Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

BELLA

I strap the sharp stiletto blades to my thighs, concealing them beneath the slinky black dress that hugs my curves. I check my reflection in the mirror—smoky eyeshadow, blood red lips, hair artfully tousled. The picture of seduction, ready to lure in my unsuspecting target.

This hit will be my biggest yet—Gino Calabrese, the notorious casino mogul with ties to a rival pack. Alessio has given me explicit instructions. I have to get close to Gino, isolate him, then slit his throat and leave no trace. I have until sunrise to complete the job. My heat cycle is over as of two days ago, so I should be safe. Relatively.

I step out into the cool night air, my heels clicking on the sidewalk as I make my way to the neon jungle of the New York City streets. In the shadows behind me, two figures emerge.

Dante and Silas have been watching my back from a distance since I left the mansion, thinking I had no idea I had a tail. The towering casino comes into view, oozing with opulence and excess. Gino's empire of sin. I queue up with the other pretty young things vying to get inside, my practiced allure earning me quick entry.

I saunter up to the velvet ropes of the VIP section, flashing a coy smile at the burly bouncer. He gives me an appreciative once-over before unhooking the rope to let me pass. I can feel the weight of dozens of stares boring into my back as I glide towards Gino's private booth.

The casino king lounges on the plush red sofa, a voluptuous blonde draped on his arm. But as soon as his dark eyes land on me, I see his interest spark. I let my hips sway seductively as I approach.

"Well hello there, bellissima ," Gino purrs, his voice a deep, smoky rumble. "And who might you be?"

I bite my lip, feigning a bashful look through my lashes. "Talia," I breathe. "I've been dying to meet you all night. Mind if I join you?"

His gaze rakes boldly over my body as he pats the space beside him. "Be my guest, baby. Gino doesn't say no to a beautiful woman."

The blonde shoots me a murderous glare but reluctantly rises, slinking away. I take her place, crossing my legs so my dress rides up my thigh. Gino's eyes follow the movement. I can practically smell the arousal rolling off him in waves.

"So tell me, Talia," he murmurs, leaning in close. The scent of his expensive cologne mixes with the sharp, unmistakable scent of Alpha. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?"

I trail my fingers slowly up his arm, feeling the solid muscle beneath his designer suit. "Maybe I was waiting for a big, strong man to keep me company," I whisper suggestively. "Think you're up for the job?"

Gino's lips curl into a wolfish grin. "Oh, I'm up for it alright. Let's say we get out of here and have ourselves a private party, just the two of us."

I lean in until my lips brush his ear. "Lead the way, big boy."

Gino stands abruptly, pulling me flush against him. I can feel the hard press of his desire against my belly. He claims my mouth in a searing kiss that makes me want to gag, his tongue dominating mine. I melt into him, acting the part of the pliant, submissive Omega.

This is way to fucking easy. As we make our way across the casino floor, I catch a pair of familiar golden eyes. Silas watches me, his shock of silvery white hair stands out in the dark room. The look on his face is predatory as he glares at Gino's arm slung around me. I wink at Sai. Dante must be around here somewhere too, watching me from some darkened corner. Possessive alphaholes.

Gino leads me out a side door and down a dimly lit hallway, his hand heavy on my lower back. We reach an ornate door at the end of the corridor and he produces a key card from his pocket, swiping it through the lock. The door swings open to reveal an opulent private suite, all plush velvet and glittering chandeliers. A well-stocked bar lines one wall, and floor-to-ceiling windows offer a stunning view of the glittering city skyline.

"Welcome to my little home away from home," Gino says with a smirk, ushering me inside. "Make yourself comfortable, baby. I'll fix us some drinks."

As he heads to the bar, I take in my surroundings, mentally mapping potential exits and scanning for security cameras. I perch myself on the edge of the lush king-sized bed, crossing my legs slowly. Gino turns back to me with two crystal tumblers of amber liquid, his eyes darkening as he rakes his gaze over my body.

"A beautiful cocktail for a beautiful lady," he rumbles, handing me a glass before settling beside me. He raises his own in a toast. "To a night neither of us will forget."

I clink my glass against his with a sultry smile, watching as he takes a deep swig of the potent liquor. I bring my own glass to my lips but don't let the liquid touch my tongue. I need to keep my wits sharp tonight.

