Epilogue

EPILOGUE

ROME

The nest was thick with our scents. Intermingled spices, sugar and Logan’s resin beneath it all.

I was knotted with Ivy but her face was still twisted with need, a crimson flush beneath her freckles.

“More, alpha,” she whined, trembling as her heat instincts wracked her. If Logan had been awake he would’ve been sliding his cock past her lips already.

Instead, he was practically comatose. Lying on his back in a big, fucked-out heap, tucked in neatly with a light sheet by James. I dimly recalled James informing me we had been at it for over twenty-four hours already. The rut haze had been a complete blur. We must have gotten some sleep somewhere in there while Logan kept going.

I rubbed her swollen clit until she convulsed around my knot. My cock defied all reason and got harder, precum bursting inside her.

“God yes,” Ivy panted, scraping her nails down my back trying to draw more out of me.

Fuck, maybe we shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of breeding her.

A familiar hand squeezed my ass. “I know how to make you come over and over in her.”

The bond between James and I sizzled with dark, thrilling heat. We were pretty set in our dynamic but every now and then this side of him came out. I loved exploring the shift, the raw edge it gave the fucking.

And how hard it made me come.

I kissed him hard, moving down to scrape my teeth over my bondmark on his neck. “You wanna fuck your alpha?” I breathed into his ear.

“I want to give my omega what she wants.” He gripped my hair roughly in his fist. “ And I want to fuck my alpha,” he taunted me.

Any remaining blood in my body rushed to my cock and knot.

James began lubing me up and working himself inside me gradually. A couple of inches. Another squirt of lube. Even deeper.

“He’s making you feel good?” Ivy asked, pushing aside my sweat-soaked hair.

“You both are.” I muffled my grunt in her neck as James filled me completely.

Jesus Christ, there was nothing like this. The slickest, hottest little pussy wrapped around my cock and knot while James pounded that crucial spot inside me. I was a groaning, cursing mess. Ivy whimpered beneath me as my knot shifted and ground along her inner walls with each thrust.

The pressure built and built in my spine. My balls drew up tightly and I exploded hard, pumping Ivy full of my release. She shuddered with every spurt, hugging me tightly against her.

“I love feeling you, alpha,” she said, the affection in her voice like honey.

Fuck, I was hopelessly gone for her. If she needed all the cum my balls could produce until they dried up like raisins she was going to get it.

“Did you fill up our omega like a good boy?” James asked, nipping at my ear with his teeth.

“Yes,” I managed to answer. Would I survive both Ivy and James? Maybe not but he died doing what he loved made for a solemn eulogy.

James pulled out almost all the way before fucking himself back into me hard.

“Think you can do it again?”

I was high off heat pheromones, walking the fine line between rut and rationality, set on fire by my bond. There was no chance of my cock going down.

“Slower.” I entwined all three of our hands together. “Let’s make this last as long as possible.”

“James?”

“Showering, baby.”

I couldn’t decide what moments I liked best. The wild abandon of primal heat fucking or these little periods of calm where Ivy ate sliced mango from my hand. James returned, toweling off his hair and handing out water to us.

Ivy thanked him and drank slowly. She gave me an uncertain, sidelong glance.

“Are you going to bond me soon?”

Somehow I was fucking her again, licking up mango juice from between her breasts. I could hear James laughing that I was somehow still raring to go after the last couple of hours.

If my omega didn’t want me to have a refractory period then I wasn’t fucking going to have one.

Ivy was giggly and sweet and breathy beneath me, indulging all my nips and scent-marking. I fucked her in slow, rolling strokes, thinking about all the fun places I could bite her. On her inner thigh, to match the one she gave James. Her soft little boob was enticing too. Maybe even her butt if she would let me.

But that jumping pulse by her throat was a siren call for my alpha. The thought of seeing my bond mark poke out from beneath the collars of her cute sweaters made my pupils dilate.

“You’re mine.”

I licked and kissed that delicate spot until her gingerbread spice overwhelmed me.

“Please—”

My teeth sank into her graceful neck and the bond awakened between us in an instant. The perfect, lilting counterpoint like a love song I would always carry. She brought a depth and beauty into my world so powerful it ached.

“Rome.”

I didn’t even realize my face was wet. She swiped the tears off my cheek.

“You’re mine too.”

She smiled her perfect smile and claimed me right back.