Epilogue Two
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By the time we make it back to the loft, I’m dizzy from more than champagne and overwhelming emotions–pure unadulterated lust has me ensnared in its grasp. The front door slams against the wall as Callum shoves it open, his laugh rough and breathless.
We tumble inside in a tangle of hands and mouths, the door barely swinging shut before it’s forgotten.
Elias cages me in, his mouth hot against mine.
Delicate buttons pop as he pulls open the top of my dress, while Callum’s fingers skim up my thighs, tugging at the hem of the dress like it personally offended him with its existence.
Dante is the one who steadies me, his palm warm at the small of my back, guiding me just enough to keep me from toppling as their urgency threatens to sweep me off my feet. His lips brush my ear, voice low and rough. “We’ve waited long enough, Briar.”
The moan from me is swallowed by Elias’s mouth still pressing hungrily to mine. I gasp at his dominating need to devour every sound I make, and in the next heartbeat I’m swept to other arms.
Dante’s arms lock around me, lifting me like I weigh nothing.
His stride is purposeful, carrying me past the kitchen and to the bed waiting at the heart of our loft.
The oversized mattress looms, sheets tangled from a rushed morning.
Dante lowers me onto it with care that clashes with the urgency thrumming in the room.
Elias and Callum stand at the end of the bed, their hands sliding away only long enough to begin stripping out of their own clothes.
Shirts hit the floor first as Dante pulls back to do the same. Then zippers are pulled down as the metal of their belts clinks in uneven rhythm as they peel away layers, revealing skin and scars of the men who are mine.
I prop myself on my elbows, breath catching as I watch them bare themselves for me. I want to see every second of it. One by one, the last of their clothes fall away, and I’m left staring like I’ve never seen them before.
It doesn’t matter how many times I see them like this…I will never not think I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
They’re all muscle with broad shoulders and chiseled abdomens.
Elias has lean lines cut with definition from hours at the gym, and my mouth waters at his cock already thick and heavy.
Dark blue eyes fixate on me with a hunger that steals my breath.
He adjusts his glasses almost absently before discarding them on the nightstand, nothing left between me and the raw want blazing in his gaze.
Callum is beside him, his chest slightly broader and with a smattering of chest hair.
His bright, light blue eyes spark like ice against his tan skin, and his cock juts forward proudly, showing off the family genetics.
His tip already beads with his desire as he languidly strokes the base, like he can barely stand the wait.
The grin tugging at his mouth is pure mischief, but the hunger in his eyes is deadly serious.
Dante lingers patiently, but his presence fills the room, with his quiet energy dominating my focus.
His skin is the deepest bronze, sun-kissed and warm, the kind of tan that makes him look sculpted from summer itself.
But it’s his warm brown eyes that hold me captive–dark pools of devotion and hunger, like he’s starving for me and nothing else will ever satisfy him.
The weight of their stares has my skin buzzing and desire curling low in my core. Slowly and deliberately, I drag the sharp edge of my fang across my lower lip. Blood beads instantly, spilling into my mouth and down my chin.
Their eyes seem to darken in unison.
I reach for Elias first, curling my hand around the back of his neck to pull him down to me. His lips part, and I press my mouth to his, letting the taste of me spill between us. His groan vibrates into me and his hands find my breasts, kneading reverently as if he can’t touch enough of me at once.
Callum is next as Elias moves to my side.
He crashes into me, tongue greedy as he drinks the blood from my mouth.
The noise he makes is broken and desperate, his big hands sliding over my dress as his thumbs circle my pebbled nipples through the material until I’m gasping.
When I try to pull back, just to breathe, he chases me with a whimper.
“More,” he begs, voice cracking. “Please, Briar–fuck, I need more.”
His greedy begging is always my undoing with how much power he makes me feel in our dynamic. There’s never a second in which he makes me feel anything less than worshipped.
He sucks on my bottom lip until I’m trembling and in need of them inside of me. But I can’t yet. I need to make sure they each get my blood inside of them, and as Callum moves to my other side, I’m left staring into warm brown eyes that search mine.
When I pull him in, he moans against my lips like he’s starving. The taste of my blood makes him tremble, and when I nip his lower lip after and murmur, “Good boy,” his entire body shudders. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider as his kisses trail down my jaw to my neck.
