“Jett!” Her inner muscles tense. “Jett! Fuck, Jett!” She sounds panicked and I pretend not to know why. I stroke her harder yet, and when I know her release is about to happen, I gently pinch her clit.
Her cum soaks my fingers and down my wrist, dripping onto the bed. I would take time to enjoy the fruit of my labor any other day, but my cock is hard and ready, knot swollen and needy just like her pussy.
I slip my fingers from her, and with lightning speed flip her over onto her belly. I slide home in one long thrust, knot and all. My hips slap against her ass and she screams in pleasure, hand flying back to grip my backside.
“Oh, Jett!” she moans, arching her butt back to take me deeper.
“You’re so wet, Iris. So full of your packs cum, aren’t you?”
“Yes, so full. I love it.”
My heart flips and I pull back so my knot almost comes all the way out before I thrust back in. “You want my cum, star? My bite?” I push her hair aside and lick at the nape of her neck.
She shivers, squeezing her pussy around my cock in an attempt to catch my knot.
“Do it, Jett. I need it. Allof it. Make me yours.”
I place my forearm to where she can reach it, and with one last rough thrust my knot locks into place. “You’re already mine, Iris Walker.”
I come with a growl, my teeth biting into her flesh. She does what I hoped and bites into my forearm, right over a cluster of star tattoos. It’s everything I could have dreamed of and more.
I lick at her bite to help it heal and she does the same to mine, feeling the strength and joy of her bond actualize in my chest. Like the north star to guide me home.
When our orgasms subside, I turn us to our sides and kiss her neck. She releases my knot and Wilder, Mateo, and Augie move into a cocoon around her. Wilder at her front, Augie and Mateo finding a space between her legs and near her head.
Our scents all twine together and the warmth of Iris buzzes through our pack bond, making it complete. No one speaks, but no words are needed. We’re all together, Iris is ours, and Pack Quinn is better for it.
Epilogue
Iris
ONE YEAR + ONE WEEK LATER
“Iris,overhere!”
“Look here, Iris.”
“This way, Iris!”
“Omega!”
Wilder growls and points at the photographer who just used his bark on me and my designation, telling security to throw him out. I step and repeat until I reach him, his arm automatically tightening around my waist. The rest of our pack is on the other side of him, smiling for the cameras.
“You didn’t have to throw him out,” I say through my teeth, keeping a well-practiced smile on my face.
“Of course I did.” He smirks down at me. Wilder always looks bad-boy handsome, but even more so tonight for the premiere ofKnotting Hill. He’s wearing a casual black suit and black shirt, his hair is gelled back at the top, beard freshly trimmed, and my healed bite mark on his neck proudly on display amongst his tattoos.
The matching bite on mine tingles just thinking about that day a year ago when Pack Quinn claimed me, and I claimed them. We had a bonding ceremony on a private beach last week on the one-year anniversary. It wasn’t anything overly fancy that would draw attention, only close friends and family were invited, but it was beautiful and ours.
And tonight, we’re finally showing the world Augie’s masterpiece. We’ve seen the film already, even snuck into test screenings around the city to see peoples’ reactions, and so far it’s been a hit. There’s early Oscar buzz for Jett and my performance, and every press outlet is calling us the new “it” Hollywood couple, both on screen and off.
Good thing we’ve already got our next film in the works. This one Augie and Mateo wrote together, something they’d been secretly working on for a few years. When they told us all about it, Wilder and Jett were shocked to say the least. Apparently they had no idea Mateo had any interest in writing. It didn’t shock me, however. Mateo is a creative person just like the rest of his pack. He’s also Augie’s mate. It made sense to me with the amount of time they’ve spent together over the years that they would work on a project together in a larger capacity.
The story is a moving one, about an Alpha and Omega who meet in college, but life keeps pulling them apart and reuniting them at the worst possible times. I have no doubt that next year they’ll both be winning awards for how beautiful and poignant it is.
Wilder squeezes my waist and I stare up at him. He smiles, adoration shining in his hazel eyes as he tucks a strand of curled hair behind my ear before leaning down to kiss my forehead. I melt into it, drawing in his love and strength. The cameras flash like crazy but I ignore them.
Jett, Mateo, and Augie approach us, dressed in similar suits to our Prime but in varying colors. They all circle around, touching me in some way as they close in for pack photographs. Mateo’s hand secretly grabs my butt and I try not to laugh whenI turn to kiss his cheek then blow a kiss to my blond Alpha and sweet Beta.
