Epilogue — Meadow
March, Los Angeles
Hendrix was fast asleep in the nest. He’d been up with Forest all night to let the rest of us sleep, but I was too eager for this morning to wait any longer. I kissed his cheek and watched his eyes flutter open before plunking our son on his chest.
“You made it,” I said, already feeling tears forming.
He blinked at me. “Made what?”
I sat down next to him, stroking my fingers through his hair. “You’re twenty-eight today. You’ve officially declined membership to the 27 Club.”
Hendrix’s eyes widened as he sat bolt upright, gathering Forest into his arms and pulling me close. “Holy shit. I made it?”
“You did .” I kissed him softly, tears slipping over my cheeks. He’d been working so hard the last few months. I wasn’t even sure he noticed the time passing with how much he filled his days, putting all of his effort into healing and being there for our family. We’d had an endless stream of family and friends visiting over the last few months, allowing my parents to meet Forest (though they hadn’t been impressed about finding out they were grandparents after the baby was already born), and I quickly remembered why I talked to them as little as possible. Luckily, they lived way too far away for many visits, and I had zero intention of hauling my little nugget on a trip anytime soon.
The rest of the pack pushed into the room, carrying a cake with sparklers flickering atop it. Their singing of “Happy Birthday” was intentionally off-key as they presented him with the cake. The icing was divided in half, the left reading RIP Hendrix’s Youth , and the right reading Happy Birthday, Daddy Hendrix .
He was too busy crying to tell them how ridiculous they were being. My sweet alpha.
Forest grabbed a fistful of his hair, and I grappled with his freakishly strong baby grip to unravel the strands. “Nuggie, no, that’s Daddy’s moneymaker. He needs to look extra perfect for the meeting with the possible new record label next week.”
That did nothing to dissuade our son, but Phin helped me untangle Hendrix, and we all went downstairs to have the cake for breakfast.
Why was it so fucking hot in this house? The living room felt like a sauna.
“Can we turn up the air conditioning?” I whined. I had been hot constantly over the last week, and when dealing with an adorable three-month-old, it was infuriating.
Phin turned from where he was sitting on the couch, feeding Forest a bottle. “It’s quite cool, sweets. How do you feel?”
“My skin is itchy,” I pouted, walking over to him and holding out my hands for Forest, who had just finished eating.
I knew why I felt that way—my post-baby heat was due soon. The guys were planning to trade off on who cared for the baby during the heat.
“Any day now.” Phin smiled.
Beckett poked his head in the room, his eyes finding me immediately. “You have a visitor,” he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Who?” I asked, bouncing Forest as I walked toward the front door. Had I ordered a package and forgotten?
“I assumed you knew she was coming…” Becket frowned, confusing me further. “Security let her right in.”
“I’m not expecting anyone, in fact—Clover!” I cried out my friend’s name as I caught sight of her in the driveway, sitting on the hood of her stupid sparkly pink sports car.
“Meads!” she called out, beaming at the sight of me. She slid off the car and ran to hug me, wrapping her arms around both me and the baby.
“What the hell are you doing here?” We had been planning to fly her down in a couple of months’ time, but I was ecstatic she was here sooner.
“Gimme my nephew! I need some snuggles!” she said, lifting my son out of my arms and kissing his chubby cheeks. “How are you feeling?”
“Good! But why are you here?” I asked, utterly confused.
“It’s three months post-baby yeeting. You’re about to go into heat, aren’t you? Why else would I be here?” She cocked her head, never ceasing the small bouncing movements that Forest loved so much.
“Wait, what? You’re here because of my heat?”
“You’re about to have some amazing pussy time soon—I’m so proud of you, by the way—so I decided that I would stop by, so your guys could be all-hands-on-deck, if you know what I mean.” Clover giggled. “I’ve been in desperate need of nephew snuggles, and I can just stay in your guest house, nearby, but not in earshot of your S-E-X.” She spelled out the last word, pretending to cover Forest’s little ears, making me chuckle.
That baby had already heard too many swear words. I was going to be lucky if his first word wasn’t “fuck.”
Clover’s timing was impeccable. That night, as we all lounged around in the living room, watching TV and eating pizza, the first cramps hit.
Every alpha’s eyes turned to me, and Clover immediately stood, scooping up Forest. “I think that’s our cue, little man. How about we go have some auntie snuggles?” she cooed.
