Epilogue
Lacey
Almost Two Years Later
There’s no time of the year like Christmas. It feels like there is real magic in the air. Sometimes I think back on how lucky I got the night that Grim saved me. It caused a whole lot of hell for a while, but luckily, the Boston families showed up for each other.
They remind me of siblings who always pick on one another. It’s perfectly acceptable for an older sibling to harass the younger, but let anyone say or do the same thing, and they’ll show them the deal.
The Boston syndicate seems similar, at least as someone on the outside looking in.
Wilder might be on the edge of quitting every other week, but he’s still incredibly skilled at what he does.
He’s really grown into his own over the last two years.
Maybe it’s because he has our pack to protect, but he’s become more cutthroat, and some weird part of me loves it.
That’s probably only true because he’s still indulgent and tender with me.
The man in question swaggers closer as I cuddle in Grim’s lap.
“Ahh, you two are home. Did you have fun?” I ask, smiling.
“I did.” Callum chuckles.
“Say a word to ruin my surprise, and I will cut you,” Wilder says, sidestepping the sleeping cats. He’s still got his wool overcoat on with the lapels flipped up.
It’s not necessarily his normal style, and my head tilts as he comes to a stop in front of me, hitting a knee.
“It took a bit, but…” Wilder pulls the collar of his coat out of the way to show a small clear bandage on his neck close to the top of his clavicle.
I get the idea, but I can’t make out what the tattoo is because of the cover.
Callum comes over, holding out his phone to show me a picture, and I gasp. My name starts on the side of Wilder’s neck and twists around, showing on the front of his throat.
“Holy shit,” I yelp. “You really did it. I was only joking…”
Cal chuckles. “That spot is painful as fuck. I’m proud of him for not passing out.”
“I’m proud of him for not taking a swing at you right now,” Grim says, and although I can’t see him, I can practically feel him rolling his eyes.
I brush my fingers over Wilder’s skin a few inches above his new tattoo. “I know that was outside your comfort zone, but I love it so much.”
“I love the hell out of you, Lacey,” he says, leaning forward to capture my lips.
I lose myself to the kiss, giving myself a stern reminder not to pick on Wilder about anything serious in the future.
The last time I did, he almost ended up buying a pheromone clinic. I jokingly said he could gift me a franchise so I could run it. Luckily, Callum told me he was considering it before the paperwork was signed.
It sounds so bad, but I don’t want that kind of responsibility.
I enjoy splitting my days between volunteering at the animal shelter and going with them to the warehouse.
In no way did I truly want to run a whole business, but I’ve learned there’s very little in the world that my guys won’t give me.
They even agreed to have vasectomies so I didn’t have to get my tubes tied. It was a much less invasive surgery, and I took excellent care of them while they recuperated…
Even if they were big, giant babies.
Except Grim.
That man never once complained, and it only made me love him even more.
Wilder growls into the kiss, dragging his teeth over my lower lip. It sends a pulse through the bond that echoes in my very empty pussy.
“Mmm, now this is the stuff I really want pictures of,” Callum says, sending his desire through the bond.
Grim slides his hand down my middle. He gets to my sex and applies pressure to my clit with eerie precision.
I groan against Wilder’s lips, and my insides light up. I really fucking love it when all three of them rock my world at once.
We started this tradition last Christmas Eve, and I’ll insist upon it until we’re all too old to run without walkers or canes.
My tits bounce as I bolt up one of the staircases. Only Callum took the other, and he’s now halfway up.
I freeze in my tracks, leaning against the banister. “You’ll never catch me from over there.”
“You can’t stay there forever. You’re eventually going to have to decide…” He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “Which one is it, dirty girl? Up or down?”
Dammit.
He’s right.
I either have to continue my path up the stairs, or I have to go back down again. No matter which direction I choose, he’ll be on me within a few feet.
Jabbing a finger over the banister, I say, “If you have any decency, you’ll count to ten. I’m not ready for this to be over.” I wink, taking off the way I came.
It really is an unfair advantage that they can smell me before they even see me. Not to mention, the bond kinda gives it away.
“You’re lucky that I love your sexy little ass.” Callum’s dangerous laugh fills the air as I hit the first-floor landing and weave through the archway to get to the living room.
“Love you too, but for the record, you just got played.” I have a vague plan to dart through the kitchen, take the hallway by the garage to the back stairs, and access the second floor that way.
Only, I don’t make it three feet into the living room before I’m yanked back. My nostrils flare, and Grim’s cigar smoke and leather scent hits my nose.
My body aches to melt into his hold, but he means business, tugging me by my hair and pinning my front to the nearby wall. He pulls my head back at an awkward angle and simultaneously slides a hand down my front, pinching my clit between his fingers.
“I love you so fucking much, little one,” he growls, licking over his bondmark on my neck. “Already slick? Is that because you know the three of us are going to lick, tease, and use every inch of your tight little body?” He circles my swollen nub, and I shove my ass against his thighs.
The height difference is a pain in the ass sometimes, but my body hums, desperate for exactly what he taunted me with.
“Not even fighting me. You must be desperate to get fucked,” he growls against my throat.
Oh, yeah.
I’m supposed to be struggling.
I throw my head back against his shoulder, but it’s pretty much useless. Grim could keep me in place with one hand. My palms land on the wall, and I shove with all my might.
A low, throaty laugh spills from his lips, and he kisses my cheek.
“All right. I don’t want to stall the fun when it’s just ramping up, but know that next time I catch you…” He growls, making goose bumps erupt on my skin. “Let’s just say, we’ll both enjoy it.”
My teeth dig into my lower lip as I fight back a moan, and he steps back, releasing me. I instantly miss his warmth, but I know he’ll be mine again in just a few minutes.
“Love you,” I whisper, taking off again.
I follow my original plan, making it up the back stairs. My skin sizzles with anticipation, and I believe I have a chance of making it to the upstairs living room.
Why are you even fighting it? You know they’ll make it fun…
Callum comes around the corner in only his low-slung sweats. I squeal, stopping dead in my tracks. I’m so distracted by Cal that I don’t notice the door behind me opening until it’s too late.
Wilder’s arm wraps around my middle, and he lifts me into the air. “Wow, not even a hint of a struggle. You really must want to be used.” He drags me backward into the bedroom as Callum hits the open doorway.
Cal’s veiny hand lands against the frame, and he smirks, pulling up his sweats with the other. Every well-defined muscle flexes as he moves, and my core clenches around nothing.
Grim appears over his shoulder, shoving Callum into the room.
I don’t get to see what happens next as Wilder twists, tossing me onto the mattress. My whole body bounces, and he grabs my ankles, tugging me back down the bed. I’m barely in place before he wraps my legs over his shoulders and buries his face in my pussy.
I groan, my hand falling to tangle in his hair.
Grim climbs onto the bed, grabbing my arms and pulling them to rest over my head. I whimper at the sight of his thick cock pushing against his sweats, but no matter how hard I try to stretch my tongue, I don’t have a chance of licking it over the material.
Callum climbs onto the mattress on my other side, and he cups my tits. “Ready to have your world fucked up, dirty girl?”
I nod frantically.
God, they’re perfect.
Merry Christmas to me.
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