drop back into the pillows, needing her against me, even as I watch her light up in their arms.
Her head is tipped back, eyes closed, lips parted as Cass and Quinn touch every inch of her bare skin.
Cass slides a finger past her lips, groaning at whatever her tongue is doing.
Quinn’s hand dips low, sinking two fingers into her soaked heat with a reverent exhale. Sterling gasps, clinging to him as he pulls them out and licks her slick from his fingers.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, voice thick. “You always taste so damn good.”
Cass, behind her, slides his free hand between her thighs and doesn’t stop at teasing. He slowly presses two fingers deep inside her, making her head snap back and a broken moan spill from her throat.
Her knees buckle. Cass catches her easily, holds her steady as he begins pumping into her—deep, steady, relentless—deeper every time.
She’s gone.
Her hips stutter. Her lips part. Her eyes roll back in unadulterated bliss.
I stroke myself harder, faster, transfixed by the way she comes apart between them.
Riding the edge, rising?—
Higher. Higher?—
Until she breaks.
And gods, I can taste it.
She’s come on my tongue too many times to count. It’s etched in my brain—how she clenches, how her slick pours, how she gasps and twists when she tips over the edge.
She shatters again, a keening cry escaping her lips, desperate and wild and beautiful.
My balls tighten. My breath hitches.
One more sound like that and I’ll come in my damn hand.
Quinn leans in, whispering something in her ear that makes her gasp.
Her gaze finds mine—wide, dilated, ravenous.
That’s all it takes.
They lift her together—Cass and Quinn carrying her like she’s weightless, guiding her toward me.
I lie back, cock twitching, heart pounding.
They lower her slowly, her thighs spread, heat dripping, body trembling.
She slides down my body, kissing my neck, biting at my shoulder.
“Enough of that, woman—or I’ll come right here.”
“Alpha,” she whimpers. “Need you.”
Then she shifts her hips, lining herself up with the head of my cock?—
And sinks down with a whimper.
The moment I breach her, her breath shudders.
The stretch is deep. Tight. Almost too much.
Almost.
And I lose control.
I grip her hips and thrust up hard, burying myself to the hilt.
She moans low?—
Not from pain, but from that overwhelmed, blissed-out place only an Alpha can drag her into.
“Alpha,” she gasps, head falling forward, hands braced on my chest. “JP?—”
“That’s it,” I growl, snapping my hips. “Take it, Omega. Take all of me.”
And she does.
Her walls flutter around me, already close, already desperate.
My knot swells, bumping her tight entrance—aching for more.
Cass kneels behind her, his legs bracketing mine. I feel his fingers stroke through her slick, gathering it and trailing higher… all the way to her ass.
She gasps, tightening around me at the dual sensation.
Quinn strokes her hair, voice soft and full of praise. “Feel that, baby? How perfect you take him? You were made for this. Made for us.”
She kisses him, messy and breathless.
And I fuck her harder, faster, deeper—soaked in her heat and slick and sweetness.
I know the exact moment Cass sinks a finger into her.
“Cass—” she gasps, jerking in my arms, momentary shock giving way to bliss.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, already pressing one thick finger into her other hole. “Just breathe.”
She cries out as he starts moving—slow, shallow strokes—opening her up while I’m still buried to the hilt.
She looks up at Quinn and reaches for his hand, eyes glassy with need. Slowly, she guides his fingers between her thighs, her breath hitching.
“Touch me,” she whispers. “Please. I—I need?—”
Quinn groans like the words wreck him. “Fuck, beautiful... I need to be buried inside you.”
He shifts down beside us, finding her clit with two fingers—soft circles at first, teasing, gentle—then pressing harder with purpose.
I’m so close I can’t see straight.
Cass keeps working her slowly, steadily, while I hold her hips still, stopping her from grinding down.
She starts to tremble. Her breath goes ragged. The pleasure builds between all of us—hot, tight, overwhelming.
And I keep her pinned, while Cass sinks deeper and Quinn strokes her until she shatters—again—crying out, her whole body convulsing as the orgasm rips through her.
She arches, sobbing, thighs shaking, walls clenching so tight around my cock I almost fucking lose it.
“Good girl,” Quinn whispers, kissing her flushed cheek. “You’re doing so fucking good for us.”
“Gods, you’re so tight,” I groan, giving in, pounding up into her—hard, desperate, lost to the rhythm. “You gonna come again for me, Omega? Gonna come while I lock my knot inside you?”
“Y-Yes,” she chokes. “Don’t stop—don’t stop?—”
Cass slips a second finger into her ass, syncing his rhythm with mine. His mouth is at her ear now, voice low and reverent.
“You can take it. You want it. Let him knot you. Let us fill you.”
Her eyes roll back.
Her body locks up—slick pouring around my cock, muscles fluttering, convulsing in wave after wave of climax.
I thrust deep one final time—gritting my teeth as my knot pushes past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance, stretching her wide, finding the place inside her made for me.
With a sharp, possessive pop, my knot swells and locks inside her.
She screams my name.
And I come undone—emptying into her in thick, pulsing waves, holding her through every twitch and cry, buried as deep as a man can go.
Her nails rake down my chest.
Her body milks my knot, squeezing every last drop of heat from me as she shakes from the aftershocks.
She collapses on top of me—boneless, panting, trembling.
Quinn kisses her temple, whispering love into her skin.
Cass strokes her spine like it’s sacred.
And I just hold her—still knotted inside her, my breath shallow, my heart a drumbeat of worship.
Completely hers.
Her chest rises with soft, even breaths. She’s snuggled on top of me, limbs tucked under her chest, her skin slick with sweat and moonlight. The twinkle lights above cast her in gold.
She’s boneless. Blissed out. Barely moving.
Her head is tucked beneath my chin. Her legs still wrap around my hips, my knot locked deep inside. It’ll be a while before I soften enough to pull out—and honestly, I don’t want to.
She’s got Quinn’s hand cradled against her cheek, their fingers intertwined like she reached for him in her sleep. Cass lies on his side, close enough to keep her covered, one hand tracing slow, lazy lines down her back like he never plans to stop.
None of us speak.
Bridget Jones’s Diary is still playing on the screen behind us, nearly over. I laugh to myself, low and quiet.
Daniel really is a twat.
I glance down at her, chest aching in the best way, and just let myself bask in the moment. The quiet. The bond.
There’s nothing to say. Just the sound of our breathing, and the steady, golden hum of everything we’ve become.
And just when I think she’s fallen asleep, her voice drifts up—soft, sleepy, almost missed.
“I’m pregnant.”
Quinn lifts his head slowly. “What?”
She pops her head up, looking at each of us—me, Cass, then Quinn. Her voice is trembling, but sure.
“I found out yesterday. I wanted to tell you tonight.”
“You’re—” Cass chokes on the word.
I finish it for him. “You’re carrying our baby?”
Her eyes fill with tears. “Yes.”
For a beat, we’re silent.
Then I bury my face in her neck. Cass pulls her close, wrapping her in a full-body embrace that somehow drags Quinn into the fold too.
Quinn is already crying—laughing—kissing her face.
We hold her tighter.
We tell her she’s everything.
And the stars watch quietly as we fall apart, and come back together again.
THE END.
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