“Look, it turned out well for us. I knew that I loved my pack, even then. The whole thing was confusing, the lies were overwhelming, but buried under all of that was true love. And it’s not just because we’re scent matches. We hadyears of a foundation before that. But I worry other people would have felt so pressured that they may not have thought through their decision. I needed that kick in the pants, but it was a risky gamble on your part.”
“About the scent matching. How has your anxiety been since the show concluded? Your biggest fear came true. Are you still stuck in your house?”
Bradley’s question rubs me the wrong way. I know that the level of anxiety I had was abnormal, but the way he phrased it felt like it came from a place of judgment, not understanding.
“Anxiety doesn’t go away overnight. It’s not always logical, either. Of course, I know what I was hiding from has happened, but that doesn’t remove a decade of fear. But I’m here, aren’t I? I don’t love being out in public, especially by myself. When my pack is with me, it’s a lot easier. I do spend a lot of time worrying that Derrick won’t make it back from work, that Ivan will get sick, or that Grant will get kidnapped, but I know those are irrational fears.”
“I’ve started taking self-defense classes. Just in case someone decides to kidnap a grown man.” Grant delivers the line with such a straight face that the audience bursts into laughter. It’s a welcome distraction from putting my anxiety on display.
“Anyway, I’m healing. I have a wonderful support system.”
Bridgette scoots onto the edge of the loveseat and reaches for me like she did when I first sat down. “Was it worth it? All of the fear, the hurt from their lies, the show?”
My guys crowd me, squeezing in so close that I may as well be straddling Ivan and Derrick’s laps.
“Yeah, it was. It may not have been what I expected, but it was what I needed.”
Epilogue
TWO YEARS LATER
Grant’s hipsdimple under my grip, and his whimpering groan has me panting and slick.
“Fuck, Omega.” His voice is strangled and muffled as he buries his face in the sheets of my nest.
Sweat rolls down my spine as I thrust into him.
The guys make this look so easy. The first time I fucked Grant with a strap-on, I did not make it very long on top. He ended up shoving me to my back and riding me while I jerked him off. The o-ring around the base of the toy vibrates, and the pressure of his weight and movement hit my clit just right as he chased his pleasure on the toy. We fell apart together, and when the Alphas got home and found us sprawled naked together, they were pissed they missed the show.
They’re missing this one, too.
I angle my hips like Derrick taught me until I’m stroking into Grant in a way that has him begging. I love that sound and know exactly what he’s asking for.
His dick is heavy and leaking when I reach around him to grip it in my fist. He fucks himself on me, alternatingbetween pushing back on the fake cock and thrusting into my hand. When he comes with a sweet and pathetic moan and collapses onto the plush surface, I follow him right down.
My beautiful Beta is spent, but I’m not worried about being left wanting. Ivan and Derrick leer at me from the doorway of the nest. They’ve been standing there for a few minutes, watching us together and biding their time. I smelled the burst of their pheromones when they walked in and saw what we were doing, and now that Grant is taken care of, they’ve set their sights on me.
Derrick’s gaze is predatory as he stalks closer, pulling his shirt off as he moves.
Ivan looks giddy, bouncing as he crosses to me. “You two started the party without us.” It’s a playful chastising from him, but I still fix my face in a pout.
“I’m sorry, Alpha. I just felt so needy.”
Twin predatory growls answer, and they’re both on top of me in seconds. Ivan works on getting the strap off of me while Derrick grabs my hair and exposes my neck.
“Are you saying you’re not a well-taken care of Omega? That your Alphas aren’t good to you?”
As soon as the harness is off my hips, Ivan dives between my legs and licks up the slick mess left behind. Derrick tightens his grip on my hair and grabs my chin, making sure I am locked in his storm colored eyes.
“Ivan, don’t let her come. Our girl needs to be taught a lesson.”
Marlie’spretty voice sings about broken hearts for the fifteenth time as I work on getting the clip cut down to the perfect twenty-second sound bite. She didn’t know I was recording at her open mic last week.
That I have been recording her for weeks.
It’s taken me a few years, but I finally know how I’m going to get Marlie back for signing me up forKnot What You Expected.Even though it worked out wonderfully for me, I can’t let her get away with her meddling.
She’s been lulled into a false sense of safety by this point. I bet she’s forgotten that I swore I’d get her back one day.