Their needy, submissive sounds are something I never thought I’d hear from men like them. My blood makes them burn hotter and lessens their control over their impulses, their touches turning frantic as they worship every inch of me.
Six years ago, the sight of my fangs made them flinch. Feeding them my blood terrified them.
Now, they drink from me like it’s salvation. They beg for more like it’s the only thing that will keep them alive.
And they don’t fear me piercing them with my fangs, either.
They want it. I can see it in the way Elias tilts his head, baring the vulnerable line of his throat.
In the way Callum’s blue eyes blaze with anticipation, his pulse fluttering wild beneath his skin.
In the way Dante trembles, not from fear but from need, as if my bite would undo him in the best way.
They’ve come so far. We’ve come so far.
Hands are everywhere at once, tugging and pulling until the fabric of my dress gives way with a sharp rip. My dress splits down the middle, baring me to their hungry gazes before I’m turned and the offending material is pulled and tossed to the side of the bed.
Elias’s growl is low, vibrating against my skin as his eyes rake over me.
The stormy blue darkens when he realizes I’m not wearing anything beneath.
He leans in close, his breath hot at my ear.
“Bad fucking girl. You aren’t allowed to walk around with no underwear unless it’s with the three of us beside you. ”
A shiver runs through me, but I bare my fangs in a smile, fire flaring in my chest. “Well, you did tell me you’d all be at the office today.” I let my gaze drag deliberately over each of them, savoring the tension that’s driving higher. “But you never came in. That’s on you.”
Callum barks out a laugh, even as his hands skim up my thighs. A rumble sounds low in Dante's chest, his eyes molten as he presses closer, clearly ready to make up for every second they left me waiting. His restraint shatters first.
A rough growl tears out of him as his hands clamp around my waist. “I can’t wait any longer to feel you,” he snarls, dragging me with him as he falls back onto the mattress.
Suddenly my thighs are spread and straddling him, his cock hot and heavy against my pussy. My breath hitches, his warm brown eyes blazing up at me, pupils blown wide with need.
I reach down to grip him and line him up, the blunt head sliding against my soaked entrance. The second I sink down onto him, we both moan–his sound raw and guttural, mine breathy and fragmented as he stretches me wide, filling me so deep it steals the air from my lungs.
His hands clutch at my hips, trembling and holding me down like he doesn’t trust himself to let me go. “Fuck, Briar,” he groans, head tipping back against the pillows. “You feel so perfect.”
Callum moves in, his large frame crowding my side.
His mouth latches onto one breast, sucking hard as his tongue circles the peak, while his free hand finds the other, rolling and pinching until sparks race down my spine.
My moans mix with Dante’s, his hips driving up in sharp thrusts that make my whole body jolt.
His grip on my waist is bruising, using me as his anchor as he slams up into me over and over, filling me so deep I see stars.
The pressure builds too fast, too sharp. I bite my lip again, hard enough for blood to bloom across my tongue, and moan at the taste. My gaze snaps to Elias, who’s already at my other side, his cock thick and hard in his fist as he strokes himself to the rhythm of Dante’s thrusts.
“I want to taste you,” I pant, the words breaking on a moan.
Elias’s stormy blue eyes flare, a growl rumbling out of him as he fists a hand in my hair and rises to his knees, guiding his cock to my lips.
The second my mouth wraps around him, my blood spilling across his skin, his groan shatters into something feral.
His cock jerks against my tongue, and his grip tightens in my hair like he’s barely holding himself together.
His hand tightens in my hair, guiding my pace, but I moan around him, taking more, letting the vibration ripple through him.
At my other side, Callum is relentless. His mouth sucks hard at one nipple, his tongue flicking until I’m arching, while his other hand rolls and pinches the other peak.
Then he drags his palm lower, sliding between my thighs to find my clit.
His fingers circle and press, rubbing tight and fast, the exact way I like.
Dante’s grip on my hips only grows harsher, his large hands anchoring me as he slams up into me, each thrust deep enough to make me cry out around Elias’s cock. His groans rumble up from his chest, every driving thrust into me as desperate as the last.