“I’ll make sure Clover and Forest have everything they need in the guest house for their sleepover,” Hendrix announced, following after Clover.
“Text me if you need me!” I shouted at their retreating forms.
“I’ve added her to the pack group chat temporarily. We’ll all check it regularly,” Beckett promised, pulling me into his lap. A whine escaped my chest as I snuggled into him, pressing my nose against his throat.
“You’re going to bite me, right?” I asked.
Beckett chuckled. “Of course I am.”
“Good.” I nodded into his neck, deeply inhaling his scent.
Phin stood up. “I’m going to go prep some snacks. Take care of our girl, okay?” He pressed a quick kiss to the top of my head before hurrying off to accomplish his task. I couldn’t fathom what he still needed to do. He’d been cooking up a storm at every opportunity, making sure our freezers were full of delicious meals we could pop into the oven as needed. I guess oven food wasn’t really snacky, but I was still excited for his killer lasagna either way.
“Do you want to stay here or go to the nest?” Beckett asked.
“Nest!” I whined. My nest sounded like utter perfection.
Arms wrapped around me, lifting me bridal style. “Let’s get you to your nest, princess!”
Arlo.
He dashed upstairs with me and placed me in the nest, standing at the edge while I watched him intently.
“Off,” I demanded, plucking at his clothes as I kneeled in front of him.
“My pleasure.” Arlo beamed, getting naked in record time, his cock bobbing free. Pre-cum already glistening on the tip.
Yum.
Beckett followed, joining us on the bed, his shirt already gone. “Make Arlo feel good, darling.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. Leaning forward, I lapped at his cock, humming in pleasure as the musky taste burst across my tongue.
“Good girl,” Beckett cooed as I swallowed Arlo’s length. I couldn’t see him, but his hands wandered over my ass, tugging at the waistband of my thin shorts.
My body buzzed with anticipation, my pussy crying out with need as it was exposed to the cool air.
If Beckett didn’t hurry up and knot me, I was going to go downright feral.
“Such a perfect mouth.” Arlo groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding my movements.
Just as I was preparing to turn to Beckett and snarl at him, his tip started gliding through my folds, teasing me.
I whined around Arlo’s cock, wiggling my hips, silently begging Beckett to move, to fill me.
“Patience,” Beckett scolded.
Fuck patience. I needed to be fucked, hard and fast.
I increased my pace, Arlo’s considerable length bumping the back of my throat with each movement, the smooth metal ring teasing me. His hand fisted in my hair as he chanted how fucking good it felt.
When the head of Beckett’s cock finally started inching in, I almost cried out in happiness.
“I’m getting close. Are you going to be a good omega and swallow my cum?” Arlo’s voice was rough with need as his cock throbbed in my mouth.
I could only hum around his length in agreement. As the first spurt of cum coated my tongue, Beckett bottomed out, filling me completely.
Once I had lapped up every drop of Arlo’s cum, he pulled back, leaning down and kissing me, not giving a shit that I had just had his cock in my mouth.
“Now it’s time for Beckett to have his fun,” he said against my lips, and a whine of need burst from my chest.
Yes, I needed Beckett to have his fun with me.
Repeatedly.
Pretty knotty please.
“How do you want it? How can I make my needy little omega happy?” he purred.
“Hard and fast,” I panted. If he tried taking it slow, I would scratch his eyeballs out.
“As you wish.” He groaned, his thrusts increasing, his grip on my hips so tight, I was sure I would feel him the next day. “Touch your clit for me, darling.”
I snaked my hands between my thighs, whining at the first brush of contact.
“That’s my good girl. Your pussy clenched so hard, and it felt fucking amazing. Now, don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Following the order was easy. I was chasing every ounce of pleasure I could get. I knew how to give myself what I needed, but the fact that Beckett ordered me to do this? It added a whole extra layer of deliciousness. The first orgasm swept over me, and Beckett rode me with a ferocity that stole my breath, my fingers never ceasing their commanded movement.
“That’s my good fucking girl.” Beckett’s body curved over me, warm skin pressed to mine, his hips steadily driving into me. “Keep going, darling. I want you to fall apart one more time before I give you what you need.”
It didn’t take long for that to happen, not with Beckett trying to ruin me and my fingers gliding a perfect rhythm on my clit. I collapsed with the next rise, whining into the blankets, Beckett following me over.