Gino tosses back the rest of his drink and pours himself another generous measure. In no time, he's drained that one too, the alcohol hitting his bloodstream with swift efficiency. His pupils blow wide and his cheeks flush with intoxication.

"Now then," he slurs, setting his empty glass aside and turning to me with a sloppy grin. "Where were we?"

He reaches for me but I quickly dance out of his grasp, moving to stand behind him. I run my hands over his broad shoulders, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles. He relaxes under my touch, his head lolling back against my stomach.

"Mmm, I knew you'd be a feisty one," Gino chuckles lowly. "I like that in a woman."

My lip curls in disgust that he can't see. I slowly slide one hand into the slit of my dress, wrapping my fingers around the hilt of my knife. In a single swift motion, I whip the blade out and draw it across Gino's throat in a vicious slash.

He makes a wet, gurgling sound of shock as a red smile blossoms under his chin. His hands scrabble at his neck, trying fruitlessly to stem the urgent flow of lifeblood pouring from the wound. Crimson spills down the front of his crisp white dress shirt, blooming like macabre flowers against the fabric.

Gino pitches forward, the force of his fall sending him crashing into the bar. Cut crystal tumblers and expensive liquor bottles shatter on impact, sharp shards and pungent alcohol spraying across the plush carpet. Gino twitches and writhes in the glittering mess, choking on his own blood. His movements slow and still as the life fades from his eyes, leaving them glassy and empty.

I stand over his prone form, chest heaving and knife dripping. Savage satisfaction surges through my veins. Another job done. Another reassurance that Mama will be safe and protected.

I quickly scan the room, making sure the scene looks like a tragic hit—a power player who partied too hard and pissed off the wrong person.

I retrieve Gino's key card from his pocket and swipe a monogrammed handkerchief from the bar, using it to thoroughly wipe down the hilt of my knife and door handle. Can't leave any trace of my presence.

The ivory silk comes away streaked with scarlet, Gino's life force forever staining the pretentious square of fabric. I slip the handkerchief into a plastic bag to dispose of later and sheath my blade, hiding all evidence of it beneath my dress once more.

I slip out of the suite and into the empty hallway, the click of the lock echoing behind me. I keep my stride purposeful but unhurried as I make my way back through the ornate casino, the pounding beat of music and flashing lights washing over me. I feel the adrenaline still singing in my veins, my heart thudding against my ribs with the thrill of the kill. The camera are down until midnight thanks to one of the De Luca pack hackers. It's the only reason I'll get away without a trace.

I weave my way through the throng of patrons, the cloying scent of perfume, alcohol and desperation thick in the air. Designer heels and polished loafers flash on the garish carpet as hands clutch drinks and slot machine levers. No one spares me a second glance, too caught up in their own hedonistic pursuits to notice a lone woman on a mission.

I keep my face carefully neutral, not letting the savage satisfaction show. To outside eyes, I'm just another patron, perhaps heading out for a smoke break or some fresh air. I resist the urge to break into a run, to put as much distance as possible between myself and Gino's cooling corpse. Patience and poise are key.

I finally reach the gilded front doors and step out into the cool night, the clamor of the casino muffling behind me. I pause to take a deep breath of crisp city air, the metallic tang of blood still sharp in my nose.

I force myself to maintain a leisurely pace as I stride down the sidewalk, blending into the bustling crowds of the city that never sleeps. Neon signs flicker overhead, bathing the streets in a kaleidoscope of color. The air is thick with the pungent aroma of greasy food carts, exhaust fumes, and stale beer wafting from the dive bars dotting the block.

I duck into a narrow alley, the towering buildings on either side blocking out the harsh artificial lights. The click of my heels echoes off the damp bricks as I fish a pack of cigarettes from my clutch. Just another clubgoer looking for a smoke break, nothing to see here.

I'm just about to round the corner when a large, rough hand clamps down on my bare shoulder, yanking me backwards. A yelp escapes my lips as I'm spun around and slammed against the alley wall, the cold stone biting into my back. A hulking figure looms over me, his features obscured by shadow.

My heart hammers against my ribs as I reach for the knife strapped to my thigh, but my attacker easily pins my wrists above my head in an iron grip. I thrash against him, but he just chuckles darkly, pressing his hard body against mine to keep me immobile.

"Easy there, Princess," a familiar deep voice rumbles in my ear. "You'll hurt yourself struggling like that."

