Epilogue
Madi
One year later
Iapply one last swipe of lipstick, fluff my ponytail, and exit the third floor bathroom, Bellini and Dreamsicle following me.
I walk past the closed door of the sunroom.
We call it my hideaway. It’s a mix of a bedroom, nest, and office.
This one room is for my personal space, and my alphas know when I’m in there with the door shut that I require privacy to decompress alone.
They wanted to ensure I had a place where I can step away from everything if I’m feeling overwhelmed.
It’s beautiful and overlooks the city, but I rarely ever use it.
Honestly, we should turn it into another guest room or offer it to Harper as a another painting room, since it has perfect natural light.
Now, the only time my pack and I are apart is when I travel.
Not that there’s much time for it anymore.
OmegaAir is flying high in the sky with sold-out flights and growing demand for new routes.
My inbox overflows with omegas and women thankful for a new way to travel that prioritizes their safety and comfort.
There was, of course, backlash from alphas, threats of lawsuits, and pathetic attempts to start a protest of it, but after omegas came forward with their experiences on traditional airlines, it was clear to everyone that this was a needed solution.
There was nothing anyone could truly do to stop us with public support behind the project.
We’re expanding slowly, wanting to ensure the highest customer service experience in the industry.
Our plane has extra wide seats, gourmet food, and plenty of in-flight entertainment.
Another plane has been ordered and I plan on adding more domestic routes every year, and international flights within our first five years.
Between OmegaAir and my role as omega consultant at Nourish, my days are jam-packed. My nights are reserved for my pack, and we have a strict no work past six p.m. policy. As soon as Alric sets down dinner on our table, phones and laptops are forgotten.
I skip the elevator in favor of the stairs to enjoy the view from every floor I pass. It’s proof of the beautiful life we’ve built, their presence filling up every space, and I can never get enough.
My three alphas wait patiently in the foyer, smiling at me as I descend the last staircase as our luggage is loaded into the limousine outside.
Their love and affection for me is shining in the bond. Knowing how they feel about me, being able to sense it every minute of the day, I can’t believe I ever thought that they would change in any way. If anything, they’ve only grown even more patient and loving over the past year.
Hunter and Zachary scoop up the cats for transport.
“Knock, knock!” Harper says, walking up the steps, “Who’s ready to spend time with Auntie Harper!”
We hug each other. “Hey! Thank you so much for watching them.”
“Of course!”
Zachary holds up two matching leather cat carriers. “The little ones are all packed.” We had spent the morning cuddling with them, but I still unzip each one for a forehead kiss.
Both cats meow at Harper when he passes them to her.
“Don’t worry about anything!” she says. “My pack and I have everything under control and we will see you in a few weeks! I’m so excited, I’ve never stayed at a Greek villa before.”
Harper has that dreamy expression on her face she always gets when she talks about her alphas. It’s been a wild year for both of us and they are perfect for her. A double pack vacation will be extra fun.
As soon as she leaves with our babies, I’m already missing them. Hunter reaches for me, his hands grabbing fistfuls of my ass, knowing I need the distraction. “European vacation starts now! Did you pack enough bikinis? Weather reports say we have nothing but sunshine every single day.”
I circle my arms behind his neck. “I packed all of them.” I lean in closer, whispering in his ear, “I also brought a few of our favorite toys and some new things to try.”
He groans in my ear before picking me up over his shoulder, both of us laughing. “We need to leave now! Next stop, mile-high club!”
Thankfully, my maxi dress is long, so I do not flash the neighbors my ass.
Alric locks the house and we all head to the limo.
I’ll miss our perfect pack house, but spending the start of summer in Santorini is precisely what we need. Hunter and Zachary slide in next to me and I pull them in close, taking in both of their captivating scents.
A feeling of contentment washes over Alric as he watches us snuggle on the ride to the airport. He doesn’t have to say anything; we can all feel his deep sense of satisfaction at his happy pack.
Alric’s contentment shifts to lust, and he leaves his seat to sink down in front of me. An alpha devoted to worshiping me. “Spread her open.”
Well, this is one way to pass the time till we get to our jet.
My hands slide into his black and gray strands so I can move his mouth exactly where I want him.
Hunter and Zach reach for me, pulling my thighs over theirs.
Alric delights me when he tugs my ass to the edge of the seat, pushing up my dress and descending on my core, tasting me like he didn’t already have me for breakfast this morning.
He licks my slick before fucking me with his tongue, two fingers entering my ass.
Zachary sucks on the spot where his bondmark is, adding to the ecstasy, while Hunter pulls down the front of my dress. He draws my nipple into his hot mouth and plays with the other, perfectly pinching it.
The pleasure is everywhere, overwhelming me with so many different sensations. When I am about to explode, they all pull back or slow down.
“Hey,” I protest, gasping for air. “That’s not fair, you can tell in the bond when I’m about to come.”
Hunter snickers. No one can edge an omega like their bonded alphas can. It’s a blessing and a curse.
“Aw, I’m sorry, honey,” Alric coos at me from his knees. “Did you want an orgasm?”
I tug on his hair to emphasize my point. “You know I do, alpha.”
His glistening smirk cannot be trusted, and like before, when I reach the crest of my enjoyment, they stop. Fuckers.
I let out an exaggerated whimper, turning to Zachary. “I expect this from them, but you? Why have you betrayed me like this?” I puff out my bottom lip and he laughs, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my nose.
“But think how good your first orgasm in the sky will be. What are you most excited for?” Zachary asks me, playing with a lock of my hair.
Alric continues to leisurely lick me, avoiding my clit, letting me simmer in my arousal.
