Epilogue

Ari

San Cardello really was the perfect paradise. Just like Samson had described it during that nightmarish night in the woods, it was an idyllic island of peace in the middle of turquoise waters, under an azure sky.

We'd been lucky to be able to buy a surprisingly extensive property on the far end of the island, away from the main town and the airport, and away from the tourist traps on the south side. The property had been on the market for a while, but no one had wanted to touch it because it needed so much work. And in that part of the islands, work meant money.

Fortunately, money was something we definitely had.

The first thing that had happened when we were released from the hospital, after Hayden brought me clothes that I dared to be seen in public wearing, was to head straight to the bank.

"Are you sure you want to go through all this right now?" Samson had questioned me as he sat by my side, favoring his bandaged arm, and radiating protectiveness, as I waited in the bank manager's office. "Something like this could wait, couldn't it?"

"I'm not taking the chance," I told him seriously, feeling like I could fall asleep sitting up, I'd been so wrung out. "The second my father learns the whole story of what happened last night, before and after the deal, he'll try to freeze all my assets."

Despite everything, I felt a jolt of ironic humor that accompanied Samson's smirk. "Really? We're not in some nighttime TV soap, you know."

I'd huffed a humorless laugh, then focused on having every dime from my current accounts and everything I was able to access from my trust fund transferred to a shiny, new account that my father wouldn't even know about, let alone be able to touch.

I'd transferred that money twice more in the last year, making certain to cover my tracks each time I did. Partially because I'd had a name change in the middle of all that, too. Ari Crestmont faded within weeks of me returning to my parents' house one last time, Samson with me, to collect the few things that I wanted to take with me into the new life we had planned. Daniel Ari Murray signed a marriage certificate a week later, then co-signed on the San Cardello property a month after that.

We couldn't stay in Barrington, or in Samson's house in the woods. Technically, we could have. Remmington, Mr. Ingraham, and Mayor Keller had so many charges thrown at them the day after the deal, thanks to mountains of evidence that had been found on the laptops, that it had become an internet joke that they would never see the light of day again. Everyone focused on Mayor Keller, of course, because he was the most public figure, but Remmington was the real prize.

Samson and I didn't need to enter witness protection, but after days of interviews by the police and recording our testimony for the trials, it was agreed it was better to be safe than sorry. The vacuum left in the drug cartel by Remmington had quickly been filled by some deputy up-and-comer. Lieutenant Shirley informed us that the new kingpin was more grateful than bent on revenge for our part in bringing Remmington down, but you just didn't mess with the mob.

Besides which, I was more than ready to start a new life with a new name, thousands of miles away from my family.

We'd known within a few days that staying in Samson's house in the woods was too close to bad memories, physically and emotionally, so that went on the market almost immediately as well. It fetched a great price, which included selling the cabin and everything in it to another kinkster, who promised to make good use of it.

I was a little sad to leave the maneuverable wall chair thing behind, but the play space Samson had built in our new house more than made up for what we'd left behind.

I was glad we had somewhere to play, too, now that everything was settled, the San Cardello house had been gutted and completely renovated, and the property secured. I could feel my heat sneaking up on me like a freight train.

"Daddy and Papa need a little time alone, sweetie," I cooed to Gwen, our three-month-old daughter as I walked her from one end of the patio to the other. "Just a few days. You'll understand someday."

Gwen was the gentlest and sweetest baby I'd ever known, despite the trauma of the day she was conceived. She gurgled and cooed in my arms, gazing happily up at me, at least until a passing seagull caught her eye and drew her attention out over the water. I'd had her at home with the help of a local midwife. I didn't regret that decision one bit.

Gwen had been born into peace and calm. Samson had adored her instantly and had held her, and me, in his strong arms within a few minutes of her entry into the world. He'd promised to keep us both safe and happy for the rest of our lives, and I knew he would.

At the moment, Samson was in the house, in the special, locked wing where the playroom had been set up, preparing for my heat. I could feel a sense of giddiness from him over whatever he had planned, and it had me bristling with excitement, hoping my heat would start sooner rather than later.

"Something tells me you'll have a little brother or sister around this time next year," I told Gwen, stepping off the edge of the patio so I could feel the soft, clean sand under my feet. "Would you like that? A brother or sister to grow up with? How about a whole bunch of them?"

