Epilogue
Six Months Later
Angel
“ W hat the fuck do you mean,” Dante says, voice low, dangerous, “you’re in the middle of changing your blockers?”
A thrill spirals up through me as through the pain it becomes hard to breathe.
His eyes glitter, his cock is hard, pushing at his pants as he starts to stalk me.
The bed I share with them is soft, full of blankets that caress me, make me safe. It’s where I’ve been spending a lot of my time recently, nesting, and getting ready for my heat to hit in full bloom.
This time, with my heat, I know what’s coming, the need, the way my body coils in, aching already for him.
For Knight.
For Reaper.
I raise my chin. “Knight found better, safer ones, and we can adjust the dosage, let me go through heat on my terms, as intense or as mild as I want.”
Dante’s mouth turns in a smile, one that’s full of sex.
I know he can smell me, my scent filling the air tangles with his…and it sends all thoughts spinning, making them hard to grab.
“As you want?”
I nod, fear and need and longing filling every cell.
“So you’re telling me you’re fucking potent? Unprotected?”
I scoot back to my pillows, body crying out in protest at my running from him.
He lunges, grabs a fist of my hair, the pain a relief, sexual, and I cry out as I slam against him, a fever burning as we touch.
Dante’s mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue sliding in, warring with mine, conquering. The kiss relieves some of the fast-coming heat. It’s only the fact he’s kissing me, fucking me with his tongue, the wet heat of him in my veins that stops me from freaking out.
That and the state he’s in.
He lifts his head.
The glitter in his gaze is feverish.
Oh, he’s so damn hard, and I rub against him, earning a guttural groan.
“I’m going to fucking rut your brains out. And we’re alone. No one else. It’s been a while since I’ve had you to myself,” he says, which is true. The other two alphas and the mate bond between us makes feelings and intentions known to all of us, so getting alone time with only one of the alphas has become basically nonexistent. “With Knight trying to put the pieces of the Council back together and Reaper out there stalking Candy, it’s just you and me.”
He's right about one thing—not too long ago, someone dropped an anonymous tip about Candice and her corruption, specifically her involvement in sex trafficking rings, bribery, blackmailing, and the embezzlement of Council money. Whoever revealed her had a lot of evidence to provide to authorities, so naturally, I assumed it was the Trinity who ousted her.
Of course, Dante denied it, but I’m not sure he’d tell me the truth either way.
After that, things happened really fast. The Council crumbled and Candice went missing. She ran for it, like the coward she is, and Knight moved in to try to rebuild the Council from the ground up. He’s making some major adjustments in the department that oversees the omega-mate assignments, for obvious reasons.
“Fuck, you’re turning me on,” Dante growls, staring at me like a hungry wolf. “Like you flipped a switch. And guess what? I think rutting is the only way out of this. You won’t be able to fucking move.”
To my surprise, he leaves. The lock clicks.
I sit up, breathing fast. Everything in me is happening all at once, and fear laps against my skin for a moment until I look around.
The blankets are soft and silky and everything in here smells like me. Almost. There’s a hint of Knight. The dark of Reaper. And the feral elemental scent of Dante that’s all over me.
My body…I never expected it to ramp up into heat so fast, but maybe it’s because I’m getting rid of the other blockers and I’m actually free. But my body, it pulsates with needs I know only mates can fulfil. They do it all the time, sometimes all at once.
But the room is low golden light, and gentle music starts, old melodies they know I love; they know me now.
A mixtape? Is that what this is? Something to soothe during my heat. But I just told?—
I sob. It gets free and I slide down, wrapping the sweet-smelling blankets around me. I read they shouldn’t smell like anything but me. Maybe there’s something wrong with me because that heady subtle infusion of my mates makes it better.
So does the realization that Dante put on an act. He knew this was happening.
Of course he did. They don’t keep secrets.
I think I drift in a haze of misery and happiness, a strange dichotomy. Part biology, part me knowing I’m part of something special. But while I’m drifting, I know it’s not enough, my nest they made for me with love and tenderness in our room isn’t enough.
Not when my body beats and aches with need.
The door opens, and he slides in, the fever still in his gaze. He has a hot water bottle, and he’s not wearing shoes or a shirt. Just his trousers.
“You’re fucking potent, Angel. Your heat puts us into rut.”
And suddenly my insides cramp, and I need…I need…
Him.
Like he can hear me, he narrows his eyes, and he tosses the hot water bottle down.
Then he pulls the blankets off.
“Strip.”
Shaking, I pull my dress up and off, and he leans in, biting one bare nipple and then the other as he peels my panties off, sending the heat inside skyrocketing. The ache pulsates, pushing at me deep inside and I devour him as he stands back, drops his trousers and boxers and pumps his huge cock.
My world is swimming, swirling, down to him and me and the wild drive. I reach for him but he’s already there, on me, shoving my legs apart, and his cock pushes in, past my lips, splitting my pussy and wiping out that ache with pleasure.
It’s instantaneous.
