Epilogue #3
Alaric’s voice is dark velvet against my ear. “God, your pussy is so fucking tight after our babies. Still grips like a vice. Like it was made to be stretched around our cocks for the rest of your life.”
Rex kisses my belly, tongue tracing the soft curve. “We should put another one in you. Breed this belly again. Get you round and glowing.”
Marcus grunts, twisting his fingers deeper in my ass. “Good fucking idea. Love her like that. Soft and full of us.”
Ryker curls his fingers hard against my G-spot. “Sounds perfect. Miss seeing her pregnant. We will try again.”
The memory flashes hot—Ryker during my pregnancies, growling, fucking me deep from behind, one hand splayed possessively over my swollen stomach, purring and rutting like he couldn’t get enough. My pussy clenches hard around their fingers at the thought.
They pull their fingers free. I whimper at the sudden emptiness.
Marcus shifts beneath me, strong hands lifting and turning me until I’m on my back on top of him, my spine against his broad chest. Ryker helps spread my legs wide, hooking them over his forearms. Marcus’s thick cock nudges my slick-coated asshole.
He pushes in slowly, the fat head breaching, then inch after thick inch sinking deep.
The stretch is intense but eased by all their fingers and my own slick. I feel every ridge, every vein.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Marcus whispers harshly against my ear, voice strained.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Keep going. Please.”
He bottoms out, hips flush to my ass. Ryker’s cock nudges my pussy entrance.
“I’m knotting this pretty cunt,” he growls.
My head is pulled back gently. Rex’s huge cock hovers above my face.
The head is flushed dark, shiny with pre-cum that leaks in a thick, continuous bead from the slit, trailing down the heavy, veined shaft. His knot is already swelling at the base, fat and promising. The sight makes my mouth water, and my pussy gushes fresh slick.
Ryker pushes forward, his cock stretching my pussy wide, filling me alongside Marcus’s thick length in my ass. The dual penetration steals my breath. The two cocks rubbing together through the thin wall inside me, stretching me so full I can barely think.
Then Rex feeds his cock into my open mouth. I take him eagerly, lips stretching around the girth, tongue swirling under the head to catch that salty-sweet pre-cum. I nearly choke on the sheer size, but relax my throat and suck hard, hollowing my cheeks.
Ryker and Marcus start to move. Ryker thrusting deep into my pussy, Marcus rocking up into my ass. The rhythm is perfect, filthy, overwhelming. Every thrust drags against my G-spot and lights up every nerve.
Lorenzo and Alaric stay at my sides, their fingers finding my swollen clit again. They rub and pinch and circle the sensitive nub while I’m stuffed full in every hole.
“Look at you,” Lorenzo groans, voice wrecked. “So fucking beautiful like this. Cock in your mouth, another in your ass, one splitting that greedy pussy open. Our perfect omega. Taking every single inch of us.”
Alaric’s fingers press harder on my clit. “Clit’s so swollen and wet. You’re dripping all over us. Such a messy, perfect girl. Love watching you get used like this.”
I try to suck Rex deeper, moaning around his cock, tears pricking my eyes from the stretch and the pleasure. Ryker’s cock slams into my G-spot with every thrust. The coil inside me winds tighter and tighter.
“That’s it,” Ryker snarls, hips snapping. “Come on my cock. Milk it with that tight little cunt. Gonna knot you so deep that you’ll be pregnant by tonight. I will fill you up over and over again until my seed takes.”
Marcus’s voice is a dark rasp in my ear. “Your ass is squeezing me so fucking good. Love wrecking this fat ass while you get railed in the front. Gonna pump you full, lock my knot in this tight hole.”
My orgasm crashes through me like an earthquake.
I scream around Rex’s cock, body shaking violently as my pussy and ass clamp down hard around the two thick lengths inside me. Pleasure whites out my vision.
Marcus and Ryker roar almost in unison. Their cocks pulse, knots swelling massively, locking them deep inside me.
The stretch is enormous, perfect, tying us together as hot cum floods my ass and pussy in heavy spurts.
Rex follows seconds later, groaning my name as he fills my mouth.
I swallow what I can, but thick ropes spill from the corners of my lips, dripping down my chin.
He pulls out gently, still stroking his knot, and leans down to kiss me, messy and deep, tasting himself on my tongue.
They stay locked inside me, knots pulsing, cum leaking out around the swollen bases. Soft kisses rain over my face, my neck, my breasts, my belly.
“We love you, Anya,” Marcus murmurs against my temple. “Our everything.”
“Perfect mate,” Alaric whispers. “Ours forever.”
The windows are open, and the cool salt air against my skin feels so good. While tangled together in the big bed, I’m tucked safely in the middle, surrounded by five warm, solid bodies.
Their purrs vibrate through me, deep and soothing, five distinct rumbles wrapping around my heart like a blanket.
I think about waking up five years ago today. I was terrified, alone, staring at an uncertain future with no idea how I would survive.
Gratitude hits me so hard my throat tightens.
I have everything now. More than I ever dared want.
My children are safe and happy, sleeping soundly with my mother just down the path. My chosen family. These five alphas who claimed me, who chose me every single day, are bigger, louder, and better than anything I ever lost.
I drift back to sleep surrounded by their purrs, their scents, their love, knowing I am finally, completely home.
THE END
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