Gwen made the most adorable baby sounds and kicked her fat legs while blowing bubbles. I'd always known I liked kids and that I wanted some, but as soon as everything had calmed down after the investigations and trials and I'd been able to truly enjoy being pregnant, I'd discovered I loved it. I loved the way my body changed, I loved the feeling of new life within me, and in the last three months, I'd discovered I loved the innocence and joy of babies. Well, my baby. I wanted more, and so did Samson.

"Aren't babies supposed to stay out of the sun?"

I turned to glance back at the patio, where Hayden had come out of the house in search of us.

"They're not vampires," I laughed, shaking my head at the garish Bermuda shirt and clashing shorts Hayden wore. "They can be in the sun for a little while."

"Yes, well, for the next few days, while Uncle Hayden is in charge, we'll just stick to the shade, thank you very much," Hayden said.

He reached for Gwen as he approached us, and I handed her over with a smile. I still felt nervous giving her to anyone else. I was pretty sure that no matter what precautions we'd taken, no matter how secure our property was or what sort of back-up protection the Barrington police force had agreed to provide us with after the evidence we rescued from Clyve's forest house and our testimony helped put Remmington away for life, I would always be looking over my shoulder and second-guessing any strangers I came across.

Hayden definitely wasn't a stranger, though. He was the only person from my previous life who I'd kept in touch with. He knew about the name changes, the bank accounts, and San Cardello. Not even my mother knew about any of that. I continued to text and call her from time to time on my old phone, but she thought we'd moved up the coast to Cape Gaul. She was the one who had called me on behalf of my father to scold me when my father had tried to seize all my money and found it missing.

Gwen had taken to her Uncle Hayden right away. She didn't fuss at all when she found herself in his arms.

"We're going to have a great time together while Daddy and Papa are busy, aren't we?" Hayden asked Gwen, adjusting her sun hat fussily and booping her nose.

Gwen laughed, well, as much as a three-month-old could.

"I can't thank you enough for coming all the way down here just to babysit," I said, feeling grateful that I had at least one friend still.

Hayden shrugged and turned his grin from Gwen to me. "Knowing you two, your heat won't even last two days. I'm here for the entire month. This is the best free, luxury vacation I can possibly imagine."

"And you don't mind that we'll probably ignore the hell out of you for that first week or so after my heat ends?" I asked.

The plan was for me to get pregnant, and since we hadn't been given the time to bask in that glow for a bit after conceiving Gwen, Samson and I wanted that time, along with Gwen, to feel like a growing family once my heat ended.

"Are you kidding?" Hayden asked with a smirk. "I managed to turn the heads of half a dozen alphas just walking from the airport to the car you sent the other day, and that was without actively flirting. I plan to head into town and get laid so many times after your heat ends that I won't be able to sit down for another week after that."

I laughed. Almost everything in my life had changed, but Hayden was still the same shameless, horny omega he'd always been.

"You have plans for your heat next month?" I asked, mostly just to be cheeky.

Hayden grinned. "Absolutely. I've already started looking on the Dark Fantasies Club app for someone to tick a few boxes for a particularly fun abduction fantasy."

"Another one?" I asked, laughing.

"Oh yeah!" Hayden said. He seemed to realize he was holding a baby and couldn't talk as dirty as he wanted to as he went on with. "Uncle Hayden likes things raunchy, and he found an anonymous alpha on the app who has a few ideas of his own. He's already got me penciled in, though he implied his life is pretty busy."

I laughed. "I wish I could serve as your second, but what with everything else…." Not only did I have an infant to care for and plans to get pregnant again, Samson and I were in the middle of setting up an organization to help victims of trafficking integrate back into everyday life. That took up a lot of our time, and both of us were glad for it.

"I absolutely understand," Hayden said. "I've got another second lined up, so don't worry. It's just playing, and everything is arranged and good to go. Nothing weird or outlandish is going to happen to me, like with you guys."

"God, I hope so," I said.

I felt a little pull within me that said Samson was on the move. It was a good thing, too, because I'd been growing progressively warmer as I stood there talking to Hayden, and it wasn't because of the sun.

