The scars of what that cunt did to her, and what Rex, and the Club Sluts did will always be with Trissy, but she doesn’t hide them from us. Or maybe it’s that we don’t let her. Either way, much like we’ve all got shit from our past hanging around, our pack is pretty focused on our future.
Turning into the driveway for the compound the prospects wave me through the gates, and I cruise slowly through thegrounds of The Fallen double checking everything is good for myself.
The differences between King’s club and Rex’s are too many to list but what they do share is that eye for an eye mentality. In the wash out of Marnie and Ree Ree’s bullshit we tracked down the guys who actually beat on our girl. They’re now dead and buried right alongside the rest of the people involved. Not here though. Far, far away. Nothing is risking our future.
Stopping at the gate that separates our place from the Fallen compound, I use the recently installed retina scanner—a packing gift courtesy of Siderno. I wait until the gate closes behind me, before pulling out my phone and checking all our pack is inside before I lock our house down.
Parking in the garage, I activate the motion sensors before stripping off and using the bathroom in our bedroom suite to wash off all the paint and chemicals from my skin. Not much I can do about the colour speckles, and no shit if anything Trissy loves them as much as she loves my freckles, but the chemical stench is a different thing.
I meet King at the door to her nest.
“You didn’t want to put on some fucking clothes?” He grunts, flicking his head towards my dick.
“You’re right. I didn’t,” I smirk, looking back at him. He’d only just finished his shower when I walked in the bathroom we all share and now he’s dressed to impress, in her favourite pair of grey sweats and nothing else.
He lets out his conceited, arrogant chuckle, completely unperturbed that I busted him dressing up for her as much as I am. Combing my fingers through my hair I open the door, because he’s fucking expecting me to, and the both of us rock back on our heels, inhaling her bubble-gum scent drenched in the undeniable proof of her heat, and the smell of her need.
King walks down the stairs ahead of me, and I pull the door shut locking us all in for the next few days, triple checking our security system is active on my phone before seeing the rest of my pack are already linked in. Nothing is getting past our notice, not anymore.
I lean against the wall of her nest to watch. God, I could watch Trissy for hours—her body moves in such a sensual way but it’s her aura that’s got me fucking enthralled—it glitters brighter than the stars.
Her nest is so fucking her too, the vibrancy of the strong colours she uses accentuates the sensuous mood she’s made for herself. And somehow she’s pulled it off so her nest here is almost like the one at the lake house—which we now own—but better. The mattress is the same size, all the blankets and the pillows are the ones that King got for her, but she’s also stolen shirts and hoodies from our wardrobe or insisted we choose what we like when we’ve gone shopping with her. On top of the black, grey and white blankets are deep purples or light blacks—blackberry for Maverick, pastel yellow as well as flashes of clean sunshine yellow for Ty, and then there’s about a hundred or so variations of caramel and mahogany apparently because King and I have the same undertones. Not sure I buy it, but I’d never argue. Whatever Trissy wants, she gets. Even my hair-ties which go in a special jar on a shelf of treasures she’s collected; an empty water bottle, and a screwed up envelope sitting right alongside them.
“Steel.” Her breathy moan pulls me near, and I scoop down low and kiss her mouth with desperation. She’s got needs, but so do I… her lips are plush and pillow soft on mine and she floods my lungs with her bubble-gum sweetness making me feel like I’m drugged. I am. On her.
Her blue eyes are awash with the signs of her heat, but she’s still got her wits about her. The flush on her cheeks is pink butsoon it will be rosy, her forehead is clammy but that might be because Ty’s fucking her hard while Maverick licks her tits as they sway above his face.
“You want to suck my cock while Ty’s knot is in your ass?” I ask, my lips not moving too far from hers yet. I also don’t need to ask, since she’s already stroking my cock, already mewling and wanting.
“She’s such a good girl,” Tyson says, his voice choppy and rough, his eyes black with pleasure. “She’s gonna come for me. Then Maverick, and then she’s not going to waste a drop as you fill her throat.”
“That so?” I ask her, but her eyes are rolling backwards, her mouth open as she groans. Of course I feed my Omega my cock.
Her tongue licks over it, lapping the head, wanting and needing my come. My fingers comb through her hair until I gather it all up in my fist to pull her neck back a bit, to fill her throat.
“Jesus, your mouth is incredible.” I worship her as she hollows her cheeks and takes me way down deep in her throat. Her eyes burst open as Maverick pushes his way inside her body, the nest filling with the scent of her pleasure slicked cunt.
Brushing her mess of hair from her damp forehead, I trail my finger over my claim on her throat and she drops into heat.
It’s a deep dive too. Maybe because we’re all getting more trusting with each other or simply learning what she likes, or exploring her limits but fuck me it’s a fucking honour to be involved with this woman, and a part of her pack.
Epilogue Two
KING
Tristan’s getting clarity back in her eyes. She looks tired as hell after her heat, but she’s not finished yet.
The steam from the small bathroom adjoining her nest curls around her and her body is still wet from the shower as she drops to her knees, padding towards me.
“You want something, killer?” I ask, flicking an eyebrow up in question, hiding the smile that threatens to break over my face.
Her eyes are locked on what she wants. The blue so fucking vivid and breath-taking, so much fucking power radiates out of this little powerhouse.
“You,” she says, her voice louder than the shower, louder than Steel and Maverick talking in the bathroom.
Pushing up to my feet, I barely let her take a couple of crawled steps before I sweep her into my arms, pressing her back against the wall.
“I want you too.” I confess, but it’s not a secret. Never has been with Tristan. I want and need her, and since we’ve been properly packed and the world now aware that need and want hasn’t diminished, if anything it’s grown and continues to grow.