I tilt my head back to glare up at Hector's smug face, barely illuminated by the distant street lights. Silas and Dante materialize out of the shadows behind him, their eyes glinting with predatory intensity.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I hiss, still straining against Hector's hold. "I had everything under control."

Hector scoffs, his grip on my wrists tightening. "Sure didn't look like it from where I was standing, sweetheart. You let that slimy bastard put his hands all over you."

White hot anger lances through me and I bare my teeth. "It's called doing my fucking job, you neanderthal. How else was I supposed to get close enough to take him out?"

"There are other ways that don't involve whoring yourself out," Silas snarls, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Fuck you," I snap. "I did what I had to do. I always do. And I don't remember asking for the Testosterone Trio's input on my methods."

"Well maybe you should start," Dante growls, taking a step closer. His voice is low and dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine. "Because from now on, you're not doing these kinds of jobs anymore. Not without one of us with you."

I let out a harsh laugh, the sound bitter and brittle. "Oh that's rich. The three of you thinking you can start calling the shots now. In case you forgot, I don't take orders from the Carbones. Especially not a bunch of knot-headed Alphas trying to pull caveman bullshit on me."

Hector's dark eyes flash with anger and he leans in close, his warm breath ghosting across my cheek. "Listen closely," he says, his voice a low, threatening purr. "You can posture and hiss all you want, but at the end of the day, we all know you need us. So you can either accept that gracefully, or we can do this the hard way. Your choice. You want to do kill orders for your fathers, then you'll do it with protection or not at all."

I hold Hector's intense gaze for a long, charged moment, every muscle in my body coiled tight with tension. As much as I hate to admit it, a part of me whispers that he's right. These solo missions are getting increasingly dangerous, each mark more high-profile and heavily guarded than the last. It's only a matter of time before I slip up and find myself on the wrong end of a gun. Or worse.

But the stubborn, prideful part of me rails against the idea of being coddled and protected like some helpless damsel. I've worked too hard, shed too much blood, to be viewed as weak now. Especially by the three Alphas I've reluctantly come to trust against my better judgment.

"Come on," Silas says, nodding his head towards the street. "We're too exposed here. Lets get to the room so we can have a chat.'

"The room?" I ask, arching a brow.

"Sam's waiting," Dante says. His face is expressionless.

"I can't. I need to get back to the mansion."

"Bullshit," Hector says with a knowing smirk. "You're getting too good at your job and finished early. You've got all night to fuck around before your dads send out a search party."

I let out a heavy sigh, my shoulders slumping in resignation. As much as I hate to concede, Hector is right. I have time before I need to report back, and the adrenaline from the kill is still buzzing beneath my skin, making me restless. A drink and a chance to decompress sound pretty damn good right about now.

"Fine," I bite out, shrugging out of Hector's grip. "Lead the way."

Dante and Silas fall into step on either side of me as we emerge from the alley, flanking me like a pair of lethal shadows. Hector brings up the rear, his presence a solid wall of heat at my back. We weave through the crowded streets, the towering skyscrapers giving way to the glittering hotels and bars.

We approach a sleek glass and chrome building, the name "Onyx" emblazoned in elegant script above the revolving doors. The opulent hotel caters to the wealthy and powerful, offering every luxury imaginable to those who can afford it.

The uniformed doorman nods deferentially as we pass, ushering us into the plush lobby. Gleaming marble floors stretch out before us, the space dominated by a massive crystal chandelier dripping from the vaulted ceilings. The air is perfumed with the subtle scent of vanilla and money, the low murmur of conversation drifting from the well-dressed patrons.

We make our way across the opulent lobby to the bank of gleaming elevators, our reflections warped and distorted in the polished gold doors. Silas pushes the button for the third floor and we begin our smooth ascent, the soft ding announcing our arrival.

The hallway is lined with plush crimson carpet, the walls adorned with tasteful abstract art. We come to a stop outside room 317 and Dante produces a sleek key card from his pocket, swiping it through the lock with a soft beep.

The door swings open to reveal a sprawling suite, all sumptuous fabrics and rich wood accents. A towering wall of windows offers a glittering view of the city skyline, the lights twinkling like fallen stars against the inky sky. The main sitting area boasts a large glass coffee table surrounded by a plush leather couch and armchairs.

