Epilogue

Hell

Six Months later

Our little cabin on the edge of the ranch property was completed in five months, and we'd only just moved in last week. Nestled up against the perimeter wall, it offered a breathtaking view of the rugged mountains and desert beyond, while still being safely within the protective boundary.

I sat on the porch swing, sipping my coffee as I watched the sun slowly rise over the mountains, painting the sky in swirls of pale pink and gold. It was covered completely, with panes of glass surrounding it to keep the fog at bay, so technically it was another sun room, but it was the best part of the new house.

Anubis lay at my feet, his furry bulk warming my bare toes. It was a rare quiet moment, the ranch still mostly asleep in the early morning stillness.

The creak of the screen door announced Wyatt's presence a moment before he settled onto the swing beside me, his own steaming mug in hand. He draped an arm around my shoulders and I leaned into him, savoring his solid warmth.

"You're up early, darlin'," he rumbled, voice still gravelly with sleep.

I smiled up at him, seeing the lingering concern in his blue eyes. Even though it had been months since my brush with death, my men still watched me like hawks for any sign of discomfort or strain. It was equal parts endearing and exasperating.

"Just restless. But I'm good. Really good, actually." I took a deep breath and a sip of my drink. "Hard to believe we've already been in this house a week. Feels like a dream sometimes."

Wyatt's arm tightened around me. "A damn good dream then. I'd say it's definitely a couple steps up from that cellar we started in."

I turned my head, nuzzling a kiss to his stubbled jaw. "Ugh, don't even remind me, that place gave me the fucking creeps."

He laughed. "You only had to endure one night in there. Try a month."

"Yeah, no thanks."

I set my mug aside so I could cup his face in my hands, bringing his mouth down to mine in a slow, thorough kiss. He tasted like coffee and something uniquely Wyatt, a flavor I knew I'd never tire of.

We were just starting to get carried away, hands roaming and breathing growing unsteady, when the creak of the screen door sounded again. We broke apart to see a sleep-rumpled Alex and Dante standing there, matching grins on their faces.

"Started the party without us, I see," Dante drawled, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief and desire as they raked over us.

Alex chuckled, crossing his muscular arms over his bare chest. "Didn't anyone ever teach you it's rude not to wait for all the guests to arrive before digging in?"

"I'm not food, you goons," I teased, heat already pooling low in my belly.

In a flash, Dante had scooped me up out of Wyatt's lap and into his arms. I shrieked with laughter, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me back into the cabin, Alex and Wyatt hot on our heels.

Anubis raised his head to watch us go, but apparently decided we weren't worth interrupting his morning nap for. He huffed and flopped back down, content to guard the porch while his humans got up to their usual antics.

Dante kicked the bedroom door shut behind us before tumbling me down onto the big log-frame bed. Ret was still fast asleep, her dark hair splayed out over the pillow. She was naked, but I didn't mind the guys seeing her. They weren't interested in her that way, and vise-versa. She was all mine, and I was all theirs.

Dante grinned wickedly as he crawled up my body, pinning my wrists above my head. "I'd say you're the most delectable meal on the menu."

I squirmed beneath him, desire spiking through me as Alex and Wyatt moved to bracket my body, their hands roaming possessively over my curves. "So insatiable," Alex rumbled, his icy eyes dark with want. "We fucked you for hours last night and you're already aching for more, aren't you, baby?"

"Always," I breathed, arching into their touch as my nightshirt was pushed up and over my head.

Wyatt chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine as he slid his hands up my inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin. "Good thing we've got the rest of our lives to keep this greedy little body satisfied then."

I moaned as he slid a finger through my slick folds, finding me already soaked and ready. Dante swallowed the sound with a searing kiss, licking into my mouth as Alex lavished attention on my breasts, tugging a stiff peak between his teeth.

Wyatt pushed two thick fingers inside me as Dante ravaged my mouth, swallowing my needy moan. Alex's calloused hands roamed my body, lighting me up from the inside as they found all my sensitive spots with practiced ease.

I writhed beneath their combined assault, already spiraling towards the edge. It never ceased to amaze me how they could take me apart so thoroughly, so perfectly in sync. Like they could read my mind, anticipating what I needed before I even realized it myself.