“Are you ready for my knot?” Beckett’s breath was hot against my ear as he spoke.
“Please, please, please,” I chanted as I felt the base of his cock throb and expand, his knot locking inside me. The pressure was mind-blowing; every time I got knotted, I marveled at how full I could feel.
Just as I hit the peak of my orgasm, his teeth found the back of my neck, and he bit down.
My vision turned white, my entire body going into overdrive, sparks flying under my skin as I convulsed around his cock, milking him for every drop of cum and sinking my teeth into his wrist to complete the bond.
My body collapsed, and Beckett followed, fucking me into the mattress as he came, groaning into my neck. It was filthy and animalistic and I fucking loved it.
“Good girl,” he growled roughly as my body twitched with the aftershocks. The bond settled in my chest, a flood of affection rushing in from Beckett. “I fucking love you, Meadow Reed,” he said, leaning forward to kiss my new bond mark.
My chest was bursting with happiness. He was officially mine; the bond mark made it so.
“I love you too.” I beamed, even though he couldn’t see my face.
I lay, sated for the moment. My body was holding up better than expected after a solid day of fucking, considering my months off from this particular activity. Phin had been waiting so patiently. He was my last bond to take in the pack, and I was eager for us to finally be one connected unit. I may have gotten these alphas by accident, but I was going to keep them on purpose.
I rolled over into Phin’s arms, tracing my fingertips over his skin and breathing in his soothing black tea and vanilla scent. It was so good for winding down, but in the depths of my heat, it just made me crave him.
His mouth was sweet and slow on mine, his kiss filled with promise. “You don’t worry about a single thing, sweets. I’m going to take such good care of you, your pussy will be begging to take this pierced cock.”
He worked his way down my body, inch by inch. A kiss here, a touch there, firm strokes and tickling brushes, lapping tongue and nipping teeth. Phin teased everywhere, except exactly where I wanted him. Everything from my fingertips to my toes got a bit of attention from him, my desire strategically stoked into an inferno until I was covered in goose bumps and twitching at every point of contact.
“ Phiiin .” I gasped at his nip on my inner thigh. “I’m ready .”
“Not yet. You are so fucking beautiful.” Phin planted a kiss just above my belly button. “Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”
He sat back, propping one of my ankles on his shoulders, his fingers pressing into my pussy. I arched with a soft whine, making Hendrix stir from sleep. His gaze flicked down my body and back up to my face, a smile on his lips.
Phin tapped my clit. “You’re mine right now, sweets. Eyes on me.”
Heat rolled through me at the command. His hazel eyes held me captive as he worked my body with an expertise that was almost scary. He knew exactly how my body responded to every touch and used that knowledge to carry me to the edge, forcing me to hover there until I was a dripping, squirming mess, chanting his name like it might convince him to let me fall over that edge.
“Phin, please .”
He grinned down at me. “Since you asked so nicely.” Phin adjusted his pace and angle, perfectly teasing my clit as he fucked his fingers into me.
I lasted a scant few seconds before my body went taut and I cried out, waking all of the alphas as I tumbled down from the peak Phin had forced me to climb. While I was still trying to catch my breath, Phin was wedging a pair of pillows under my ass. His gaze was full of heat as he braced my hips and almost lazily drove his cock into me, little shocks of pleasure zinging through me as each piercing descended into my pussy. I’d been a little afraid of taking Phin with those piercings, but apparently, I was even more sensitive now, and my nerves were alight at the sensation of the smooth metal.
“Oh god.” I locked my fingers on to his shoulders, desperate for an anchor as he dipped his hand to tease my clit too.
Phin chuckled, rolling his hips. “Never going to get tired of you getting so needy for me.”
“Need knot ,” I gasped out.
“And the alpha attached to it.” He nipped my ankle and I nodded frantically.
“Yes. Phin, please, please fuck me.”
“So impatient, my sweet omega.”
Heats were not the time for patience, and I rocked my hips to make that abundantly clear. Phin took pity on me, setting a slow but hard pace to ease me into it, every impact of our hips threatening to make my eyes roll back.
Each time I closed my eyes to breathe through the sensations, Phin gave my clit a quick tap to draw my attention back. Staring into his hazel eyes as I fell apart set off fireworks, desire and pleasure spiraling through every cell.