Sam lounges on the sofa, long legs crossed at the ankle and arms spread wide across the back. He looks up as we enter, his piercing eyes finding mine. Memories of when he fucked me by the pool flit through my head and my whole body flushes hot.

"About time you assholes showed up," he drawls. "I was starting to wonder if I'd be drinking alone all night."

Dante snorts, crossing to the bar and snatching a few crystal tumblers and a decanter of rich amber liquid. "You got the easy job, beta."

Sam flips him off, and my eyes bounce back and forth between them. Since when were they on friendly terms? Since our escape after the three alphas executed their fathers for me, our life on the run was tense and serious. There were times over those three months where I thought maybe we could form a weird little pack of our own.

I settle onto the plush leather sofa, sinking into the buttery soft cushions. Dante passes me a tumbler of amber liquid, the crystal cool and heavy in my palm. The guys take up positions around the room—Hector perched on the arm of the couch beside me, Silas lounging in an overstuffed armchair, Dante leaning against the bar.

Sam leans forward to grab the decanter, splashing a generous pour of liquor into each of their glasses. The rich scent of aged whiskey perfumes the air, mingling with the spicy bite of the alphas' natural musk.

"So," Hector says, settling back against the couch and fixing me with a knowing look. "Tell us about this omega auction coming up."

I tense, my fingers tightening around my glass. I should have known Sam would run right to the guys and blab. I wonder if he omitted the part where he had to fuck the information out of me.

"It's exactly what it is. My dads knew I was taking heat suppressants this whole time. They let me think I'd been careful because I was useful as their little killer. But now that I'm out of pills, I couldn't hide my last cycle."

The men shift around in their seats, looking angrier by the second.

Silas's eyes darken, his jaw ticking with barely restrained rage. "So now they want to sell you off to some random pack?"

I take a slow sip of my drink, the smooth burn of the alcohol doing little to ease the icy dread settling in my stomach. "Just like Rosa."

My stomach turns with the thought of my sister. Sold to the Russian pack only for them to turn around and sell her to a gentleman's club instead of mating her. She was drugged up and dancing for shitty alpha criminals back in Oregon and there was nothing I could do about it. Not yet at least.

"What happened to your fucking face?" Silas spits suddenly. He stands and strides towards me, dipping a napkin into his drink before setting the glass aside.

Silas presses me into the cushion with one hand as he takes the wet napkin and wipes my cheek with it. The white napkin comes away covered in makeup.

Silas's eyes flare bright with rage. "Did someone fucking hit you?"

I try to turn my face away from Silas's intense scrutiny but he grips my chin firmly, forcing me to meet his furious gaze. The other three men go deathly still, the tension in the room ratcheting up to a suffocating degree.

"Who. Hit. You. Belladonna?" Silas demands, enunciating every single word with careful slowness, his voice low and dangerous.

I swallow hard, my eyes flicking to the door. Part of me longs to bolt, to avoid this conversation and the painful reality of my situation. But I know there's no escaping this, not with four overprotective men hellbent on getting answers.

"It was Liam," I finally admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "If I fuck up and stop following orders, they'll hurt my mom."

Hector rises to his feet, towering over me with barely restrained fury. "That fucking bastard," he snarls, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. "I'll rip his goddamn throat out with my bare teeth."

Dante's eyes blaze with lethal intent, his voice a menacing growl. "Not if I get to him first. No one lays a fucking hand on our omega."

The raw possession in his tone sends a shiver down my spine, even as a small, traitorous part of me thrills at being claimed so fiercely.

Our omega…

Silas scoops me up into his strong arms without warning, cradling me against his broad chest. I let out a small gasp of surprise as he strides purposefully across the lavish suite towards the massive king-sized bed dominating the space.

He sets me down gently on the plush comforter, the luxurious fabric cool and smooth beneath my heated skin. The other men follow close behind, their gazes smoldering with barely restrained hunger as they surround the bed.

Silas leans over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head. His silver hair falls forward, brushing against my cheek. The crisp, clean scent of him invades my senses—sandalwood and pine and pure, virile male.

"Forget the auction, Bella," he says intently, his golden eyes burning into mine. "It's not going to happen. You're not a fucking prize to be sold off."