"That's it, amor ," Dante whispered against my lips. "You spend too much time taking care of everyone else. Let us return the favor."

I arched off the bed as Wyatt curled his fingers just right, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me. Alex pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers, adding delicious sparks to the building inferno.

"Please," I panted, barely coherent, lost to sensation. "I need...I need..."

"We know what you need," Wyatt rumbled.

At the sound of my moans, Ret work up, turning over for face us. Letting my head fall to meet her gaze, my belly filled with butterflies. Her chocolate eyes were glossy with lust, her face flushed and her lips parted.

Ret leaned in to capture my lips in a slow, sensual kiss, her tongue sliding along mine. I moaned into her mouth as my men continued their relentless pleasurable assault on my body.

"Good morning, beautiful," Ret purred against my lips before trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck. "Looks like the boys are taking good care of you already."

Wyatt pumped his fingers faster, Alex and Dante's hands and mouths never ceasing their worship of my electrified skin. All I could do was moan, needing more. I never knew I could feel so utterly greedy.

Ret leaned on one elbow as she skimmed a hand down my naked body, feeling every dip and curve.

Then, I was being lifted by Wyatt's massive arms. He maneuvered me like I weighed nothing, positioning me on my hands and knees. I wasted no time pulling his thick cock from his pants and licking the swollen head. He groaned and cursed, dropping his head back as his hips bucked forward.

Behind me, a pair of calloused hands gripped my hips. I didn't know who it was since I was a little preoccupied, but I managed to spread my thighs wider and arch my back. When whoever it was finally pushed into me, I knew it was Dante.

I could tell them apart by the feel of their dicks. It sounded bonkers, but I legit could tell. Wyatt was thick and long, while Dante curved upwards slightly. Alex's was straight and so big that sometimes I wondered if I might hurt myself riding on it.

Dante set a hard, driving rhythm, his hips slamming against my ass with each deep thrust. I moaned around Wyatt's cock, taking him deeper into my throat as I reveled in the dual pleasure/pain of being so thoroughly filled.

Alex's hands skimmed up and down my sides before reaching underneath to pluck and roll my nipples between his fingers. The added stimulation made me whimper and clench around Dante, my body coiled tighter than a bowstring.

"I could fuck you for days," Dante grunted, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise as he pistoned into me. "It's like you were' fucking made to take all of us."

I was lost to the pleasure, my world narrowed down to the slide of their skin against mine, the filthy words dripping like honey from their lips. My entire body was electrified, every nerve ending alight and begging for release.

Ret slid her hand between my legs, her clever fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight circles around the swollen bud.

I wanted more. No. I needed more.

Reaching out without stopping what I was doing, I grabbed for Alex. He moved instantly, and for a second, Wyatt paused and helped him maneuver beneath me. Dante slid backwards to accommodate as Ret lifted me by my hips.

Then, Alex was nudging at my pussy, his thick head stretching me wide. Dante was right there with him, sliding back into me with a single thrust. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned. Wyatt took advantage of my open mouth and slipped between my lips again.

The tandem movements sent me spiraling into sensory overload, my body stretched to the limit as Alex and Dante filled me completely. Dante wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me steady as they found a rhythm, thrusting deep in tandem.

I moaned around Wyatt's cock, my tongue swirling around the thick head as I bobbed up and down his length. He groaned, fisting a hand in my hair to guide my movements.

Ret's fingers never ceased their skillful torture of my clit, rubbing tight, perfect circles that had me climbing higher and higher. My thighs trembled, my lungs burned, but I never wanted it to end. I was lost to the pleasure, drowning in sensation.

I felt impossibly full, impossibly stretched, my body burning with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Dante and Alex moved together in perfect sync, their cocks sliding against each other inside my clutching channel, hitting every sensitive spot until I saw stars.

Wyatt thrust shallowly into my mouth, allowing me to breathe even as I lavished his shaft with attention. His hand fisted in my hair, guiding my rhythm, a delicious edge of dominance that made me clench around the men splitting me open.

Ret's fingers never faltered on my clit, keeping me right on that knife's edge, teetering on the brink but not quite letting me fall. I was mindless with need, my body no longer my own, lost to the wave after wave of sensation crashing over me.

I was getting close. So fucking close that tears pricked my eyes and my thighs began to shake.

