I drove into her one final time, burying myself completely as my own release crashed through me. White-hot pleasure radiated outward from where our bodies joined, more intense than anything I'd experienced before. My knot grew large, firm, finding purchase inside her body. I didn’t want to ever pull out of her wet, wonderful warmth. This wasn't just physical satisfaction—this was completion on a level I hadn't known existed.
As the last tremors subsided, I found myself hesitating. Leaning down against her, I kissed her deeply, tenderly. I feltmy dick jump, pulsing to attention. I knew I needed to release her before my own need grew hotter again. It was already happening. I found myself pushing inward, driving myself deeper instead of pulling myself out.
Just a few more thrusts.
A heartbeat more to feel the wonder of her body.
Then I withdrew, carefully climbing over her legs and tumbling to my side. I breathed heavily, feeling the weight of an entire world lifting off my chest. Is this what whole feels like?
Lucy sat up, staring down at me. Her eyes were so damn bright, so alert. So focused on the final step of our pack bond. She took my hand, knitting our fingers together, and she raised my wrist to her mouth.
Her teeth found my skin, no hesitation, breaking through with a sharp pressure that sent lightning bolts through my veins. I couldn’t even describe the sensations that followed. Lucy flooded through me like morphine. She touched every part of my insides, seeping in with unstoppable purpose. Our eternal bond solidified with a resounding crack; the power of it stole my breath, and Lucy was suddenly in my mind. A whisper. A nudge. Another life force weaved into my own.
It wasn’t some mystical, mind-reading telepathy. This connection was wordless and deeper. I felt her with me, hovering in my heart and my mind and my soul.
But there was something more—something that hadn't happened with the previous bonds. As Lucy's connection took root, settling into place like it had always existed inside me, I felt the other marks strengthen as well. I didn’t know it would be like this. I didn’t know that the pack bond could feel so tangible, so complex.
My brothers and I had forged our pack through shared trauma and anger.
Lucy forced our pack through healing and love.
From the sudden intake of breath around the bed, I knew my brothers felt it too. The final puzzle piece, transforming five separate bonds into a single, unbreakable whole. Lucy gasped, her eyes widening as the sensation washed through her.
"Oh," she breathed, one hand pressed to her chest as if trying to contain the sensation. "I can feel all of you. Together."
Xander moved first, gathering Lucy against his chest with gentle hands. The rest of us followed, arranging ourselves around them in a protective circle. Our bodies formed a living fortress with Lucy at its center.
Nothing could harm her anymore.
Not sickness. Not asshole family. Not even us.
“I’m exhausted,” Lucy said quietly, her words fading away into a breathy laugh.
“Then sleep,” Xander murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Lucy's eyes fluttered closed, her body finally surrendering to exhaustion. Xander lowered her gently to the bed, Fallon moving quickly to position pillows. We moved around her to lie down, not caring that our legs and arms and even dicks touched one another. We just needed to be near her.
As Lucy drifted toward sleep, her hands reached out, seeking contact with each of us—fingers threaded through mine, palm pressed against Asher's chest, one foot tucked against Fallon's leg, the other pressed against Xander, head nestled in the crook of Nitro's arm.
"Mine," she whispered, the word barely audible as sleep claimed her. "Allmine."
My brothers and I rumbled back in agreement, all overcome by the feeling of six synchronized heartbeats.
She was ours. We were hers.
This wasn’t something the world could bust-up. This wasn’t something that could crash and burn, ending up in a pile ofwreckage. This wasn’t something I’d ever need the right tools or parts to fix.
As my pulse steadied, I felt like the luckiest bastard alive.
63
LUCY
I woke to sunlight painting gold patterns across my skin, the warmth seeping into muscles that ached in unfamiliar but delicious ways.
For a moment, I lay perfectly still, cataloging every new sensation—the pleasant soreness between my thighs, the gentle throbbing of five distinct bite marks on my body, the lingering scent of my Alphas embedded in my pores. Five Alphas.My Alphas. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through me, more potent than the sunbeams caressing my naked skin.
My lower body pulsed with need despite the tenderness there.
