Epilogue

EPILOGUE

JAMES

1 year later.

I wondered what would happen first — Ivy’s heat or the alphas spontaneously going into rut.

They were insufferable on the plane. I seriously considered tossing water over all of them to stop the endless scent-marking. Ivy had stopped taking her birth control a month earlier and the alphas swore her scent was even sweeter.

You’d think they would’ve adjusted by now.

Rome laughed at me when he realized I had packed cards. “I love that you think we’re going to play Big Two.”

He wasn’t even hiding how dangerously close his hand was to Ivy’s crotch.

“It’s for after her heat! We’re going to be here for two weeks,” I grumbled.

We had been looking forward to this Indonesia trip for many reasons and every new development only fueled our growing anticipation. The sight of the heat resort tucked away like a secret. The luxurious villa with a nest filled with scent-neutralized bedding. The twenty-four-hour room service menu.

Ok, I was the one most excited for that last one. But I was not going to have the heat-brained stamina of an alpha and was looking forward to a 3:00 a.m. ice cream on the veranda.

The expansive glass doors of our villa opened out to a private beach. The resort designers understood very well that alphas would not take kindly to anyone getting a glimpse of their omega.

Case in point: Ivy in a tiny bikini sauntering towards us, sipping a fruity cocktail. Pink lips puckered around the straw and her pert little nipples taunting me beneath the thin material.

Holy shit. I adjusted myself. We should spend every winter in a tropical paradise so I could get this view regularly.

Ivy set her cocktail down daintily, pretending she did not see Rome on the verge of coming in his pants. “I didn’t take my suppressants this morning. Or yesterday. I wonder how quickly my heat will start?” she asked, biting her lip coyly.

“Fuck.” Rome surged up off the sun lounge and pulled her into his lap.

I was not expecting him to whip his hard cock out, yank her bikini to the side and plunge himself knot-deep into her. Ivy moaned, her tits jiggling and threatening to pop out of her miniscule excuse of a top entirely.

“God, you’re so fucking wet already,” Rome groaned, rifling her over his cock like a man possessed.

Logan looked incensed. “I’m still putting on sunscreen! Hold the fuck up,” he said, angrily swiping his arms as he watched them from the shade of the villa. “If you make her come without me, I swear to god?—”

“She can have more than one!” Rome hollered.

I sighed and went back inside to get a stack of towels. Hopefully the alphas would remember to shower thoroughly because Ivy would be upset if there was sand in her nest.

Ivy started showing signs of going into heat very rapidly after that.

She went from flirty to determined, stealing all our clothes and disappearing into the nest. “It’s not ready yet!” she yelled through the door when we knocked.

Rome and Logan nearly bowled each other over when her little face peeked out.

“Can I— ow , I mean, we come into your nest?” Rome asked, rubbing where Logan had elbowed him.

Ivy nodded, the picture of demurity.

The nest was already beautiful and luxurious but she had made it her own. The gauze-like canopy enclosed us in and our scents were already lingering in the cozy space. I smiled, recognizing the pillow arrangement that matched the one in our pack house back home.

“Such a pretty nest, omega,” I praised her the way I had read about in Your Omega’s First Heat articles.

Logan pulled her close, his broad hand across her stomach. “Everyone’s going to know,” he murmured.

“Know what?” she asked, her voice breathy.

“That we went away and fucked until we put a baby in you.”

Clearly he did not read any of the links I had sent him.

Rome tipped her chin up. Her eyes were already dazed. “Do you like the sound of that, baby? All of us filling you up with our cum over and over for days?”

Oh, so they were trying to jump start this heat. Got it.

“We won’t come anywhere else,” Logan purred. “Not in your mouth, not on your pretty tits, not anywhere you beg for. It’s going deep in your pussy every time.”

Ivy wavered on the spot, squeezing her thighs together. The bloom of gingerbread-scented slick was unmistakeable.

I pushed past the alphas to check on my omega. Her skin was hot, a tiny sheen of sweat already forming across her forehead. “I love you, gorgeous,” I said affectionately, before she would lose herself to her heat.

Her expression softened. “I love you too.”

“Are you ready?”

Ivy carefully removed my glasses and set them aside. “Take off your clothes,” she said with an impish grin. She rose up onto her tiptoes and whispered in my ear. “I’m so ready to bite you."

I was instantly hard.

Lots to do this heat.

Ease her need for knots.

Make sure she ate and drank.

Bond each other.

Fuck a baby into her.

I couldn’t fucking wait.

We thought we were the ones with a breeding compulsion. But Ivy in heat eclipsed us entirely.

Rome was passed out after countless rounds of knotting. Ivy showed no signs of flagging, her spread thighs hooked over Logan’s elbows as he pounded into her. But it wasn’t enough for her. She was taking greedy pulls of my cock at the same time, stroking my shaft far too expertly.

“Ivy.” My abs strained from the effort of holding back. “I’m too close, wait?—”

“In me,” she ordered me.

I glanced at Logan, who was still very much fucking her.

“Come in me,” she demanded, oblivious that her request was difficult to fulfill considering her pussy was already occupied. Ivy twisted her fist over the drenched head of my cock. Fuck , I wasn’t going to last.

I wrenched myself from her grip and stumbled down to her pussy. A couple of quick pulls and I unloaded all over her, my cock twitching with each hard spurt. My cum covered her clit and dripped obscenely down over her folds.

“Push it in her,” I panted at Logan.

Logan withdrew from her clinging pussy, his length shining with her slick. He grasped his cock by the base and collected the sticky white fluid with the tip. “You want this, greedy girl?”

Ivy let out an eager little whimper, lust etched across her flushed face.

A rumble of satisfaction curled out of his chest. “You’re too pretty to pull out of,” Logan purred before he shoved his cock deep.

“Knot. Alpha, please, I need?—”

“I know.” He held her protectively, his tender kisses incongruous with his rugged strokes. “I’m right here with you.”

He locked his release and mine inside our beautiful omega.

How is this my life?

I collapsed against the wall of pillows surrounding the nest. Ivy made a beeline for my lap. I sighed a tired noise of defeat, stroking her hair as she suckled my softening cock clean. She was chirpy with happiness, rubbing her nose on my inner thigh and kissing me all over along the muscle there.

Suddenly there was a jolt of pain, and the sensation of being caught by teeth .

“Fuck, Ivy,” I cried out, my body jerking violently.

But then I felt the bond form. It was different from Rome’s. He roared through me like a wildfire but Ivy held me in the palm of her hand. The rightness was staggering, like she had found a carved-out recess inside me I didn’t know existed and filled it with her light.

“I wanted to keep you.” Ivy blinked up at me, the sweetest omega in the entire world. All instinct and all love at the same time. I didn’t even care that she’d done it while locked with Logan. This pack, this heat, these building blocks of family, it made sense like nothing else did. My lips found hers, a little too warm and tasting of all of us.

I was already hers, anyway.