Tristan swallows. “Tell her we’ll be there.”
The door swings closed behind him, and we’re left alone, the four of us staring at each other.
54
SIENNA
Ican stay.
The last, horrible sword hanging over my head is gone.
Alicia and Erikkson are locked up, and their goons with them.
I’m no longer a Denied omega.
And my pack… my breath hitches.
We’re free. All of us.
The grin spreads over my face. Tristan, Jax, Gray and Logan gather around me.
“Bonded?” Tristan asks, looking down at me. His arm is warm and secure around my shoulders, his scent soaking into me.
Jax grins. “It’s done, shortcake. No going anywhere.”
Logan reaches out, stroking his hand across my cheek. “Coffee, I think,” he says quietly. “A moment to let everything sink in.”
I nod gratefully.
Coffee with my pack sounds like exactly what I need.
And after that… who knows?
4 YEARS LATER
“Fuck,” I moan. My hair is pulled back, Logan’s hand slipping around to grip my throat as he pounds into me, my hips pinned in place by the counter in our kitchen.
“They’re going to walk in,” he pants, “and see you writhing around my cock, baby. No rest for you tonight. Gonna fill you up, get you nice and ready for your heat.”
My response is a groan, my fingers gripping the edges of the worktops Gray and I chose. It’s taken us three years from start to finish, but today, wefinallymoved into our new home.
The home Logan and I are currently christening.
“I like this kitchen,” he says thoughtfully, and adds a slap to my ass that makes me see stars. He’s far too restrained for my liking, and I clench my muscles around him.
“No,” he scolds. “No knotting. I haven’t seen the upstairs yet.”
“Logan.” I convulse around him, gasping out my release as footsteps sound outside.
Logan whips out of me, tugging my dress down, and we’re both leaning against the counter by the time Gray walks in. He scans us, his eyes narrowing.
“Already?” he asks. “We just took the wrap off that counter.”
I can’t control my laugh, and it bubbles out of me as he comes over, his lips brushing mine. “I’m feeling a little left out, Bonded.”
Well, we can’t have that.
I’m about to suggest that we relocate to the nest upstairs - the beautiful nest that looks uncannily like my nest in our last home, because I couldn’t bear to leave it behind. But we’re interrupted by gentle scolding.