"Okay," I said breathlessly. "You two have fun. I think I need to go for a little walk to cool off." I sent Hayden a significant look.

"Gotcha," he said, grinning. "Miss Gwen and I will just go inside and paddle around in that amazing indoor pool you guys have. This place really is like some sort of amazing resort. You two outdid yourselves!"

"Thanks," I said, glad to get the praise for all our hard work, but feeling the urge to get on with things. "You take care of Uncle Hayden," I told Gwen, leaning in to kiss her sweet-smelling forehead.

I left them and headed down to the beach, needing to get myself into the right frame of mind for the next few days. One of the beautiful things about our property was that it had been built on a small peninsula, so we had a long stretch of private beach that stretched around the area of the house. There was a sort of jungle-like wilderness between the manicured part of the property and the security fence that separated it from the next, ridiculously expensive estate, and I loved to walk along the sand, looking out at the sea.

I felt safe in my new home, with my new identity and new life. I felt like I'd found my happy place. I paused to gaze out at the ocean and sky, my back to the wilderness, and just breathed in the peace and beauty of it all.

I didn't hear him coming. When two arms reached around me, one clamping around my torso and the other slamming over my mouth to stop me from screaming, I made a strangled sound of alarm.

"Thought you could get away?" a menacing voice growled against my ear, sending heat and panic spilling through me.

I started shivering and weeping as my first heat wave slammed into me like a hurricane. I tried to wriggle away and kick back, but he had me in an iron grip. I wasn't going to be able to escape this time.

He shifted his hand down to rub my growing erection through the linen trousers I wore, without underwear, and then grabbed my cock and balls hard. "These are mine, little whore omega. Your ass is mine." He pushed his already hard cock against the seeping cleft of my ass. "I want you dripping for me as I force my fat alpha cock all the way into that tight womb of yours."

I whimpered, and as soon as he took his hand from my mouth, I pleaded, "No, no, please don't hurt me! I'll do anything!"

"You'll definitely do anything," Samson said, turning me in his arms so I faced him. "You'll do anything I tell you to."

My heart felt too big and too fast in my chest as I breathed in the scent of my alpha on the verge of rut. Samson had only grown stronger and hotter since we'd moved down to the islands. His shirt was off, showing off his tan and the breadth of his chest and shoulders. The scar on his arm stood out more because of his tan, but that just reminded me he could be dangerous when he wanted to.

I was so turned on that a rush of slick oozed down the back of my thigh, dampening my trousers. I had never dreamed that love so strong was possible. I'd never seen love in real life before. I was the fucking luckiest omega in the world to love and be loved by an alpha who was so strong, so brave, and so fucking kinky as Samson.

I made a break for it, dashing to the side and just far enough away from Samson to evade his first swipe at me. I didn't hold back or slow down so he could catch me, either. I knew he would be able to catch me regardless, and it would turn him on more if I put my full effort into getting away.

He was on me again in less than twenty yards, catching me and lifting me clean off my feet. I crashed to the sand, grateful it was so soft, in no time. My chest, which was still filled with milk for Gwen, twinged with a good sort of pain at the sudden change in direction, and at the impact.

I felt a slight pinch of concern from Samson before he continued on with our game.

"You aren't getting away from me, little omega," he growled as I thrashed and struggled. "Not this time, not ever."

He wrenched my arms back, wrapping leather cuffs around each of my wrists, then connecting them behind me. I continued to kick and fight and whimper in protest, but he knelt over my legs, using his weight to hold them down and open.

"I can smell your heat a mile away," he told me, his voice a deep rumble as he inched down and grabbed the waist of my trousers in the back. "I want it," he went on. "It's mine."

"No! Please, no!" I groaned.

When he loosened my trousers then yanked them down to expose my already wet and messy ass, I groaned for an entirely different reason.

I yelped even more when he slammed his face down into the crease of my ass, first nuzzling to get deeper, then licking and stroking his tongue against my increasingly gaping hole.

"Mmm…." The sounds Samson made as he slurped at my slick, thrusting his tongue into my needy hole had me pulled tight and ready to burst at any second. "Omega whores taste like tropical fruit," he said stickily.

I was so happy that I would have laughed at what I could clearly tell was a form of teasing. But that wouldn't have fit with the fantasy at all.

