My pack truly is wonderful. We’ve been through so much together, and I know we’ll encounter more challenges in the future, but with them at my side, I believe I can face down any evil that comes our way.
After the party,we all crash out in my nest at the Leclerc estate. I’m sandwiched between Cassian and Simon, and cycle through my bonds with my men. Each of them is so filled with love that it nearly brings tears to my eyes. Saints, my pack. My perfect pack.
Together with the resistance and thirty-eight very braveomegas, we’ve done what once seemed impossible. We freed everyone and took down my father. The relief in my breast is palpable. Still, I quietly weep for the omegas who were lost to my father’s brutal experiments and machinations.
“Aw, love,” Cassian murmurs, kissing my tears away.
I sniffle as he bundles me closer to him. He tucks my head beneath his chin, and I press my face into his neck, dragging his scent into my lungs. My mates are so good to me, anticipating my every need and comforting me when I need it most.
“You’ve got that little wrinkle in your forehead. Thinking too hard again,” Simon says, stealing me away from Cassian and trying to kiss that little wrinkle away. Ian, Luca and Marcus clamber over Cassian and Simon to do the same. Luca covers my face in kisses until my bleak mood is forgotten, and I laugh.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he says, dipping lower to kiss my jaw, then a line down my neck.
I let out a low whine, turned on by so little. But it’s always been that way with my men; their smallest touches get me hot every time. Luca snatches my lips in a kiss, and the rub of his piercing against my tongue makes me moan. He comes over me, pressing a thigh between mine. I tangle with him, our bodies moving together in a dizzying tease. My perfume floods the air, and my mates groan at the scent.
“We’re celebrating?” Ian asks, a devious grin on his face.
“Definitely,” Simon says, stealing me away from Luca. He draws me into a teasing kiss, the fall of his lips on mine stirring my desire even further. He’s always been able to turn me needy and boneless with his kisses, tempting and teasing until I need to be touched.
Marcus obliges me, rubbing me through my leggings. At my needy mewl, he strips them from me along with my panties, dragging them down my legs and kissing every inchof flesh he bares, ending with kisses inside my ankles that make me squirm with need.
“Dibs,” he says, smiling against my inner thigh.
“Second dibs,” Ian puts in.
I’m done fighting dibs with these men. After all, theyalwaysmake it worth my while.
Marcus sets his mouth to my pussy, licking me from cunt to clit. I let my thighs fall open, ready to be taken high by him, brought to shatter on his tongue.
Luca helps me to my elbows and kneels in front of me, his thick cock bobbing against his abdomen, piercings glinting in the low light of my nest. I reach for him, and he grasps his cock, slipping it into my ready mouth. I moan around Luca’s length, bobbing my head, his piercings skating over my tongue. The weight of him fills me with need, and I let out a desperate whine. Marcus pumps two fingers into my cunt, filling me as he strokes his tongue over my clit.
“Focus on Luc now, kit-kat,” Simon tells me, his voice low with dark promise.
I swallow Luca down again and again with renewed focus, taking him deep into my mouth.
Marcus thrusts his fingers deep into my cunt, rubbing the tips of them against my sensitive front wall, and I let out a keening cry around Luca’s cock.
“Fuck,” Luca hisses. “I’m going to come. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Come with me, princess.”
I squeeze his knot in one hand, still bobbing on his length. The moment his strokes in my mouth turn jerky, Marcus sucks my clit between his lips, lashing me with his tongue.
I break apart, flying high as Luca comes down my throat.
I sag back down to my nest as aftershocks tingle through my body. Marcus kneels between my spread thighs, his cock brushing against my core. He takes me in one long thrust. Iwhine at the perfect stretch of him, my cunt relaxing and stretching around him.
Cassian and Simon take either side of me, Simon grinning his wicked grin. Together, they stroke their fingers through my wet pussy before rubbing my clit. Saints, I love when they touch me like this, their fingers moving in tandem over my sensitive flesh.
“This is going to be hard and fast, sweet-tart,” Marcus grits out, thrusting deep into my cunt.
“Yes,” I whine. “Please.”
He drives into me, his strokes fast and unrelenting, while Simon and Cassian toy with my clit. Their fingers slip through my slick as they rub my clit between their fingers. I grind against them, taking Marcus even deeper. I let out breathless cry after breathless cry, begging and babbling for them to make me come, reeling with desire.
The moment Marcus finishes inside me and presses his thick knot into my core, I come hard, screaming their names. Simon and Cassian draw out my orgasm while Marcus grinds into me, and I crest again, and again. Finally, I slump down in my nest, wrung out from pleasure.
Marcus flips us so I’m resting on his chest, and I drag his scent into my nose, sighing against my newest—and final—mate. My nest smells so perfectly of my whole pack, and I drowse on Marcus’ chest, blissfully happy.
When his knot deflates and slips free from me, I remember Ian’s second dibs with a lazy smile. I roll off of Marcus and get on my forearms and knees, presenting my pussy for my mate. He lets out a low growl of need as he comes to me. He drags his fingers through my slick pussy, groaning when he feels how wet I am.