His words kindle a fragile spark of hope in my chest even as trepidation winds through me. "Silas, you know it's not that simple. My fathers?—"

"I don't give a flying fuck about your fathers," he snarls savagely. "They lost any right to you the second they laid a hand on you. You belong to us now. I'll slit the throat of any alpha who tries to take you from us."

The tension in the room snaps. The men descend upon me, their eyes alight with primal hunger.

Dante reaches me first, his large hands skimming possessively over my curves as he claims my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue delves past my parted lips, tasting and exploring with skillful strokes that leave me breathless.

Silas and Hector work in tandem, their deft fingers making quick work of the zipper on my dress. The slinky fabric slithers down my body to pool at my feet, leaving me bare except for a scrap of black lace. Silas groans appreciatively at the sight, his golden gaze raking over my exposed flesh like a physical caress.

"Fucking exquisite," he rumbles, cupping my breasts in his warm palms. His thumbs brush over my nipples, coaxing the sensitive buds to aching peaks. "I could worship this body for hours."

Hector presses against my back. He nips and sucks at the sensitive skin of my neck, no doubt leaving a collar of passion marks in his wake.

"Every inch of you was made for pleasure," he purrs, his voice dark and honeyed. "And we're going to take our fill until you're drunk on it."

Sam crowds in close, his hands joining Dante's in their sensual exploration of my body. His teeth graze my earlobe before he whispers filthily, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about the way you taste, Bella. How tight and wet you felt around my cock. I'm going to bury myself so deep inside you, you'll be feeling me for days."

A needy whimper escapes my throat at his dirty promises, my core clenching with want. Slick begins to gather between my thighs as the musky scent of aroused alpha grows thicker, saturating the air.

Silas's fingers hook in my panties and with a sharp tug, the flimsy lace gives way. Cool air kisses my heated sex before Silas's long fingers delve between my slick folds, finding my clit and circling it with devastating precision.

A choked moan spills from my lips and my head falls back against Hector's shoulder, my hips rocking into Silas's touch, seeking more of that delicious friction. Fire licks through my veins, my skin feeling too tight for my body. I'm lost to pure sensation, drowning in the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure.

Dante smirks up at me from between my thighs, his dark eyes molten with desire. He nuzzles against my slick folds, inhaling deeply. "You smell divine. I can't wait to devour this pretty pussy."

Without further preamble, he seals his lips around my aching clit and sucks hard, making me cry out. His clever tongue lashes the sensitive bundle of nerves before delving deep, fucking into my dripping pussy.

I writhe against the onslaught of sensation, my hands fisting in his dark hair. Dante growls approvingly against my flesh, the vibrations adding to the intensity building inside me.

Silas's fingers continue their devastating assault, pumping in and out of my clenching heat in time with Dante's greedy licks and sucks. "That's it, baby," he praises roughly. "Ride his fucking face. Take what you need."

Hector's hands map the curves of my body, kneading and caressing until I'm arching into his touch with abandon. His lips blaze a trail of fire down the column of my throat as he murmurs filthy encouragement. "Fuck, you're so responsive. I can't wait to feel these tight walls squeezing my knot."

Sam captures my mouth in another drugging kiss, swallowing down my desperate whimpers and moans. His fingers pinch and roll my nipples, adding sharp zings of pleasure-pain to the all-consuming ecstasy building within me.

My orgasm hits without warning, crashing over me like a tidal wave. I shatter with a silent scream, my body convulsing as shockwaves of blinding rapture radiate out from my core. Dante and Silas work me through it relentlessly, wringing out every last drop of pleasure until I collapse back against Hector, boneless and trembling.

"Stunning," Silas praises reverently, his eyes glowing as he drinks in the sight of my flushed and satiated body. "Absolutely breathtaking when you come undone for us, sweet omega."

Hector peppers soft kisses along my shoulders, his touch gentling as I float down from my high. "And we're just getting started, Bella. Tonight, this body belongs to us. We're going to take you apart piece by piece until the only thing you can remember is our names."

Dante rises up over me, his prominent erection straining against his slacks. With deft movements, he frees himself, his thick alpha cock springing forward to slap against his abs. The broad head is flushed a deep, angry red, weeping with arousal.

He notches himself at my entrance, teasing my slick folds with shallow thrusts. "Tell me you want this, Belladonna," he commands gruffly. "Tell me you need my knot splitting you open."