"Let me go, please!" I pleaded with him, pretending to be terrified. "I…I'm a father. I have a baby that needs me."

Samson pulled back, yanking me up into a kneeling position with my legs spread wide. He clamped me close with one arm and thrust three of his fingers into my dripping ass with the other.

"Baby, yes," he breathed against my ear. "I'll put another baby in you. Right here." He shoved his fingers in hard, and I moaned with the pleasure of it. "I'll force my baby into that weak, omega womb of yours, force you to get round with my child and drip with my milk."

I would point out to him later that it wasn't his milk, it was for the babies, but in the moment, I groaned and sobbed as he shifted his free hand under my baggy shirt to squeeze one of my nipples.

Immediately, milk began to leak from my chest, dampening my shirt. Samson growled as he watched the wet spot grow over my shoulder while squeezing more from me. He had me dripping out both ends, making a complete mess. Make that dripping out of three places, because my cock had jumped free of my trousers and dripped precum down to the sand as well.

"Such a filthy whore omega," he growled against me. "I think you need to be secured and fucked until you know your place."

I gasped, then groaned as his words sent me straight into orgasm. I could feel how turned on Samson was as he watched my cum shoot. He increased the speed with which he finger-fucked my ass until I went limp in his arms as my orgasm subsided.

"Oh, we're going to have so much fun knocking you up, little omega," he growled, adjusting his grip so he could stand and take me with him.

I was too blissed out from the orgasm and too hot and needy as my heat wave increased in intensity to do more than whimper and plead as Samson hoisted me over his shoulder and started back to the house at a fast pace. I was glad Hayden had Gwen in the pool porch on the other side of the house, and I hoped Samson had asked the security team to turn off the cameras for that part of the property for a few minutes. I was certain I looked like a horny mess of slick and cum and sand as Samson carried me to the discreet side door that led to our playroom.

"You're going to open that ass of yours wide and let me in," Samson growled once he had me in the secure room.

He set me down in a small, walk-in shower to one side of the room, pressing my upper body against the tiled wall. Part of me thought I should use the opportunity to struggle, but I was starting to itch with all the sand that had stuck to me when he'd pushed me down. I didn't even want to think how much sand had made its way up my ass. I was glad the amount of slick pouring out of me would help clear it all out.

Samson turned on the shower anyhow and managed to make a very practical cleaning, inside and out, to remove the sand feel like he was punishing me and prepping me for all sorts of wickedness. He stripped me of my clothes and ditched his as well.

Once I could feel we were both clean, I got back into the scene by trying to make a break for it. I dashed out of the shower, racing for the door like my life depended on it.

"Oh no you don't," Samson said, striding after me, his hard cock bobbing as he moved.

He caught me easily and whirled me around, dragging me to the other end of the room.

"Let me go," I wept, tears streaming down my face as I committed to the fantasy. "I need to get back to my baby."

"You need to have another baby shoved in you, you mean," Samson said.

I'd had to give up the maneuverable sex chair when we left Barrington, but the model he'd bought for San Cardello was even better. Samson pushed me up against the device, which looked more like a padded, metal St. Andrew's cross out of some steampunk fantasy, and immediately strapped my legs in. He had to undo the clasp holding the cuffs that secured my hands behind my back so that he could pull my arms to the side and attach them to the cross as well, then he secured the strap around my waist and one around my forehead as well.

"Pretty little omega fucktoy," he growled, then shifted me up so my feet were off the floor.

He moved the entire unit with me in it until my leaking chest was at his mouth's level, then he slammed his mouth over one full breast and sucked.

I howled, but not with pain. Samson had discovered he had a lactation fetish as soon as my milk had started to come in. There were times where I swore he spent more time with my expanded nipples in his mouth than Gwen did. Lucky for him, I'd probably be lactating for the next ten years, if the plans we had for the future held.

"Stop, please!" I sobbed, meaning exactly the opposite. I was so close to orgasm again that my legs were shaking.

Samson growled and pulled back, letting my milk dribble out of the side of his mouth. He did that for me, of course, because the sight of his mouth covered with my milk turned me on so hard.

"Now it's your turn," he said, like he was planning something devious.

