Chapter 32
Thirty-Two
LIANA
“So beautiful,” I say as Julian carries me down a path of candles in the night. The rest of the pack follows around me as I look at the hundreds of candles flickering against the night sky.
“This is it,” Ezra says quietly beside me, and I see a beautiful tent before us.
My heart stutters and pounds hard as I gaze at it.
It’s enormous.
White canvas, lit from within, glowing warm and gold against the dark trees behind it. The flap is tied open with thin cream ribbons that lift and fall in the night breeze. The air smells like jasmine and roses. My scent is all around me, rising more and more with anticipation.
“Fuck, she’s shaking,” Julian announces to the rest of the pack.
I am. My thighs are trembling against the silk. My pussy is hot and wet, and I can feel slick beginning to seep between my legs just from thinking about our wedding day.
Julian walks into the tent, setting me on my feet so I can admire the inside.
Oh, god.
Hundreds of candles. Everywhere. On brass sconces along the canvas walls, on low wooden tables, on the floor in glass jars, on the small iron stove in the corner filling the space with warm, shifting light.
The bed is platformed on a low wooden base at the center of the tent, dressed in layers of white linen and silk pillows in shades of cream and pale gray. A soft cashmere throw is folded at the foot. Loose flower petals are scattered across the wooden floor, crushed under our shoes as we walk in.
Whole bouquets stand in vases along the walls. Hydrangeas. Ranunculus. Sweet pea. Every flower I cut from the garden this morning, arranged here, waiting. In the corner, a small antique phonograph turns slowly on a mahogany table, playing something with strings. Violins, I think. Cellos underneath.
“Oh my god, it’s so beautiful,” I whisper as tears spring to my eyes. “This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“Glad you like it, sweetheart,” says Ezra.
The five of us stand in the center of the tent without speaking. My husbands in their wedding suits, all of them watching me with eyes gone dark and hungry in the candlelight. Ezra reaches for my face. His palm cups my jaw, his thumb brushing the line of my cheekbone.
He leans down. Kisses me slow and certain, his mouth warm and firm against mine, his tongue sliding against my lower lip until I whimper into him.
He pulls back. Presses his forehead to mine. Breathes against my mouth.
“I have been waiting my whole life for you,” he whispers, moving behind me. His fingers find the zipper at the back of my dress and pull it down with careful, deliberate slowness. The silk falls open against my shoulders, and cool air kisses my skin.
Tears prick hot behind my eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you too.”
Julian comes to my left and slides the dress off my shoulder with one smooth motion. His mouth finds the bare skin there, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.
Cole comes to my right. Helps slide the other shoulder free. The dress pools at my feet in a soft ivory puddle. He holds my hand steady as I step out of it, his palm warm and rough against mine.
August crosses to the small vanity in the corner. Picks up the dress and lays it across the wooden surface like it’s something precious.
I am naked in the candlelight. Ezra steps in close. Presses his forehead to mine again. His breath is warm against my lips.
“I want to mark you tonight,” he says, low and rough. “But you can say no. You can always say no.”
My hand tightens in his. My voice comes out shaking.
“I’m scared of the pain, Ezra,” I whisper. “I’ve had failed marks, and every one of them burned for months. And now I’m still carrying the scars.”
He cups my face in both hands. He wipes the tears from my cheeks.
“If the mark comes from your true mates, it should never burn,” he says, eyes searching mine. “Do you feel like I’m your soulmate, Liana?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I do.”
“I love you,” he says, kissing me on the lips and then pulling away to quickly undress. All four of them undress before me, making my heart beat faster with arousal.
Julian’s cock springs free first, thick and veined.
The head is flushed dark red and leaking.
Cole’s is longer, leaner, the shaft ridged with veins that pulse visibly in the warm light.
August’s is thick at the base, the head swollen and wet, his balls hanging heavy between his thighs.
And Ezra’s cock is massive, thick and fat and jutting straight out from his hips, his balls tight and full beneath.
By the time all four are naked, I am aching. My pussy is dripping slick down the inside of my thigh. I can smell my own scent filling the tent.
Ezra takes my hand, leading me to the bed and sits me on the edge. He kneels on the wooden floor between my thighs. I swallow, watching how dark his eyes are getting. He is eager to eat me out, I can tell. Placing his hands on my knees, he pushes my legs apart to stare at my pussy.
“Look at her wet, dripping pussy,” he says, rubbing a finger up and down my soaked folds.
My breathing turns harsher, and I gasp when he tickles my clit with his pointer finger.
“Our pregnant omega is so pink and ready for love. Each of your husbands, including myself, is going to make our wedding vows official. Open your legs wider for me, my love.”
He lays me on my back. Lifts my legs up, one hand under each knee, spreading me wide. His mouth lowers to my pussy.
The first lick is slow. Deliberate. His tongue drags from my asshole all the way up to my clit in one long, flat stroke, and I cry out, my head falling back against the pillows.
He licks me slowly.
His tongue circles my clit, round and round, the tip flicking against the swollen nub until I’m gasping, my hips lifting off the bed. I can hear the wet sounds of my slick as he laps me up, my pussy hole sucking at his tongue every time he drags it through my folds.
He rolls his tongue down. All the way down, until he reaches my asshole, and he licks there too — slow, wet circles around the tight ring of muscle until I feel slick begin to seep out of me, warm and thick, running down between my cheeks.
“Fuck,” Julian groans from somewhere behind Ezra. “Her holes look spectacular.”
Heat floods my face. All four of them can see me spread open like this, my pussy and asshole on full display in the candlelight, glistening and wet and pink.
“Look at her,” Ezra says, his voice rough. “Look how ready she is.”
He brings his middle finger to my asshole. Presses gently. The tip slips inside, and I gasp, my pussy clenching hard, slick gushing around his mouth.
He sucks my clit. Hard. His finger works slowly into my ass, stretching the ring open, and I am sobbing into the pillows, my thighs shaking on either side of his head.
“She’s about to come,” Cole says quietly. “Look at her thighs.”
I am. My whole body is trembling, tightening, building toward something enormous, and Ezra’s mouth doesn’t stop, his tongue circling my clit faster and faster, his finger pressing deeper into my ass until—
“Ahh!” I’m screaming, coming hard. My pussy clenches and pulses and I squirt a gush of slick straight into Ezra’s mouth, my back arching off the bed, a high broken cry tearing out of my throat.
Cole, August, and Julian descend on me all at once.
Tongues on my thighs, lapping up the slick, licking my pussy, my asshole, the insides of my thighs. I can hear them groaning, the wet sounds of their mouths on my skin, the way they murmur praises against my pussy and ass.
“You’ve been such a good omega for us,” August whispers against my inner thigh, and I shiver, boneless and wrecked beneath them. “Let us take care of you.”
Ezra lifts his head. His mouth is wet. His eyes are black. He looks at me like he’s going to devour me whole.