I whimper. I might not be in heat, but it doesn't fucking matter. I'm fucking desperate. "Claim me," I breathe out harshly. All four men go utterly still. I meet each other their eyes one by one. "Claim me, and then there's nothing they can do. If we're mated, then they can all go fuck themselves."

"If they find out," Dante says warily. "Then your mom…"

"We'll get her out," I spit. "We'll find her and get her as far away from them as we can. But I can't let them sell me to another pack. I won't fucking do it. I swear to god, Dante, I'll kill mys?—"

"Don't even fucking think it!" Silas shouts before I can finish. "You're not going anywhere. No one's taking you from us. Not again. We realized how badly we fucked up the second we saw you again, and Bella, it's not happening again."

"Then mate me, Sai." My eyes flit to each man, lingering on Sam. "You're not an alpha, but I'm still yours, Sam."

Sam's eyes darken with need and he surges forward, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. "Damn right you're mine," he growls against my mouth. "Alpha or not, I'll never let you go again."

Dante's fingers dig into my hips, holding me still as he notches his thick head at my entrance once more. "Last chance," he warns, his voice strained with barely leashed control. "Once I'm inside you, there's no going back. You'll be ours in every way."

I meet his heated gaze head on, not a flicker of hesitation in my resolve. "Do it," I demand. "Claim me, knot me, make me yours. All of you."

Dante snarls, a feral sound of pure dominant alpha, and slams forward, impaling me on his impressive length in one brutal thrust. I cry out at the sudden invasion, my walls stretching to accommodate his massive girth.

"Fuck, so goddamn tight," Dante grits out, holding himself still to let me adjust. "This pussy was made for my knot, Bella. Fucking perfect."

Before I can catch my breath, he begins to move, setting a relentless pace as he pounds into my willing body. Each powerful snap of his hips drives him impossibly deep, the fat head of his cock kissing my womb.

Silas and Hector move in tandem, their hands and mouths worshipping every inch of my flushed skin. Silas laves my breasts with his clever tongue, drawing one aching nipple between his lips to suckle greedily. Hector maps the curve of my waist and the flare of my hips, his touch searing me to my very soul.

Dante sets a punishing rhythm, his body blanketing mine as he takes me with deep, purposeful strokes.

"That's it," he praises roughly. "Take my cock like you were made for it. Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me. Greedy little omega cunt desperate for a knot."

His filthy words send liquid heat coursing through my veins. I find myself meeting his thrusts, my hips rolling in shameless invitation. I'm lost to pure sensation, drowning in ecstasy as my alphas lay claim to my body so thoroughly.

Dante's thrusts grow erratic, his knot beginning to swell and catch on my slick rim with every withdrawal. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing my throat in dark promise.

"Fuck, I'm close," he snarls.

Silas kneels next to my head on the mattress and pulls himself free of his zipper. His cock pulses, the tip swollen and ready for me.

I turn my head towards Silas, opening my mouth eagerly to accept his throbbing length. He groans as I wrap my lips around him, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

"Fuck, Bella, your mouth feels incredible," Silas praises hoarsely, tunneling his fingers through my hair. He begins to thrust shallowly, careful not to overwhelm me as Dante continues his relentless assault on my core.

Hector moves behind Dante, his large hands gripping my thighs to spread me wider, opening me fully to Dante's possession. He leans in close, his breath ghosting over my slick-soaked sex. "Look at this greedy little pussy taking Dante's cock so well. I bet she can't wait to be pumped full of alpha cum."

His filthy words and Dante's brutal thrusts send me hurtling towards the edge. My walls clench down hard, gripping Dante's pistoning shaft like a velvet vice. He snarls, his rhythm faltering as my body tries to milk his release.

"That's it, baby, come on my knot," he commands savagely. "I want to feel this sweet cunt spasming as I fill you up."

My orgasm triggers Dante's own release. With a feral roar, he slams into me one final time, his knot expanding to lock us together as he erupts deep inside me.

Silas grips my hair tighter, holding me in place as he fucks my face with short, sharp thrusts. "Fuck, I'm going to come," he grits out, his golden eyes blazing down at me. "Swallow it all like a good omega."

With a guttural moan, he finds his release, flooding my mouth with his thick cum. I swallow around him greedily, savoring the musky taste of him on my tongue.