He was, of course, and I loved it.

He adjusted the machine, pulling me down again, but moving my legs up and to the side so that he could push the rest of me closer to the floor. The result was that my face was at his dick's level.

"Suck me off, omega," he ordered, then stuck his fingers in my mouth to force my jaw down.

I could have just opened up on my own, but we both liked it better when he pretended to force me into doing anything. I breathed fast and tried to shake my head to avoid him, but he thrust his cock into my mouth regardless.

I groaned as he went deep, swallowing convulsively, since heat all but eradicated my gag reflex. I gazed up at my alpha with pleading eyes, tears streaming down my face as he braced his hands against the wall and thrust hard and fast. He looked down at me in the middle of his punishing thrusts, and our eyes met.

A burst of love more powerful than any orgasm hit both of us, though we both orgasmed as well. I loved Samson so fucking much that it mystified me. He had me bound and helpless, fucking my throat hard enough to have me hoarse for a week, and I drank in his cum like it would give me life.

It had given me life. He had given me my own life back, and he had given me Gwen as well. We both knew our family would grow, and even if we didn't always have the energy to be this kinky for our entire lives, the love we shared would only increase.

I cried out when he pulled back to milk the last of his orgasm onto my face. I was just so happy that the tears pouring from me were absolutely genuine.

"I want more," Samson said in a low, deep voice. It wasn't threatening. He was losing himself in the beauty of the moment, the passion that we shared, no matter what the rest of the world would think of it.

He grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up, securing the contraption again with our groins level. I practically burned with my heat need. My alpha's cum in my stomach barely made a dent in the intensity of my need for him. I needed so much more.

Samson gave it to me. He grabbed my secured hips and pulled me forward as much as the restraints would allow, then thrust his hot, hard cock right up into me. We both cried out with pleasure at the friction of his girth pummeling into me. It would be a few more heat waves until we would share breeding orgasms, but there was nothing like the first penetration of a new heat.

I moved with him, flexing and straining as much as I could to get him as deep as possible, even though I was supposed to be trying to get away. I didn't want to get away from Samson. He was my alpha, my heart, the father of my children, and the light of my life. I wanted him to claim me and use me any way he wanted. I wanted to be one with him, fused and knotted, like lovers from some story I would read to the kids before bed at night.

Well, maybe not that kind of story.

Samson roared as he started to come, his knot swelling to lock our bodies together. I caught my breath as the pleasure-pain shot through me. Alphas only knotted when an omega was in heat, so in the last year, I'd forgotten how huge his knot was. I cried out with the feeling of it, coming yet again as he pumped within me, emptying his balls and filling me. It was so good, so absolutely perfect.

When the first wave ended, we were too spent to do more than sag together against the wall contraption as we caught our breaths.

"I love you, my alpha," I gasped, even though it wasn't in character. I couldn't help it. I was delirious with pleasure and passion, and I needed to tell my alpha what was in my heart.

"I love you so much, Ari," Samson sighed as he used his whole body to hug me. "You are the star of my life."

I focused all my feeling into our bond, and he did the same. It was like the two of us entwined on a level that defied description. He had made me so happy, despite how our lives had started, and I wanted nothing more than to make him blissfully happy, too. We were perfect for each other, matched in every way. No one could touch us or break the bond we had, no matter how hard they tried. We were a unit, and along with our children, we would be that way forever.

I hopeyou've enjoyed Ari and Samson's story! They had to fight hard for their happy ending, but life is good for these two now!

But what about Hayden? Will his abduction fantasy heat be everything he's hoping for, but without the nightmare danger Ari and Samson experienced? He's found an amazing alpha, one who insists on absolute anonymity to give him the time of his life…but that dream alpha gives him a little more than Hayden bargained for. A little bun in the oven that Hayden's appearance-driven family doesn't like. So when a heavily-pregnant Hayden is forced to get a job to support himself and his baby, things are hard enough. But when his new, alpha boss turns out to be shockingly familiar, it'll be time for both men to face the consequences of their kinky fun! It"s all up next in His Captor, book two of the Omegas After Dark series!

Also,if you'd like more omegaverse stories in my world, I invite you to check out the Bangers Mash series, beginning with How to Train Your Alpha!