I couldn’t even form words properly as Phin fucked me into oblivion. He tucked his arm beneath my back, scooping me up, and lowered his mouth to my breast, his teeth breaking the skin to form the first half of the bond. Instinct stampeded through me, and I latched on to the nearest bit of his skin I could reach—his forearm—completing the connection and setting us both off on another orgasm, his knot sending me over the edge.
By the time my vision cleared and I caught my breath, Phin’s knot was already loosening.
“Oh my god. I’m not going to be able to walk after this heat is over.”
Hendrix kissed my shoulder. “Good thing you have a pack of big, strong alphas willing to carry you anywhere you want to go.”
I let out an exhausted laugh and drew him in for a quick kiss before turning back to Phin. His fingertips traced the bite mark he’d put on me. I hadn’t realized how high up it was. “Everyone’s going to see that if I wear anything remotely low-cut.”
Phin grinned. “Why do you think I picked that spot?”
“You’re ridiculous,” I huffed, letting Hendrix gather me into his arms.
“And you love it,” Phin pointed out.
“A fair point,” I conceded.
Hendrix kissed his way over the curve of my throat, making me shiver. “My turn.”
I wasn’t about to say no to that. Kissing Hendrix was a sweet familiarity, and his woodsmoke and citrus scent was as potent now as the day we’d met and he’d coaxed me into bed with a flash of his smile and those stormy blue eyes. The heat I saw there was the same as I remembered. Yielding to his touch, surrendering to the weight of his body as he moved over me, was the most natural thing in the world.
“Fuck me,” I demanded, digging my fingers into his ass cheeks.
“Whatever my omega wants, my omega gets.” He grinned, shifting his hips, his cock sliding easily into me. He felt as perfect as the others, giving me exactly what I needed.
Having all of him pressed against me, all that glorious skin flooding my system with endorphins, had a smile affixed to my face while he rode me. Phin settled at my side, teasing my clit to keep me on the sharp roller coaster of pleasure. I alternated kissing them, breaking off to cry out as they pushed me over each crest.
All four of them glowed brightly in the bond, their affection and lust overwhelming. My tears had a bolt of panic coming through from Hendrix.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m just really happy, and I can feel all of you being happy. I can’t hold it all in.”
“Oh, thank god.” Hendrix laughed and dipped down to kiss me. “Freaked me out.”
I wiggled my hips. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Phin barked a laugh. “Demanding little thing.”
“You knew that when you bonded me.” I stuck my tongue out at him and poked Hendrix in the chest. “Roll over.”
A moment later, I was seated in his lap, all of my alphas stretched out in the nest to watch me. I felt like a damn goddess with all of them looking at me like they wanted to consume me. My legs were a little shaky, but I did my best to ride Hendrix with the same fervor he’d given me. The others traced reverent fingertips over my skin, and Phin made sure my clit was never without attention.
I lost track of how many times I came, how many kisses I stole, and when I finally settled in to rest, surrounded by my alphas and steeped in contentment, I couldn’t help but be glad I’d caved to Clover and gone with her to that concert. It felt like a lifetime ago.
“Sleep,” Phin murmured, nuzzling my hair.
“Okay.” Sleep sounded incredible after a frenzied two days of fucking. Post-baby heats weren’t too wild, all things considered, and now that we were all bonded, I couldn’t wait for all the fun we’d have in the future.
“He missed me.” I grinned as I snuggled with my son. We were all in the kitchen, still recovering from the heat.
Clover, on the other hand, was a bundle of energy as she baked cookies. It was hard to believe she had been looking after a newborn for several days while I had my brains fucked out of me.
“Of course he did.” Hendrix grinned at me, gently running his hand over Forest’s head.
Arlo and Clover bickered over the cookies—Arlo wanting chopped nuts to add texture and Clover being staunchly against anything that wasn’t chocolate—but I wasn’t paying much attention, focusing on my sweet, smiley baby.
“How did we get so lucky?” Hendrix mused, looking around at our little family as Arlo threw chocolate chips at Clover while Beckett washed dishes and Phin watched in amusement until Clover ducked behind him, putting him in the crossfire of said chocolate chips.
“I have no idea.” I shrugged, so happy my smile turned into a giggle. “I guess we have Arlo to thank for convincing you to get a bite me tattoo on your ass.”
Hendrix kissed the top of my head. “I guess we’re just lucky you’re amazing at following instructions.”