“And…” Dante swallows, the words husky. “Will you turn us? So we can be with you as long as forever allows.”
The world tilts with their admissions and my knees weaken. Tears spill freely down my cheeks as I stare at them–at the men who helped rebuild me, who dreamed for me when I didn’t know how to dream for myself on the hard days.
The ring boxes blur through my tears, the glint of sparkling diamonds melting into the faces of the only three people who’ve ever understood me so wholly. My chest constricts so tightly it’s almost painful, and before I can stop it, my knees give way.
I drop down in front of them, trembling hands flying to my mouth as sobs shake loose. The marble is cold beneath my knees, grounding me even as everything else feels like it’s spinning.
Elias is the first to kneel, his hand cupping my cheek, thumb catching tears as fast as they fall. His forehead presses to mine, glasses bumping awkwardly between us, and I laugh through the sob.
Callum drops down next, arms sliding around me from the side, pulling me into a crushing hug that smells like cedar soap. His lips find the crown of my head as his shoulders shake against mine.
Dante is last, but when his knees hit the floor, he doesn’t hesitate to tilt my chin up and press his mouth to mine.
“Yes,” I choke out as I pull back and look at each of them, my voice fraying around the word. “Yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you.”
The applause from our family swells somewhere in the background, but I hardly hear it. The only sound that matters is the thrum of their hearts pressed close to mine.
EPILOGUE TWO
BRIAR
By the time we make it back to the loft, I’m dizzy from more than champagne and overwhelming emotions–pure unadulterated lust has me ensnared in its grasp. The front door slams against the wall as Callum shoves it open, his laugh rough and breathless.
We tumble inside in a tangle of hands and mouths, the door barely swinging shut before it’s forgotten. Elias cages me in, his mouth hot against mine. Delicate buttons pop as he pulls open the top of my dress, while Callum’s fingers skim up my thighs, tugging at the hem of the dress like it personally offended him with its existence.
Dante is the one who steadies me, his palm warm at the small of my back, guiding me just enough to keep me from toppling as their urgency threatens to sweep me off my feet. His lips brush my ear, voice low and rough. “We’ve waited long enough, Briar.”
The moan from me is swallowed by Elias’s mouth still pressing hungrily to mine. I gasp at his dominating need to devour every sound I make, and in the next heartbeat I’m swept to other arms.
Dante’s arms lock around me, lifting me like I weigh nothing. His stride is purposeful, carrying me past the kitchen and tothe bed waiting at the heart of our loft. The oversized mattress looms, sheets tangled from a rushed morning. Dante lowers me onto it with care that clashes with the urgency thrumming in the room. Elias and Callum stand at the end of the bed, their hands sliding away only long enough to begin stripping out of their own clothes.
Shirts hit the floor first as Dante pulls back to do the same. Then zippers are pulled down as the metal of their belts clinks in uneven rhythm as they peel away layers, revealing skin and scars of the men who are mine.
I prop myself on my elbows, breath catching as I watch them bare themselves for me. I want to see every second of it. One by one, the last of their clothes fall away, and I’m left staring like I’ve never seen them before.
It doesn’t matter how many times I see them like this…I will never not think I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
They’re all muscle with broad shoulders and chiseled abdomens. Elias has lean lines cut with definition from hours at the gym, and my mouth waters at his cock already thick and heavy. Dark blue eyes fixate on me with a hunger that steals my breath. He adjusts his glasses almost absently before discarding them on the nightstand, nothing left between me and the raw want blazing in his gaze.
Callum is beside him, his chest slightly broader and with a smattering of chest hair. His bright, light blue eyes spark like ice against his tan skin, and his cock juts forward proudly, showing off the family genetics. His tip already beads with his desire as he languidly strokes the base, like he can barely stand the wait. The grin tugging at his mouth is pure mischief, but the hunger in his eyes is deadly serious.
Dante lingers patiently, but his presence fills the room, with his quiet energy dominating my focus. His skin is the deepest bronze, sun-kissed and warm, the kind of tan that makes himlook sculpted from summer itself. But it’s his warm brown eyes that hold me captive–dark pools of devotion and hunger, like he’s starving for me and nothing else will ever satisfy him.
The weight of their stares has my skin buzzing and desire curling low in my core. Slowly and deliberately, I drag the sharp edge of my fang across my lower lip. Blood beads instantly, spilling into my mouth and down my chin.
Their eyes seem to darken in unison.
I reach for Elias first, curling my hand around the back of his neck to pull him down to me. His lips part, and I press my mouth to his, letting the taste of me spill between us. His groan vibrates into me and his hands find my breasts, kneading reverently as if he can’t touch enough of me at once.
Callum is next as Elias moves to my side. He crashes into me, tongue greedy as he drinks the blood from my mouth. The noise he makes is broken and desperate, his big hands sliding over my dress as his thumbs circle my pebbled nipples through the material until I’m gasping. When I try to pull back, just to breathe, he chases me with a whimper. “More,” he begs, voice cracking. “Please, Briar–fuck, I need more.”
His greedy begging is always my undoing with how much power he makes me feel in our dynamic. There’s never a second in which he makes me feel anything less than worshipped.
He sucks on my bottom lip until I’m trembling and in need of them inside of me. But I can’t yet. I need to make sure they each get my blood inside of them, and as Callum moves to my other side, I’m left staring into warm brown eyes that search mine.
When I pull him in, he moans against my lips like he’s starving. The taste of my blood makes him tremble, and when I nip his lower lip after and murmur, “Good boy,” his entire body shudders. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider as his kisses trail down my jaw to my neck.
Their needy, submissive sounds are something I never thought I’d hear from men like them. My blood makes them burn hotter and lessens their control over their impulses, their touches turning frantic as they worship every inch of me.