“Besides the beach sex?” I moan. “A drama-free heat.”
Hunter presses his lips to my shoulder. “Yes, please.”
The small private airport comes into view. Alric licks me one last time and kisses the inside of my thigh, thoroughly pleased with himself for teasing me.
“You will regret this,” I say, wiping his mouth with my dress and he returns to his seat with a smirk. I turn to Hunter. “Seems like a lifetime ago I was getting on a plane with you.” I can’t help but joke about it now. “Would you do it all over again?”
He pretends to think about it. “With a few minor tweaks. Like open communication and trust exercises. Duck tape you to Alric’s plane when we left.”
We kiss, the hurts of the past long since healed.
Once we arrive at the airport, we’re quick to take off. Pack Hayes has upgraded to a more spacious jet that has a lounge in the front and a private stateroom in the back with a bed big enough for us all.
During takeoff, my skin starts to feel flushed in a different way than in the limo. After we hit cruising altitude, I unbuckle my seatbelt. “I think I might be starting to experience some early heat symptoms. Who wants to help and let me actually come this time?”
I laugh when all of them scramble to unbuckle themselves and stand. “Another faux heat?” Hunter asks, stripping off his shirt.
“No, thankfully. Since I’m never taking heat suppressants again, we won’t need to worry about that anymore, but I’m feeling a little hot and needy.” My pussy aches for my alphas. “My actual heat won’t start for a few more days. I think my body is preparing.”
Zachary slaps my ass and we hurry to the back, ready to dive into the plane’s bed. “Lucky us.”
Alric shuts the door, flipping the lock as I toss off my dress and shoes.
“Who wants to make a little home video?” Hunter asks with a wicked grin, holding up a camera. “We haven’t filmed in the clouds yet.”
He gets a chorus of yeses from his pack.
I crawl to the top of the bed and close my eyes, enjoying the vibrations from the engines.
Someone lies down, rolling me on top of him.
Alric. He kisses me, biting on my bottom lip before I lower myself so I can take his thickness into my mouth, teasing the tip and causing him to groan. He wraps my hair around his fist.
His hunger for my body burns between us.
I’m leaning down to pump Alric between my lips, my nipples grazing the soft sheets, but my ass is high, presenting for Zachary, who comes to stand behind me, caressing my cheeks.
“Get in here,” he instructs Hunter. “Get a shot of this pristine pussy.”
Zach uses both hands to stretch me open, sweeping his thumbs over, slick sliding down the inside of my thigh. He kneels down, licking up my leg to catch it, and I shudder when his tongue glides over my slit, eating me from behind.
He knows exactly what I like.
“Hungry man,” Hunter adds and I can only assume the camera catches this all.
Unlike the alpha I’m sucking off, Zach lets me come this time, giving my clit all of his attention. Once my orgasm ends, he bites my ass cheek, causing me to yelp. “Ready for my knot, omega?”
“Mine, too,” Alric growls.
I love when I’m double knotted, pressed between these men who love me in unending ways, my own personal paradise.
Wasting no time, Zach lifts me so we can all reposition ourselves. Alric lies down towards the edge of the bed and has me sitting on his lap, my back to his chest.
I lift my hips high enough so he can coat himself, before lining up his slick-covered cock with my ass so I can sink down, causing us to groan at the same time. Once I am seated, he leans us back so there is room for Zach, holding me open for his packmate.
Zachary slides in and the sensation of both of them moving has my eyes rolling back. The slight turbulence has them going deeper, adding to the exhilaration of our yearly escape.
We move as one, Hunter zooming in on their cocks pumping into me. Being fucked by them is intoxicating, my pleasure building and building. Alric reaches around to swirl his fingers around my clit. I shatter, tightening around them and coaxing their own orgasms, and they flood me.
Now for my favorite part. Their knots swell, both of them gasping while I come again.
I can’t believe I ever had a no knots rule, the years of even better sex I could have been having.
The tension, the stretch, how it feels like they are a part of my very being when they are locked with me.
Alric’s arms wrapped around me, his lips peppering my shoulders with kisses.
This is why I need to be knotted three times a day, it’s the best sensation in the world.
Hunter stands on the bed, capturing it all, but I don’t want him left out. “Come here, alpha.”
His smile is ridiculous when he kneels down. As I tease his tip, staring up at the camera through my lashes, putting on a show for him.
“This is so hot, babycakes.”
I lick my bite mark on his thigh before moving to his waiting cock.
My hand twists around his shaft, tongue swirling around the top of his length before taking him deeper, squeezing the spot where his knot will be soon, his balls cupped in my hand.
He doesn't last long, not when I know exactly what makes him come—which he does, all over my tits.
He collapses to the side with a happy groan, and Zachary gently moves us down so we can all lie on the bed together, satiated and spent.
“Can we stop in Paris on the way home for a little shopping?” I ask, still slightly out of breath.
Hunter kisses his own bondmark on my shoulder and says with a smile, “What’s the point of having all this money if we don’t spoil you? I, for one, don’t think you have enough purses.”
“Thank you, Hunt. You are so right. I could use another one.”
“It’s your favorite place to shop,” Zachary adds. “Let’s buy some real estate while we are there. Something with a terrace view of the Eiffel Tower?”
They can all feel the way I light up whenever I am excited about something. An elegant Parisian apartment just steps from the world’s best shopping? Sometimes, this life feels too much like a dream.
Money over love? What a silly rule I had. With a pack this rich, it’s money and love. Which is the perfect combination. My sweet-as-sugar alphas spoil me now till forever, their love effervescent in our bond.
“Sounds absolutely perfect.”