“Oh, yes,” Talon whispers as he starts coming, his knot pulsing inside my pussy, he changes to deeper thrusts and his orgasm floods me right around the same time Hayes roars his release, filling my throat so much it leaks out of my mouth.
I love listening to the two of them come. It also turns me on insanely when they kiss while they’re both inside my body. I know they haven’t forgotten me as they groan into each other’s mouths. They keep scenting me up, they both keep coming, sending me into a floaty orgasm high.
* * *
“Did you change, micina?” Koz smirks, as he holds his arm out for me. His arm settles around my shoulders while Puck’s hand settles on my lower back. Talon and Hayes take the other side of us.
“Smile,” Simona urges, and the flash of her camera is blinding. But she doesn’t let up and must take close to fifty shots before I lose my patience.
“Enough, Sim! We don’t need that many.”
Koz growls in my ear. “We need lots of photos. Be a good omega and smile, this one is needed for proof of time and place.”
I change my mood in an instant and drop a megawatt smile at Simona’s mobile this time, not her fancy camera lens.
She laughs and pastes on her practised smile as the rest of the Scorned Girls, Dad, all my uncles, and anyone who needs an alibi swarms in and we do a live stream. There’s lots of posturing, but it’s full of what will make this go viral—people aren’t used to seeing this many ‘wanted’ in one place.
Tris’s online presence is certainly going to help. She’s got her own PR team that will ensure our clip gets seen
“Wish you were here, bitches or not.” Heidi laughs and throws a finger up.
Sim presses stop and everyone lets out a collective groan of relief. And then, no shit, everyone moves away like their asses are on fire, with the noise my alphas make when I sigh. But at the same time, people have things to do.
King and my uncles start joking as they go grab the ridiculously oversized television from the undercover part of our rooftop terrace, while the girls finish posting and tagging the videos that are currently flooding their social media accounts—and ours.
It takes a couple of minutes, but in the madness, I finally turn to Puck, looking for answers, “Why were you laughing so hard before?”
“I got a special delivery left at the door downstairs along with more phoenix flowers. Lew brought it up.”
“What was it?” I ask him.
“Sharlene’s fingernails.” Puck barely finishes speaking, and he’s laughing again.
I pull a pukey face. I mean, I get the message delivered, but at the same time my pregnancy means I’m always fighting off feeling sick. And any little thing sets me off.
“Oh, you just wait, beautiful.” He smiles so wide I see his pearly whites as he dips down low for a long, slow kiss. “Love you so much, Raney,” he says between each twist of his tongue.
“Okay, pup, turn around and since this was your idea, you can do the lead in for our omega,” Koz directs, his eyes locked on mine. He brushes hair off my face, and his fingers take a deliberately slow run down my scar before he shakes his head and turns me so I’m nestled against his chest. His hands holding Bean and me.
And Puck takes centre stage because I swear that’s where he was born to be.
“I think today is actually a fitting end to what was the start of our story. I guess though, first I need to thank a few people, so shut up and listen.” Puck always takes my breath away when he talks. And these days he’s grown into who he was always going to be. The self-assurance and confidence in the way he loves renders me teary eyed.
“First up, to King, I think I can safely say there was a point where I hated you so fucking much, but without you, I would not be where I am and who I am, so straight up, I love you. Now don’t you start fucking crying on me,” Puck insists with a bright smile as he wipes his own eyes.
I twist around and look at everyone here with us today. All of them ooze happiness. All of them are safe too.
“When I rocked up at the Fallen, I was a mess. King took me in, despite who my parents were and what I did to Raney; he clothed and supported me. He made me deal with my shit before it changed me forever. And I was, and am honoured, he became the father I never had. The pricks at the Fallen became my brothers and they helped me see what the word family means. Twinkles also taught me how to fight, except everyone knows I can beat his ass with my eyes closed now. But that’s beside the point. You know I could go on and on, make you all laugh, but at the end of the day we can laugh as we watch the Anders empire crumble. I’m always up for a laugh or a joke, but I will not ever make fun of how these men shaped me. Thank you to each and every one of you.”
He looks at me and shakes his head. “Don’t you cry, Raney, or I’ll be a mess.”
Everyone releases one of those little sighs, but Puck just rolls on to the next part of his speech. “And to Raney’s Scorned Girls, holy shit, you bitches are more intimidating than Koz. But by god, I fucking admire you. Tal, Hayes, and I can’t thank you enough for putting our girl back together and for constantly reminding her that fairy tales do come true, even when we broke her. I guess it’s in part because of you guys that we’re standing here with Raney as our omega and our fucking pack solid as it is. We owe you and thank you.”
And this time he does look at me, and even over the small space that separates us, I can feel every word he’s thinking in his head and through our pack bond. But thank god he doesn’t utter any of them because I would be inside hyperventilating into a paper bag. I know how deep his love is when it’s just me and him, or us and our pack; he tells me over and over again.
“I love you, Raney. I always have, and will till the day I die,” he says, before leaving it at that and turning back to the television screen and pressing the on button.
By the time he is back at my side, the rush of realising what I’m seeing has me half horrified and also feeling pretty sick. He leans down, “Steady, omega, they can’t take you from me, or our pack, ever again.”
