Finn moves in beside him, all fluid lines and calculated grace, his blue eyes drinking me in. When he reaches me first, his mouth claims mine, soft and sure, stealing the air from my lungs.
Landon’s lips find my neck, hot and demanding, and my knees almost give out. Other hands join in, firm, possessive, worshipping, trailing heat over my hips, my breasts, my thighs. I could name them if I tried; Graham’s steady touch, Carson’s teasing brush, Hunter’s grounding grip—but with my eyes closed and pleasure blooming bright and hot, it doesn’t matter. They’re all mine. I’m all theirs.
They guide me down into the plush nest of blankets and pillows, and I sink into it with a whimper. Someone—Carson, I realize when he groans against me—slides between my legs, his mouth closing over my slick, and sparks explode behind my eyelids. My back arches, my fingers claw at the cushions, and helpless moans tumble out of me.
Finn’s mouth is at my throat, kissing, nipping, claiming in his own way. I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer, and his low growl vibrates against my skin.
“Mark me,” I pant, the words half a plea, half a command.
He freezes for only a heartbeat, then his teeth sink into the soft curve of my neck. Pleasure detonates through me, sharp and electric, and I cry out, my body clenching as another orgasm crashes over me.
“Landon,” I gasp, my hand flying to the back of his neck to pull him close, my voice wrecked and desperate. “Bite me. This time’s forever.”
His answering groan is guttural, primal. His mouth latches onto the other side of my neck, and the second his teeth break skin, my whole body bows in ecstasy. It’s heat and light and belonging all at once, a tether snapping tight inside me, binding us together in a way that leaves no room for doubt.
The world blurs around me in a haze of heat and pleasure. My body thrums, every nerve alight, every sense tuned to them—my pack. My marks throb in perfect rhythm with my heartbeat, and it feels as if I can feel them in my soul.
Landon lifts his head from my neck, his eyes dark and shining. His lips are wet with my taste, and he looks wrecked, reverent. Finn is still pressed against me, his teeth marks stinging in the best way, his breath hot against my ear.
“Mine,” Landon whispers, like he can’t believe it, like he has to say it to make it real.
“All of ours,” Graham rumbles from somewhere near my legs, his deep voice vibrating through me. His big hand glides up my thigh, pausing to squeeze before it spreads me wider, his touch sure and claiming.
I whimper and arch into it, and that’s all the invitation they need.
Hands roam over my body, learning me again, reminding me how completely I belong to them. Carson’s mouth replaces his fingers between my thighs, and I cry out as his tongue finds me, drawing circles that have my hips jerking. Hunter kneels at my head, before he tugs me half into his lap, his chest to my back, and I melt into his warmth as his lips trace the curve of my shoulder. His teeth graze my skin—teasing, promising—and my body trembles in response.
Landon moves lower, kissing a path down my chest, his tongue teasing a peak before he sucks lightly, and I’m gone, head tipping back into Hunter’s shoulder with a brokenmoan. Finn captures my lips in a kiss that steals the sound, slow and deep.
“You feel so good,” Carson groans from between my thighs, his voice vibrating through me. “So perfect like this, all of us on you…”
“Too much,” I gasp, my nails clawing for purchase in the nest of blankets. “I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can,” Graham interrupts. He shifts, and I feel the press of his hand against my lower belly, holding me down as Carson works me over. “We’ve got you, sweetheart. Take it. Let us love you the way we’re meant to.”
The words, the hands, the mouths—they break me open. Heat coils tight in my core, spilling over as I arch and cry out, shattering apart on their touch. My orgasm rips through me like wildfire, my vision going white at the edges, and I collapse into Hunter’s arms, shaking.
But they’re not done.
Not until each of them has had their turn claiming me in every way, touching, kissing, and worshipping as though they’ve been waiting for this forever. And each of our marks are on each other’s skin. We are connected in every possible way. Their feelings are so strong and washing over me, I’m not sure I’ll ever leave this room.
By the time Landon finally slides into me, slow and deep, I’m already trembling and drenched, surrounded by the smell and heat of my pack. Finn strokes my cheek, Hunter kisses the top of my head, Carson and Graham hold my legs open, and I’m theirs completely—body and soul.
Four alphas. One beta. One omega. One pack.
Home.
By the timethe sun creeps past the blinds, I feel wrung out and bliss-drunk, every inch of me marked and humming with them. I drift in and out of sleep in my nest, the room heavy with the scent of us—of home. My body feels loose, sated, boneless in the way only they can leave me. Graham’s house hums around us, quieter than my apartment ever is, the steady tick of the hallway clock and the soft whir of the heating vent a lullaby under the weight of five warm bodies.
I roll lazily to my side and find Landon dozing next to Graham, his arm wrapped around him and lips parted, his mark on my neck still throbbing in perfect time with my heartbeat. Finn’s arm is thrown across my stomach, his pencil calluses a rough comfort against my skin. Hunter stirs behind me as I shift, one big hand instinctively sliding over my hip to keep me close.
My chest swells until it’s almost too full. Mine.
For the first time in what feels like forever, there’s no ache in my chest. No lonely hum under my skin. A perfect calmness and peace washes over me. I love this feeling. Of waking up with each of them humming inside me, even in sleep. It’s pure happiness.
Which lasts all of three minutes before reality knocks on the edges of my happiness. The thought of what comes next pokes at the edges of my perfect little cocoon. A knot of worry settles low in my stomach.
My dad.
