We take one of Layne’s leg each and move them back, folding her in half almost. Her rosy asshole coated in slick displays, and we take turns fingering her ready for Valentine to slide right in. And he does.
Her eyes roll back in her head, and the loud, obvious pleasure from them both has more pre-come coating my cockhead.
Watching them, I have to jack myself off slowly but Dante is the same. Valentine adjusts his legs, planting his feet down, but hers stay on either side of his, keeping her spread so fucking wide.
Dante and I have the same idea, clearly. But he beats me, his chuckle as he drives himself inside her has me laughing. I crawl around to her mouth and take turns kissing her with Valentine until she’s shuddering a softer release against my mouth.
And that’s when Valentine surges his knot inside her ass. She screams, but it’s a cry of ecstasy.
He growls biting down on her shoulder, his voice muffled but clear. “Fuck, wife, you feel incredible bearing down on me. As soon as Matty and Dante are inside I’m going to flood your hole.”
Dante pulls out, leaning down quickly to suck on her clit. He sits up as soon as I get close enough, his mouth glossy with herrelease before he smirks down at our Omega. “Are you ready, baby?”
Valentine groans, “Yes. She is ready.”
Much like the other times we’ve been inside her body, it just happens. Dante and I half hold on to each other before we slowly start pressing our way inside her body.
“So good,” she whimpers. “So full.”
“We’re not even all the way inside yet,” I answer, as we sink another inch into her pussy. The way she squeezes around us both, the walls of cunt pulsing and somehow pulling us deeper. Valentine doesn’t move, but Dante and I drive the four of us with our slow steady thrusting.
Layne’s eyes are open, and there’s a wonder and clarity to her gaze. All of us are floating in the sensations, she circles her hips calling for more. She drives the speed and intensity of our pleasure and takes us up to another incredible peak.
And then that peaks turns into another. Before I end up with Layne back on my lap riding me slowly, her Alphas taking turns to kiss her breathless. Her heat is gone, but we’re still in the throes of loving her. Which will never end.
Epilogue
Layne
Matteo whispers in my ear. “Jesus, Layne, your ass in those pants is fucking criminal. I want you to come on your?—”
I have to use the stolen invitation as a fan to calm myself. Matteo is still dirty talking. His voice sounds weird in the small earpiece, but like he always does, he gets me wound up and desperate for him so easily. That’s not the problem. The issue is, I’m trying not to draw any attention to myself as I stand in line. The wig and colored contact lenses I wear help me blend in. I hate it, but my pack was insistent I wear a disguise.
Security at the reception my brother is hosting is good, which makes sense, given the media storm that has been following the tumultuous times the Rothchild family have been navigating. But there’s no security enough to keep Harrison Ronald Jr. from paying for his sins.
Checking over my shoulder, I see Legos is in position. My eyes flit through the doors, and I see Leon is also exactly where he’s meant to be. I can hear Dante via the earpiece, too, and Valentine, their steady breathing keeping the monsters at bay.
The line moves again, too slowly for my liking. And it’s not nerves making me anxious to get this over with. I rub my chest like I always do these days, then laugh under my breath when I realize it's the rising bloodlust from my husbands making me jittery.
“Baby, are you good?” Dante asks.
I hum under my breath, barely making a noise, and get a whisper of praise from Valentine.
The line moves again.
By the time I’ve been let through by security, a light rain starts, and instead of walking inside the ballroom, I step back through the door, watching the raindrops make the streetlights hazy. It’s so pretty.
I’m instantly in a memory of Dante holding me in the shower, comforting me with stories about Nonna and how rain is good luck on your wedding day. In the strangest sense, it feels as though this is her blessing, too, and I hope our run of good luck continues.
Valentine, Dante, and Matteo constantly talk of their parents and Nonna. Our home is a shrine to their memory in the most beautiful ways. Gardens have been redone, full of plants and flowers that remind them of when they were growing up. And inside De Luca Estate, there is light and color everywhere you look, including paintings by Matteo’s mother and photos from happier times, when Dante and Valentine were boys and they had a solid, loving family.
Though every little bit of life they’ve brought back to their family home seems to heal my husbands, bit by bit, it’s how they act—their honor and loyalty, the devotion and passionate love they shower me with—that proves how much they’ve changed.
So have I, as evidenced by my taking the time to enjoy the simplest things, like falling rain, even on the day my brother is about to die a most torturous death.
Slipping back inside the function, I move through the crowd. Everywhere I look, there are tributes to my father. Silky banners hang around the room, heralding his philanthropic achievements as something more important than the truth of how corrupt he was. And I am most certainly not here to change their minds, because this den of vipers will always remain as poisonously toxic as they always were.
I’m here to witness the confusion and the concern of my brother’s nearest and dearest when he doesn’t show up for his own event. There’s no chance of him surprising me and actually showing up. I buried my knife in him myself, and Dante cracked the butt of his gun over my brother's thick head after Junior called me a slut. But that was a few hours ago now.
