Chapter 36
AUGUST
Ihave been waiting patiently for my turn to make love to Liana. I touch my cock as I climb onto the bed beside her. I’ve been hard and aching ever since I watched Ezra sink his teeth into her collarbone, and it wasn’t painful for her.
She is on her side. Panting.
Her face flushed, her eyes drifting closed and open again, three pack marks blooming gold and warm on her body— collarbone, ass cheek, forearm. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
My gaze travels down her body. The curve of her pregnant belly. The soft swell of her breasts. The dip of her waist.
“August,” she calls softly. Her voice is drowsy.
“I’m here,” I whisper. I kiss her cheek. Her skin is damp with sweat. But while she’s knotted to Julian, I glance down at her ass.
Between her ass cheeks, Cole’s release is still leaking out of her tight back entrance in a fresh white trickle, running slowly down the soft valley between her cheeks.
The candlelight catches it. Gleams on it.
Her small pink ring is still slightly open from Cole, glistening wet, and the sight of it makes me growl.
I need to claim her ass next.
I reach for the small soft cloth on the bedside table. Beside it, there’s a basin of rose water, which is still warm. I dip the cloth gently into the water. It comes away warm and fragrant.
I move to her on the bed. Gently roll her further onto her side so I have full access. Spread her ass cheeks open with one hand.
“August, what are you doing?”
“Relax,” I murmur. “I just need to get you clean, baby. Then I’ll make a mess inside of you. Only my cum will be leaking out of you.”
I use the cloth in my other hand to wipe her carefully. The soft skin between her cheeks. Her thighs where the white trickle has dripped. The small pink ring of her ass — I clean it with infinite tenderness, the cloth warm and gentle against her sensitive skin.
I am doing this for her comfort. But I am also doing this for myself. I need her clean for me. I need to be the only one in her body in the next few minutes. The only release. The only mark.
I set the cloth aside and look at her clean, tight little hole.
It is still slightly open. Still glistening pink. Waiting for me.
I bring my middle finger to her opening. Press gently.
My finger sinks in easily. She has been worked open thoroughly already, and my finger meets almost no resistance. I sink in to the second knuckle.
She moans softly. “More,” she whispers against the pillow. “Please, August. I want more in my ass. I need you there.”
“Is this what you want, baby?” I ask, my voice rough. “You want my cock in this tight little ass?”
“Yes. God, yes. Please.”
I withdraw my finger. A small fresh trickle of Cole’s release that I had not been able to wipe out comes with it, and I growl, determined to fill her ass with my release.
I put my finger back inside her.
My finger moves in slow circles inside her ass, and another small slow trickle escapes around it, and I cannot stop watching. The soft pink of her ass clenching around my finger. The faint shudder of her hip every time I push deeper.
I add a second finger, pumping my fingers in and out of her tight little anus. She is so wet. So loose. So ready. I am going to lose my mind. Pulling my fingers out, I spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands. My cock is throbbing against my stomach, leaking pre-cum in a thin strand.
I push inside her slowly.
She is so wet with my brother’s release and with her own slick and with everything that has happened tonight. My cock sinks into her ass to the hilt in one long stroke, and I gasp against her shoulder, my hips jerking forward.
I stay there. For a long beat. Just feeling her body around me. Her ass clenching in slow pulses, taking me, holding me.
I kiss the back of her neck, staring at her now smooth skin glowing with her true pack’s marks.
“I’m going to give you the fourth mark,” I whisper against her skin. “You’re going to be fully ours after this. Fully our omega.” My voice cracks. “I love you, Lia. More than anything.”
I begin to move.
Slowly at first. Building the rhythm carefully. She is sleepy and warm beneath me, her body already pulsing with three pack bonds, and I want her to feel mine slowly. Gently.
“I want your mark,” she whispers as she takes my cock in her ass. I reach around and finger her clit as I pound her ass.
“You’re my good girl. You’re taking me so beautifully. You are the only thing in the world I want. The only thing.”
I pick up my pace gradually. Her ass clenches around my cock with each thrust, hot and tight, and I can feel my own orgasm building low in my belly. She starts to tighten around me.
“Oh!” she shouts as I rub her clit harder and harder. She screams through her orgasm, and I know it’s the right time to mark her now.
I kiss the soft skin directly on her collarbone. Kiss it again. Feel her pulse hammering beneath my lips. Then I sink my teeth in.
The bond blooms instantly.
The fourth and final bond settles into my body and into hers. I feel my entire pack. Ezra, Cole, and Julian. All of them. All of their bonds with her amplified through my own. I have access to the pack now. The whole pack and her at the center of it, golden and warm and perfect.
I come inside her ass with a long ragged groan as I thrust one last time.
“Fuck!” I yell as I explode inside of her, my cock swelling and growling inside of her ass. The knot connects us instantly. “You’re mine. You’re ours. You’re fully our omega now. I love you so fucking much.”
I stay locked inside her. My knot is swollen and throbbing inside of her, my balls draining all my liquid deep into her ass. I pull the cashmere throw up over her legs. Around her shoulders. She is sweaty and trembling, but I don’t want her to get cold.
“Warm enough?” I murmur into her hair.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this warm in my life,” she giggles. She’s the center of us now. The warm gold heart of the whole pack, and I would burn the world down before I let anything touch her again.
One by one, my brothers come to her.
Cole presses his lips to the mark at her forearm.
Julian kisses the crown of her head, murmuring something soft against her hair that makes her smile with her eyes still closed.
Ezra takes her hand and brings her knuckles to his mouth, his thumb moving slowly over the four rings that catch the candlelight.
“You gave us a home,” Ezra says quietly to her. “You know that? Four alphas living in a fancy penthouse, but we all felt empty. Until you.”
Her eyes drift open. She looks at each of us in turn, slow and drowsy and glowing, and when she finally speaks, her voice is barely more than breath.
“I spent so long being afraid of being found,” she whispers. “And then you found me anyway. And it turned out that was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
She lays her hand flat over the swell of her belly, over the two small lives moving beneath it, and I cover her hand with mine, and one by one my brothers cover ours, until all five of our hands are pressed together over the future we made.
“You’re home now, baby,” I tell her. “All of us. Right here. For the rest of our lives.”
She smiles, and her eyes fall closed, drifting to sleep in the middle of her pack with four gold marks blooming warm against her skin and every single one of us watching over her.
Safe. Ours. Loved beyond measure.
And she’s finally, finally home.
THE END
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