Like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I go from one to a hundred immediately and it’s hot and wild. Dante grips my hair and fucks into me. Savage and deep .
I need more. Him deeper, harder and like he can read my thoughts he pounds into me, his cock swelling as I come. There’s no build, it just happens, my entire body pulsating and radiating waves of wild pleasure, and I scream out. How can I not?
Because he’s doing this for him. He’s in rut, jackhammering harder and harder, and every deep slam is a thrill and another note of searing pleasure sings.
He comes hard, his cock expanding in me, bigger than that last time he knotted, and he keeps fucking me, and I cum again. It’s hotter, better, deeper, pure body ecstasy from head to toe.
I can’t stop and neither can Dante. I rock hard on his knot that’s in me as he comes and comes, shaking, convulsing, savage words of carnage and love on his lips.
“Couldn’t wait for me?”
I think I come even as Dante stops, and I don’t know if it’s from Knight being there, or from the knot that’s slowly going down.
When Dante pulls out, finally, I’m both placated and unfulfilled.
“Out of the way, Dante,” Knight says, already naked.
My head is swimming now as he rolls me on the bed, and pulls me on top, him below, thrusting up.
I lock eyes with Dante who’s still there, naked, watching, on the far side of the bed, and then I close mine as Knight fucks up into me. Slower, softer and scratching my second itch of need.
He kisses me and I lose myself in that.
“Daddy,” I whisper when we come up for air.
“Hold on, baby girl,” he says, gripping my hips as I start to come yet again. It’s a slower orgasm that takes its time spreading out, undulating, and as I shudder, rocking on him, rubbing my clit to get maximum relief, maximum pleasure, he groans .
“You’ve set us all in rut, Angel,” Dante says. “So hang on tight.”
I do.
“He’s fucking right, Angel.”
Knight changes from his softer ways to dark and hard and he knots, too. I scream out, arching my back as he flips us so he can hammer in, and I’m in a constant state of pleasure.
He swells, his big cock swollen, the knot stretching me to the limits, giving me something to get off on yet again.
I’m getting lost in sensation, and I don’t even know how long it takes. He comes, and I shudder as he does so, needing more.
It’s when he slows, fucking the knot in me leisurely that I’m aware someone’s stroking my hair.
Reaper.
I smile at him, and then close my eyes, lifting my hips to Knight, and we slowly fuck, everything right inside again, until his knot goes down and he pulls out.
When I manage to focus, I open my eyes and look up, the soothing fingers still there. His wordlessness is something I need, and I don’t know why.
I’m never at a loss around him, and he soothes her.
Even as the need starts up again.
But there’s one thing I notice.
Reaper has the same fever expression in his dark eyes as Dante, as Knight, and it floors me.
Because it’s for me.
I’ve made them all strong and vulnerable at the same time. The fever, the fierceness. The protectiveness is for me and I try to get up but I can’t.
“Now,” I say to him.
His offers me his private smile as the other two sit back on the bed and I can smell the sharpness of alcohol, sweet, too.
“ Now .” Reaper doesn’t question, he just offers me that syllable, and strips, clothes hitting the floor as I take in his inked skin.
My feverish need rises once more and he’s there before I even reach for him, between my thighs, pushing up into me, splitting me for his pleasure. And mine.
Oh, God. I can see why some people want their heat natural. There’s nothing like a cock inside to make pleasure burst like flame everywhere. There’s nothing better than your mate or mates holding you.
This is pleasure on a different scale. It’s out past the stratosphere.
He fucks me hard, rough, fingers rounding under me, pushing into my ass as he ruts up into me.
And I’m flying. I’m all elemental bliss and thrills as my orgasm pulsates out. Yet another one, this one rough, biting, and what I need.
It’s hard and fast this fuck, this rut. My heat and his rut are a collision of sensations and he orgasms hard, knotting into me and using it to fuck me even harder as his finger thrusts into my ass, bringing a special extra to the violent pulse of my orgasm.
He fucks me hard through his knot until it’s down, and when he pulls out, Dante slides over, giving me a drink. “It’ll help, Angel.”
I grasp the cup and swallow the burning liquid down, aware of the moisture beneath me, seeping from me and right now I’m satiated, but I can feel the edges stir.
Reaper lifts me into his arms as Knight lays down more blankets and when Reaper puts me back down on the bed, the three of them tuck me up, wrap around me.
“If it’s too much, we can go,” Knight says.
But Dante laughs and pulls me up against him, covers and all, as he bites my ear. “Fuck that. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. I’ll be taking you again, and protecting you.”
“Agreed,” says Reaper, on my other side .
Knight kisses my nose and lies at my head. “Yeah, I was just saying that to soothe her.”
As my eyes get heavy, my heart swells, this is right. Perfect.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt more loved, or safer in my life.
As I drift off, they fuss about me, keeping me warm, stroking my skin, and murmuring about how much they love me.
Sometimes it’s hard to believe that I went from being an outsider, undocumented, and not really belonging anywhere, to now being the center of the Unholy Trinity.
And the luckiest omega in the world.
THE END