As Silas pulls out of my mouth, with Dante still locked inside me, Sam takes Silas's place, his thick cock in his hand, pumping himself with slow strokes. Hector moves up the bed, slipping behind me. Silas comes around the side of the bed, and with Hector's help, the two men gently lift my hips up, careful not to pull Dante and I apart.

Hector slips beneath me fully, his hard cock slipping through my dripping slick until he prods at my ass.

Hector's thick cock nudges insistently against my tight hole, demanding entrance. A shiver of anticipation races through me at the thought of being so utterly filled, impaled on two alpha cocks at once.

"Fuck, Bella, I can't wait to feel this sweet ass squeezing my knot," Hector groans, his voice rough with need. He presses forward slowly, the broad head of his shaft breaching the tight ring of muscle.

Luckily, I'm covered in cum and slick, so he should go in painlessly. I hope.

I gasp at the sudden stretch and burn, my body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. Dante croons soothingly, petting my sweat-dampened skin. "Shh, relax baby. Let Hector in. You can take us both so well, can't you my perfect omega?"

His praise washes over me, allowing me to relax into the sensation. Hector continues his slow press forward until he's fully seated inside me, his heavy balls nestling against my ass. The feeling of fullness is indescribable, two thick alpha cocks pulsing deep within my core.

Hector and Dante set a sensual rhythm, their thrusts counterpoint to each other so that I'm never empty. They rock into me from both ends, stoking the embers of my desperate need back into a raging fucking inferno.

Sam grips the base of his cock, tapping the swollen tip against my parted lips. "Open up, sweetheart," he urges.

I let my mouth fall open, my tongue darting out to lap at Sam's weeping head. He groans at the contact, fisting his shaft to pump it slowly into my willing mouth. The taste of his arousal floods my senses—salty and musky and purely male.

Sam begins to thrust shallowly, careful not to overwhelm me as Hector and Dante continue their sensual assault on my body. The feeling of being so thoroughly claimed, filled to the brim with cock at every angle, is almost too much to bear. I'm drowning in sensation, lost to the primal rhythm of my mates taking their pleasure from me.

Hector's thrusts grow more forceful. "Fuck, so tight," he snarls, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips hard enough to bruise.

Dante growls his approval, grinding his pelvis against mine to work his knot deeper. The pressure against my cervix is exquisite torture, and I find myself clenching down hard, trying to pull him in even further.

Sam's movements become erratic, his heavy sac drawing up tight to his body as his climax approaches. "Fuck, I'm close," he warns, his grip on my hair tightening. "Swallow every drop, Bella."

With a guttural groan, Sam erupts in my mouth, his hot seed spurting across my tongue. I swallow greedily, relishing the musky taste of his release.

My climax triggers theirs, and with matching roars of pleasure, Hector and Dante empty themselves deep inside me. I can feel each powerful spurt of their release painting my insides, claiming me so thoroughly. Their knots expand to lock us together, ensuring not a drop of their hot cum escapes.

Four sharp bursts of pain have my eyes flying open, and my lips parting in a harsh gasp. Blinding stars flash in my vision, and the scent of four distinct males press in on me.

Each of my men bites a different part of my body at the same time, even Sam.

Dante and Hector's teeth pierce the soft flesh where neck meets shoulder, their mating bites searing into my skin like a brand. Silas sinks his into the tender inside of my wrist, forever marking me as his. And Sam clamps down on the swell of my breast, just over my thundering heart.

Euphoria floods my veins, an ecstasy beyond anything I've ever known, as their claiming bites forge an unbreakable bond between us. Soul-deep, eternal, a connection that transcends the physical. In that moment, I feel them inside my very being, their essences entwining with mine until I can no longer tell where I end and they begin.

I'm theirs now, irrevocably. Just as they are mine. My mates, my alphas, my beta. My saviors and my home.

Tears sting my eyes at the overwhelming swell of emotion, the sheer rightness of it. For so long, I fought against the idea of belonging to anyone, of letting myself be vulnerable and owned. But now, with their marks upon my flesh and their seed inside me, I've never felt more free.

"We've got you now, Bella," Silas murmurs reverently, laving his mark with a gentle swipe of his tongue. "You're safe. You're ours."

"And we're yours," Dante rumbles. "You're a fucking Carbone now, Bella, and we're going to make sure every single motherfucking alpha knows it."