Epilogue
Freddie
It was only a matter of time before Mia succumbed to my request to have sexy time in Simon’s dressing room. My energy hasn’t fully come down from the game, adrenaline buzzing under my skin, but I’m getting even more amped up seeing my omega in this sacred space.
She shot me down time and time again, but I knew our time would come eventually. Persistence is a virtue.
I’ve stripped down, having already delicately placed Simon’s parts back where they belong.
However, before the game, I noticed that his head was once again two centimeters out of place. This confirms my suspicions that someone has been touching him while I’m away.
The motherfucking audacity.
There is a mascot vandal in our midst, and I will not rest until they are found… But that’s a matter for future Freddie.
“You can wear the gloves,” she says, pointing at the oversized sloth claws resting on the shelf below my mascot head. “But you’re absolutely not allowed to touch me with them.”
I nod immediately, because compromise is the backbone of healthy relationships.
Plus, if I start gloating too early, she might change her mind before making my dream come true.
She looks around the room until her gaze lands on the lasso I used during a sideline skit earlier. Her smile turns wicked. “Perfect! Claws on, baby, so I can tie your arms.”
Poking my lips out in my most adorable pout, I tell her, “That’s cheating, leafy green. Don’t you trust me to follow your rules?”
“Absolutely not.” She tosses her head back with an unnecessarily dramatic laugh.
Fair.
I slide the claw gloves on slowly, making sure to lick my lips and wiggle my eyebrows in a way that would define seduction in the dictionary.
Shockingly, she does not throw herself at me.
“This means a lot to me, leafy green. I’m glad you’ve come to your senses so you can feel a sliver of the power I wield when I become one with Simon.”
“Honestly,” she says, looping the rope around my wrists, “my instincts are telling me to run instead of playing along.”
I gasp. “Don’t you dare.”
She leads me by the rope toward the wall hook where I normally hang my coat and ties the free end, forcing me to lift my arms.
I test the restraint.
Solid knot work.
My omega is talented.
She grabs both sides of my face and pulls me into a kiss that erases every thought in my head. “Love you, Freddie.”
“Love you most, leafy green.”
She kisses me again, then her lips begin to trail down. Her mouth moves to my neck, where she pauses to kiss my bond mark from Spencer, then lower and lower until she’s on her knees before me.
Her fingers tug at the waistband of the athletic shorts I wore under Simon’s fur today, dragging them down to my ankles. Lucky for her, I didn’t bother with an additional layer, so there’s no undies for her to remove.
My hands feel a little extra sweaty inside the claw gloves, definitely due to the excitement of this moment.
She teases me slowly, taking her sweet time, glancing up through her lashes like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Sexy little menace.
This is magnificent.
I can feel Simon’s spirit agree. When I look over to where his head is resting, I know he feels all of this, too.
My eyes roll back when she swallows me down.
I try to hold back, but it’s no use. Not when her throat is tight around my cock. The power of the room is definitely also a contributing factor to my quick release. I groan, pleasure ripping through me in a way I’ve never felt before. Glory. Gratitude. Greatness.
The sensation is everything… Until we’re interrupted.
Beep.
I freeze at the sound of the keypad granting someone entrance to the room.
Spencer walks in first, his game day suit still as pristine as when we left the house earlier this morning. “Good news, Rufus said the old house officially has a buyer…” His words trail off as he takes in the sight of me tied up at our omega’s mercy.
Zak walks in behind him, distracted by his phone until he realizes Spencer has stopped. He looks up, and his jaw drops open.
“Why is he tied up?” Zak asks.
Spencer looks at my hands. “Is he wearing the claws?”
Mia rises gracefully and pats my chest. “He’s been a very good boy.”
She turns, pressing her back against my naked chest. Each alpha kisses her deeply in greeting. It’s nice to have them all huddled around me, especially knowing Simon’s spirit is with us, too.
“I can taste him on you, omega,” Zak says before slipping his tongue into her mouth for an even better taste.
She giggles when they break apart. “Did you like it, Daddy?”
He kisses her again in response. Soon we’re one big huddle of limbs. I sigh happily, basking in the warm afterglow, until my arms start to ache.
I look up at my bound wrists.
Then I look around at my pack.
Then back at my wrists.
“Hey,” I say, giving the rope an experimental tug. The hook rattles, but the knot holds firm. “I’m still tied up.”
None of them says a word or moves to release me. Spencer is busy smoothing a hand down Mia’s back while Zak kisses her neck.
I clear my throat obnoxiously and shift my weight. “Is someone going to cut me loose?”
Mia closes her eyes like she’s too exhausted by the day’s events to continue, but I can see the corners of her mouth twitching. Traitor.
“Leafy green.”
Nothing.
“Spencer,” I puff out my chest and plead, “As head alpha, I feel this falls under your jurisdiction. Release me at once, good sir!”
He doesn’t even glance at me as he says, “No.”
I gasp with mock outrage.
Rude.
“Zakyboo?” I ask, hoping to find support in my last option. “You’ve always been my favorite.”
“That’s a lie,” he says immediately.
“It can become true if you untie me.” A very nice offer. I even bat my eyes at him.
“Absolutely not.” He shakes his head.
I sigh dramatically and settle in, content to see how things unfold. Simon’s head watches approvingly from its place. With my wrists tied, I can’t touch anyone, but they’re all touching me, which means Simon’s claws are officially participating in the action.
Worth it.