Ret leaned in, her breath hot against my ear as she purred, "Come for us, baby."

Her words were my undoing. With a muffled cry around Wyatt's cock, I shattered, my body convulsing almost violently as a soul-deep orgasm ripped through me. Dante and Alex thrust harder, faster, drawing out my pleasure as they chased their own releases.

I came back to myself in stages, aftershocks still zinging through my nerve endings. Alex and Dante were still buried deep, grinding lazily as they emptied themselves inside me. Wyatt had pulled out of my mouth, stroking himself to completion and painting my face and chest with thick ropes of his cum.

Ret guided me through it, pressing tender kisses to my shoulders as her fingers slowed to a stop. I collapsed onto my forearms, barely able to hold myself up as I gulped air into my burning lungs.

Strong arms enveloped me from all sides, guiding me down to the bed and surrounding me in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs. I was boneless, utterly spent, but I'd never felt so sated in my life.

Alex nuzzled into my neck, his lips curving into a smile against my skin. "I think we broke her."

They laughed as I lifted one hand lazily, flipping him the bird half heartedly. He was kind of right though, I wasn't even sure if my legs would work after this.

Total awareness returned to me gradually as I lay cradled in the warmth of my loves. My body hummed with lingering pleasure, every muscle loose and languid. I felt Dante press a tender kiss to my shoulder. Then Wyatt was gathering me into his arms, lifting me bridal style to carry me to the bathroom.

"Let's get you cleaned up, darlin'," he rumbled, nuzzling a kiss to my hair.

I nestled into his broad chest, content to let him take care of me. Ret followed behind us, starting the shower and adjusting the temperature. Steam soon filled the spacious bathroom as Wyatt set me gently on my feet.

Thank the heavens for generators because cold showers were not my jam these days. There was just something about cranking the heat all the way up and scorching your skin that made you feel extra clean.

Under the warm spray, the four of us took our time washing each other with reverent hands. There was no urgency now, just a deep satisfaction. Alex smoothed suds over my curves, his usually hard eyes soft as they traced my face. Dante massaged shampoo into my hair, his skilled fingers sending tingles across my scalp.

By the time we emerged, pink-skinned and squeaky clean, the scents of coffee and something buttery were wafting from the kitchen. My stomach rumbled in response, making the guys chuckle.

We had a wood stove so that we wouldn't have to use the generator for everything. We had to conserve as much as we possibly could. Eventually, even the generators would run out. The fuel would go stale and we'd be left pretty much in the dark ages again. I was determined to make use of what we had while we still could.

In the kitchen, we found Ret at the stove, deftly flipping golden brown pancakes on a cast iron griddle. A platter stacked high with them already rested on the counter, steam curling invitingly from the top. A bowl of freshly washed blueberries sat beside it, plump and glistening.

"Well don't you all look freshly fucked and shiny," Ret teased with a wink as she added another perfectly round pancake to the stack.

I grinned, moving to wrap my arms around her waist from behind and prop my chin on her shoulder. "Smells amazing in here. Have I mentioned lately how much I adore you?"

She turned her head to peck my lips. "Once or twice. Now go make yourself useful and set the table, I'm almost done here."

I mock saluted before pulling plates and silverware from the cabinets. The guys pitched in, Dante pouring fresh coffee into the mismatched set of mugs we'd collected over the months. The domesticity of it all made my heart swell in my chest.

These casual intimacies, the way we moved around each other with practiced familiarity, it struck me suddenly how much it felt like family. Found family, bound by love and trauma and shared purpose, but family nonetheless.

Dante must have noticed the sheen of emotion in my eyes, because he reached over to lace his fingers with mine, giving a gentle squeeze. "Penny for your thoughts?"

I squeezed back, blinking away the sudden moisture as I glanced around at the faces of the people I loved most in this world. "Just thinking about how lucky we got. I don't deserve it, but I'm not sorry for it either."

"Fate has a funny way of working out," Ret mused, popping a bite into her mouth. "If the world hadn't gone to shit, who knows if our paths would have ever crossed."

Wyatt chuckled, sipping his coffee as his eyes met mine as Dante and Alex each grasped one of my hands. "We're the luckiest sons of bitches in the apocalypse."

The End