Epilogue
Shouting echoed from the living room. Sinclair and Elias were going at it—again.
The microwave beeped, and I pulled out the popcorn.
Just in time. I poured half the contents into a porcelain bowl, hugged it with one arm, and shuffled to the living room, where they were putting together a big chest that was currently in pieces all over the living room floor.
They even had the coffee table pushed up against the television stand, and all sorts of small bags sat on top.
“Part A has to be screwed in first.” Elias brandished the long board.
“No,” Sinclair retorted, holding the huge, creased directions, half the size of his body. “We have to put the lid together first.”
I popped a handful of popcorn into my mouth, and my chewing slowed as I hyper-focused on their muscles moving under their shirts. They were dead set on putting the chest together themselves when they could have easily hired someone to do it, just as they’d hired tradespeople before.
It was nesting behavior. Now that everything had calmed, they were becoming tuned into my pre-heat pheromones.
This was the effect, and it was hilarious.
I munched on some more popcorn. Elias’ hair was a mess, with no gel in sight. His hair fell into his temples. He looked as wholesome as he did when he was sleeping. If I ignored the bulges of muscles.
How I loved them shirtless. Sinclair was more defined, with his abdomen looking like it could break wood.
I inhaled hard, licking the salt off my lip, and yanked my attention away forcefully.
Kyan watched me from the pool table with a little smirk, as if he knew exactly where my brain and body had trailed to. He held one of the cue sticks as he rubbed chalk on the tip. I shuffled over, stepping over some more pieces of wood as he lowered to hit the cue ball with a well-aimed shot.
He straightened at my approach, and the brilliant smile that spread on his lips made my stomach flip.
I strode over to Kyan, rounding Sinclair and Elias, who shouted at each other again, shoving the big leaflet from one to the other.
I propped my hip against the pool table, and Kyan leaned toward me, lifting the ends of my black hair.
As soon as my name had been cleared, I’d dyed it back to my original shade.
“Why aren’t you in the mix?”
Kyan snorted and took a piece of popcorn. “It’s not like they’ll listen to me, and I tend to keep away from useless arguments.”
The exaggerated roll of his eyes did me in, and the warmth in my belly turned into searing heat, making a laugh bubble free. “I love you guys,” spilled free, unable to be held back any longer. I clamped my mouth into a thin line.
Elias and Sinclair continued their back-and-forth. My words were only loud enough for Kyan to hear. I slowly faced him, nervous to see his reaction.
He became so still, his chest stopped moving, and he didn’t take his gaze off mine.
“You have to start breathing,” I muttered.
“I-can’t,” he whispered, and a gust of air left his mouth.
I was never one to be shy, so I met his gaze as it became glassy.
He flung the cue stick on the table, the felt muffling the thud. He was in my face, hands on my jaw and neck, lips on mine. His tongue pillaged my mouth, licking and claiming with a possessiveness that turned my stomach into a gymnast.
“I love you. I love you, Briar,” he said against my mouth, each word a caress.
His hands speared deep in my hair, and his body was curved toward me until I could feel every inch. Especially his hard cock. It pulsed against my belly.
Desire crashed into me. It always did when I was with them.
I tugged at his low-hanging sweats and shoved them down to grab hold of his length.
I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth.
His taste spread on my tongue, mingling with the salty popcorn, driving me crazier with need.
My teeth grazed his shaft, and he grunted, cock twitching and releasing more need on my tongue.
I moaned, and the sound that came from Kyan’s mouth made slick leak from me.
I shoved my hand between my legs, pushing on my clit, which caused a violent orgasm.
The pressure made my channel throb against something, elevating and relieving the pleasure.
He pulled his cock back with a harsh jerk and another strangled grunt.
He was on top of me, lying me out on the rug, nestling his hips between my legs.
“Suck on me later, baby,” his whisky-tinged breath kissed my nose. “I need to be so deep inside you right now.”
His back arched, and he entered me with a hard thrust, causing my already sensitive flesh to grip him hard. I cried out, the pleasure sharp and intense.
“Kyan,” I moaned.
He growled into my ear, the hungry sound wrenching another orgasm from my channel. My Alpha was driving me wild. I couldn’t believe this was mine. That they were mine.
He thrust up, his pelvis rubbing against my sex until I felt glued to his every inch.
I ground up on him, rocking my hips back and forth as my channel clamped down on him.
His knot throbbed, and I pulled away from his lips to gasp.
My head rolled to the side, and Kyan kept thrusting, his nose grazing the side of my ear.
They hadn’t stopped arguing. I couldn’t turn away from the irritation furrowing their brows.
“You like watching them,” he murmured against my ear. A shiver crested my spine. His low, husky voice turned me on so damn much it was criminal. Waves of slick dripped out of my channel.
The disagreement trailed off.
“Are they fucking?” Elias roared.
Sinclair laughed, the booming sound spreading a smile on my lips. I arched my hips and sank my fingers into Kyan’s shoulders, reveling in his thickness.
Loud steps approached. Kyan slammed inside me and pushed up so he hovered.
“Tell them what you told me.”
I could hardly think! Elias and Sinclair watched, their eyebrows hiked in a similar state of amusement. Kyan pulled his hips back, dragging his knot out.
“You guys drive me crazy,” I blurted, digging my nails into Kyan’s ribs.
Kyan gripped my jaw and squeezed until my lips were pursed. “You know what I’m talking about.” He rammed into me, stealing my breath.
My toes curled from the force of his thrust.
“Briar,” Kyan warned, stilling.
“I love you,” I gasped. I pinned Elias with a weak glare, then Sinclair. “I love you.”
The smile that bloomed on their mouths catapulted me into a wracking orgasm. I cried out, my pussy clamping down on Kyan’s cock.
Hands were suddenly all over me. Sinclair squeezed my face and pressed kisses to my nose, and he lifted my limp, weak hand to kiss my palm, over the raised scar left behind of my time in prison.
Elias pulled my face the opposite direction, toward him, and kissed my mouth. “You’re ours, Briar. Only ours,” he murmured gruffly.
I smiled against his lips swaying down from the high of my release. Kyan pulled out and warm seed spread across my belly.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I couldn’t hold it.” He sounded so disappointed.
I choked down my laugh, overwhelmed by the flood of their love echoing through our completed bonds.
This was home.
I was home.
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