Epilogue ABBIE #2
“Way more than I ever imagined I’d be as a Flyer,” I tell him honestly, leaning back to look into his handsome face.
“Club aside, I never thought I’d get one mate, let alone four.
And as for the rest of it…” I look around at everyone sprawling on picnic blankets, their faces lit up by the bonfire and moonlight. “It really feels like I’ve come home.”
He smiles, dropping a kiss on my lips, and I dance with each of the guys until Ark calls the club to attention.
I’m nudged up to the front with Tricks and Bluff, who both grin at my obvious dislike of the spotlight.
Being worshipped on movie night is a lot different to being voted in as a member of the club’s council, but thankfully, our gruff president keeps his speech short and sweet.
“I’m proud of you, Abbie,” he says after the fanfare is over, and he slides my cut into place. “No one deserves the trust of the club more than you.”
I shiver as I clutch his arm, overwhelmed.
It’s not just the new weight on my back, but the responsibility that goes with it.
I was brought up in a club where omegas were only ever old ladies, and alpha rule reigned supreme.
But then I catch Tricks’ sparkling gaze and she squeals so loudly, I’m pretty sure my eardrums will be ringing for a week.
“Finally, some council members who make these cuts look good,” she chirps, insisting on a group twirl that has everyone clapping and hooting.
We’re engulfed in hugs and well wishes, but when I eventually manage to slip away, Ark stalks up to me, his eyes glowing brighter than usual. “Don’t run away, butterfly. The party is just starting.”
I raise my brows at him, but he jerks his head at our mates, who are meandering over to join us. “Come on, get moving. We’re getting picked up in five.”
“We’re not riding?” Bluff is obsessed with his shiny new Indian Roadmaster. It’s a hulking beast of a bike, and looks so pretty purring along behind my queen. “I just got my license back, boss.”
“Yeah, and we’ll celebrate with a nice long ride tomorrow. But tonight, we need all the attention on our omegas.”
Wings and I exchange a look, his fingers threading through mine. “Oh, yeah? What did we do wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing,” Ark grins as he nods in the direction of the biggest stretch limousine I’ve ever seen. It’s shiny black, with silver rims, and even Bluff stops pouting as it purrs to a stop beside us. “I thought we should treat you to a tour of the city.”
“Just of the city, boss?” Pitt asks as he steps up behind me and Wings, his hands snaking around our waists. “Or are we planning on exploring a little closer to home?”
“Well, that all depends.” Ark opens the door and sweeps a hand inside. “You up for a ride, Omegas?”
Wings shoots me a wide-eyed look, but we both scramble inside, exclaiming over the luxurious interior.
There’s a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and soft music is being piped through the speakers.
There are also two gift-wrapped boxes on the leather bench seat, and Ark hands us one each as the other guys slide inside. “This is from your alphas.”
Wings and I tear into the packaging, both gasping at the matching silver cuffs on a velvet lining. Instead of the Iron Flyers emblem, there are five interlocked hearts etched into the surface. “Club or no club,” Ark says, “you’re the center of our world, and we don’t want you to ever forget it.”
“Ditto,” the other guys murmur, and I slide the cuff on my wrist as I climb onto Ark’s lap.
He sweeps an arm around Wings, pulling him onto his other knee and the scent of satisfied pack alpha wafts over us.
Ark and Wings are closer than ever, and while it’s still a brotherly kind of love, it’s a mutual devotion that never fails to bring a smile to my eyes, and a flutter to my heart.
Wings and I clasp hands, admiring our new cuffs and grinning like a pair of fools.
When we lean forward to kiss, the other guys scoot closer, Bluff dropping to a knee in front of us, while Pitt presses against my back.
His hand sweeps my hair over my shoulder and Wings leans forward to run his tongue over my claiming bites.
The guys like to mark up my scent gland any chance they get, and Wings has got into the habit of tending the afterburn.
As he licks over my bites, I nudge him back to return the favor.
We’re both shivering at the sensation, and our alphas groan at the arousal shooting through our bonds.
I’m not surprised when Pitt starts stripping off my cut and tank, but I raise my brows as Bluff slides in behind Wings and runs his hands up under his tee.
“Been thinking about marking you up,” he growls into Wings’ nape. “Think you can take another big mouth getting all up in your business?”
We all watch Wings’ shudder, but he nods quickly as Bluff presses a kiss to his throat.
It’s the signal for our alphas to strip us bare, and Ark runs his hand down my thigh as Pitt plays with my nipples.
Every kiss he presses to my back and shoulders makes my core tighten, and I groan as Ark slides a thick finger between my folds.
“Fuck!” Wings gasps, and I look over to find Bluff on his knees, taking our omega’s cock down to the root. “When you said big mouth…”
He chokes off the rest, his head hitting the back of the seat. The pleasure on his face is almost as addicting as the scent of his slick, and I start pawing at Ark’s hard bulge, desperate for a taste of my own.
“Fuck,” I whimper, as I get Ark’s cock out, the piercing glinting in the soft lights. “Speaking of big things…”
Pitt takes over fingering my pussy as I lean forward to lap at Ark’s slit.
Alpha pre-come sparks on my tongue and I whimper as I take the thick head down my throat.
I can hear Bluff slurping as I swallow around Ark’s girth, and he rocks his hips gently, his hands stroking my hair.
Pitt has pushed another finger inside me, and as he plucks at my clit, my thighs start to shake.
I roll my eyes up to look at Ark, and he smirks, his dark eyes gleaming with wicked thoughts.
“You can finish me off after, butterfly,” he says as he grips his shaft and pries me off his head. “Right now, I want to see our omegas getting all of the attention.”
Pitt laughs at the pout on my face, but his fingers are still inside me, so I can’t complain too much. “How do you want to work this, boss?” He asks, his breath warm on the back of my neck.
Bend them over,” Ark replies, patting his thick thighs. They’re a dream in dark denim, and I feel slick moisten my folds as I stare at his bulge. “We gotta work on our group maneuvers if we want to keep everyone happy.”
Pitt snorts, but Bluff is already pressing Wings across Ark’s thigh. I quickly mimic his position, my spine arching as Pitt parts my folds with his thick cock. He surges inside me so fast, I’d slide right off Ark’s thigh if Wings wasn’t there to catch me with a kiss.
Bluff chuckles at my expression, but Ark tips our flushed faces up to meet his gaze. “You okay, Omegas? If this is too much, we can just sit back and watch the view.”
I bite my lip, staring into Wings’ glazed eyes. Bluff is inching his way inside him, and I shiver at how perfect he looks, his lashes fluttering, and his lips caught in a soft O. “I’m pretty sure the scenery around here doesn’t get better than this.”
Ark grunts his agreement, his scent washing over us in contented waves. “That’s what we’re here for. To worship you both like the perfect omegas you are.”
Wings lunges forward to kiss my lips, and as we pass our soft moans back and forth, I try to engrave this moment on my heart.
Not just because it’s a perfect night, but because after everything we’ve been through, we somehow found our way here, two souls burning bright in the arms of our devoted mates.